로그인Mira’s POVI didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw silver moons staring back at me, felt the ghost of his fingers on my jaw, heard his voice wrapping around my name like a promise and a threat all at once. Every flower must bloom before it's plucked.I tossed and turned in my narrow bed, the thin sheets doing nothing to cool the heat that pooled between my thighs. My body was betraying me, aching for something I didn't fully understand, something that had a name and a face and a scent that haunted my every waking moment.By dawn, I was exhausted, dark circles bruising the skin under my eyes. I dressed mechanically, pulled my hair into a tight bun, and reported to Marta for my daily assignments. She gave me a list of tasks for the east wing—the furthest possible point from the Alpha's quarters—and I felt a flicker of relief.Maybe if I stayed far enough away, he'd forget about me.Maybe if I worked hard enough, he'd find another Omega to fixate on.Maybe if I pray
Mira’s POVI was going to die. That was the only thought that cycled through my mind—on repeat, like a prayer—as I stood at the massive iron gates of the MoonStar packhouse, clutching my threadbare suitcase and staring up at the beast of a building that would become my new home.The packhouse was less a house and more a fortress, carved from ancient timber and gray stone, its windows glowing with warm amber light that felt inviting and mocking all at once. Beyond the gates, I could see the vast expanse of forest that bordered the territory—a sea of dark pines and moonlit shadows that whispered wolf. Everything about this place screamed power, wealth, and history. And I was going to be scrubbing its toilets.I swallowed hard and repeated my mantra: You're lucky to be here. You're lucky to be here. You're lucky—The gate swung open before I could finish, and a stern-faced Beta woman in a crisp uniform beckoned me forward. "You're the new Omega hire? Mira, yes?""Yes, ma'am," I squeaked,
Lucy’s POV The silence that followed the death of the True Mouth was not the silence of defeat. It was the silence of a held breath. The world was waiting to see if we would fall. I didn't fall. My knees were weak, my thighs painted with the evidence of our war, but I stood. Zenard's hands were on my waist, his breath hot against my neck. "Is it done?" he whispered. "It's done." My voice was my own now. The Wolf Mother's power was a steady hum in my chest, no longer a frantic scream. The void crystal was ash. The True Mouth was gone, swallowed by the exact thing it sought to erase: pure, unfiltered life. I looked at the spot where the black sun had hung. The floor was no longer dead stone. It was rich, dark soil. Tiny green shoots pushed through the cracks, delicate and defiant. Life, sprouting from the corpse of oblivion. "We planted a garden," I said, an exhausted laugh es
Lucy’s POVThe city wept around us.Not tears, but ichor—black, thick, oozing from the cracks in the walls as the violet light guttered and died. Malachar's ashes were already scattered, carried away by the wind that now howled through the empty streets. The ziggurat groaned beneath us, the bone throne shuddering as if the city itself was taking its last breath.I stood on the top step, the shard blazing in my chest, and looked out at the dying kingdom.You did this.The Wolf Mother's voice was silk and hunger. You killed their Mouth. You silenced their song."I silenced one voice," I muttered back. "Vexia is still out there. The court has other mouths."Then cut them out.I wanted to. The shard wanted to. It pressed against my ribs, demanding I descend into the catacombs beneath the city, find the nexus, and feed. But Zenard was still breathing hard behind me, his body recovering from the fight. I needed h
Lucy’s POVThe shard didn't let me rest. It pulsed in my chest like a second heart, driving me forward through the twisted forest. The trees here were wrong—their branches curled inward, their roots clawing at the soil as if trying to escape something beneath. The air tasted of ash and old blood.Zenard walked close enough that our shoulders brushed. I could feel his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. He was healing. The void's taint was fading, replaced by the silver fire I had poured into him on the throne room floor. But I could still sense the shadows lurking at the edges of his mind, waiting for a crack in his armor.I wouldn't let them find one."Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low.I nodded. The shard was humming, pulling me toward a specific point in the distance. A nexus of power, thick and cloying, like a wound in the world that had festered for centuries. "The city. It's close."We crested a r
Lucy’s POV The forest bled into something else as we walked. The trees grew thinner, their bark peeling away to reveal black, weeping wood. The ground beneath my boots turned soft, spongy, as if the earth itself had rotted from within. The shard in my chest hummed a low, constant note—a song of hunger and anticipation. It knew where we were going. It had always known. Zenard walked beside me, his hand intertwined with mine. His grip was firm now, his steps steady. The void had receded from his eyes, replaced by the silver fire I remembered. But I could still feel the shadows lurking in the corners of his mind, waiting for a moment of weakness. I wouldn't give them one. "Tell me about the Crimson Court," I said, my voice flat against the oppressive silence. "I've only heard rumors," he replied, his gaze fixed ahead. "A cabal of void-touched mages who worship the abyss as a god. They call themselves the Court of Eternal
Seraphina’s POVHe didn't let up. Each thrust drove me deeper into the cot, my bound hands straining above my head as the silver cuffs bit into my wrists. The metal was cold, unyielding, but the heat between my legs was a furnace. His cock was a battering ram, shoving into me with a rhythm that had
Seraphina’s POV Alpha Darius was a monster. If he thought fucking me was going to get me to spill all of my secrets, he was so, so wrong. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in my stone cell, knees pressed together, arms wrapped tight around my ribs. The cool air kissed my still-flushed skin, an
Darius’s POVThe door to my office slammed shut behind me, the heavy oak groaning in protest. I didn't bother lighting a lamp. The darkness suited me, swallowed the shame that clung to my skin like her scent.I collapsed into my chair, elbows on the desk, head in my hands. My knuckles still bore th
Seraphina’s POV The first time his cock slammed past my lips, I didn't have time to think—only to feel. The thickness of him filled my mouth before I could clench my teeth, before I could turn my head, before I could draw a single breath to scream. His fingers twisted into my hair, yanking my face







