تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER 75. WHY WOULD THEY CARESELENE'S POV Morgana’s face is a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. She stands there, frozen on the gravel path, her eyes darting between my flushed face and Damien’s large hands still pressed firmly against my chest. The air between us feels like it’s about to catch fire. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, hot and shameful, staining my skin. This is my best friend. My only ally. And she just caught me being pinned against an oak tree by the one man I am supposed to stay a thousand miles away from."Damien, let me go," I hiss, my voice cracking with desperation. I push against his shoulders, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. He doesn't budge. He doesn't even flinch.He doesn't look at me, either. His entire focus is locked on Morgana. His eyes are still glowing that predatory, dark amber, and his aura is flaring out in waves of cold, heavy command. He looks at her not as a friend, but as an intruder—a threat that needs to be neutralized.
CHAPTER 74. THE HARLOT THE SHADOW CALLED ME SELENE'S POV The realization hits me harder than the pavement did: he is monitoring me. Every step I take, every frantic breath I draw in the cold morning air, he’s been watching. I should feel violated. I should be screaming at him for stalking me like a piece of prize meat, but the sheer, suffocating intensity of his presence is the only thing keeping my knees from buckling.The Shadow—that whispering, hateful specter—doesn't flee immediately. It lingers in the dissipating fog, its form flickering like a dying candle."The Alpha-Demon," the voice sneers, though the bravado is thinner now, vibrating with a metallic tremor. "Coming to save his little pet? You’re too late, Blackwood. The rot is already inside her. You put it there yourself."Damien doesn't offer a witty retort. He doesn't even move. He simply stands there, his hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive charcoal coat, and lets his aura expand. It’s not just a wave of hea
CHAPTER 73. THE NIGHTMARE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUNSELENE'S POV My heart is beating so fucking fast I can hear the valves snapping shut in the hollow of my throat. It’s a rhythmic, frantic thudding—the sound of a cornered animal realizing the cage was locked long ago. The cold air in the park has turned static, charged with a malicious energy that makes my skin crawl."Who’s there?" I scream, the sound tearing out of my chest, jagged and raw. "Show yourself, you coward!"I spin in a frantic circle, my boots skidding on the frost-slicked stone of the gazebo. The fog is a living thing now, a wall of white that swallows the world three feet in front of me. I am a Ravencroft. I am supposed to be the predator. But standing here, shivering in an oversized coat that still smells faintly of the man I’ve betrayed my family for, I feel like nothing but prey."So much fire," the voice murmurs. It’s everywhere and nowhere, a disembodied rasp that seems to vibrate inside my own skull. "But fire is so
CHAPTER 72. ALREADY TRAPPED SELENE'S POV “I will ensure you regret the day you were born a Ravencroft.”The words echo in the darkness of my bedroom, a relentless, venomous loop that refuses to let me drag myself into unconsciousness.The digital clock on my nightstand glares a harsh, unforgiving red. 3:14 AM. Then 4:22 AM. Then 5:07 AM.I lie flat on my back, staring up at the intricate molding of the ceiling, my eyes burning with exhaustion but wired wide open by sheer terror. My sheets are twisted around my legs, damp with cold sweat and the lingering, suffocating scent of sex, fear, and my own out-of-control pheromones. I couldn't bring myself to strip the bed. If I rang for the maids in the middle of the night, the gossip would reach the council before breakfast. So, I lay in the ruin of my own making, marinating in the physical evidence of my betrayal.My father’s disgust is a physical weight crushing my chest, but it’s the other secret—the blackmail—that feels like a noose ti
CHAPTER 71. DEVOID OF HUMORSELENE'S POV My body is still vibrating, humming with the aftershocks of an explosion my mind hasn't quite processed yet. One moment, I was coming undone in Damien’s arms; the next, he vanished into the shadows like a phantom, leaving me alone to face the consequences.Now, my father stands in the center of my bedroom, his eyebrow raised, scrutinizing the space like a boarding school headmaster searching for contraband.My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trying to claw its way out of a cage. I am doomed. Absolutely, irrevocably doomed. His aura is a physical weight in the room, a suffocating blanket of Alpha dominance that presses against my skin. He knows fear when he smells it, and right now, I reek of it."What the hell happened here?" his voice booms, the sound vibrating through the walls and settling deep in my chest.I gasp, digging my toes into the carpet, fighting for a shred of composure. I have to swallow the terror rising in my thr
CHAPTER 70. YOU SMELL LIKE RUINSELENE'S POV "This is going to be a very long night, baby girl," he growls, his voice vibrating against the shell of my ear, dark and heavy with promise. "And I’m not going to stop until I have completely unraveled you."His words ring through me, sounding less like a threat and more like a prophecy. Even now, wrapped in his arms, I still haven’t figured out what he is. I don’t know why he holds this terrifying power over me, or why he can make me fall deeper into this overwhelming sin with a single touch. I know the danger looming outside these walls. I know I am being stalked, that my life is a house of cards waiting to collapse, yet I still want more.I want to be ruined by him. My sister’s husband."God," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. "You’re a demon.""Maybe," he whispers.His hands roam over me possessively, mapping every curve of my body as I straddle his lap. He holds me tight, anchoring me against him as the friction betwe
CHAPTER 65. WAITING FOR MEFear rushes through my nerves as I stare at the paper for several minutes. Slowly, I walk toward the bed. Glancing at the envelope lying on the edge, I pick it up and tear it open, pulling out the folded sheet inside.I study it closely, leaning forward. The aura coming f
CHAPTER 60. THE POISON IN MY VEINSSELENE'S POV The dizzying, blissful, overwhelming assault doesn’t stop. His body moves against mine in a relentless rhythm—pounding, slamming, consuming me until there’s nothing left but the raw ache of pleasure and the hollow echo of my own gasps. My fingers cla
CHAPTER 55. THE STALKER'S NOTESELENE'S POV “I have always been against that from the start, baby girl,” Mom says, her voice softening, laced with a familiar, weary regret. She takes hold of my hand, her touch cool and reassuring, and leads me toward the bed. I frown, observing her carefully as b
CHAPTER 54. THE SCENT OF SINSELENE'S POV “Stop it, Damien. Please, just fucking stop it,” I rasp, my voice vibrating with a desperate plea. I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to physically block out the insidious invasion. “Why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep fucking







