تسجيل الدخولLucy’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 sLucy’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
Lucy’s POVThe forest floor was a frozen graveyard of leaves and shattered bones. The game trail we followed snaked through the undergrowth like a wound, and the shard in my chest hummed with a predator's recognition. Hunt. Kill. Feed. It wasn't my voice—not entirely. It was the Wolf Mother, a ghost of hunger coiled around my heart. But the line between her will and mine was blurring with every step.Zenard stumbled beside me, his breath a ragged mist. The void had hollowed him out. I caught him, my arm around his waist, feeling the tremor in his muscles. "We need shelter. Now."A crack in the hillside appeared between two slabs of granite, black as a gullet. The scent hit me first—acrid, oily, the unmistakable rot of the abyss. Something had nested here. Something the void had left behind to watch.I pushed Zenard behind me. "Wait."The darkness inside the cave shifted. A wolf emerged, too large, its ribs visible through a coat of matted oil and exposed sinew. Its eyes were hollow si
Lucy’s POV The water was a blade through my lungs. We crashed into the current, the world spinning, the knot between my legs still locked and pulsing from the orgasm that had torn me out of the void. I choked, swallowing air mixed with river, thrashing until my feet found the rocky bottom. Zenard was a dead weight against me, his body seized with tremors, the last of his seed still warm inside me. I dragged him to the bank. The moon was a scar across the sky, watching us. The forest held its breath. "Lucy." His voice was a broken thing, his fingers digging into my thigh. "We're out." "We're out," I echoed, pressing my forehead to his. "You're back." The knot loosened, finally releasing him from my body. I felt the void of his absence like a wound. I looked down at him. The black veins in his chest were fading, retreating like a defeated tide. His eyes were his own—silver, fierce, shattered. I didn't give him time to rest. I pushed him onto his back in the mud, the river grass
Selah’s POV I felt his gaze on my back as I walked out, a burning weight that promised retribution. Good. Let him burn. Let him ache the way I had ached through the long years of my widowhood, the way I still ached every time I remembered his mouth on my throat, his knot stret
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







