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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
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EMMELINE’S POV♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧I tried. Honestly, I really tried to act like everything was normal. Like the shadows didn't seem to cling to me a little tighter these days. I even went for a walk, just like I used to. Remember those days? When a stroll through the pack lands would actually clear my head, make me feel… better? Yeah, those were the days. Now, every rustle of leaves, every hushed conversation felt like it was about me.I was halfway through the usual path, the one that winds past the training grounds and towards the garden, when I heard it. Just the faintest murmur at first, like the wind whispering secrets. But then it got clearer, sharper. It was coming from near the laundry shed, where a couple of maids were usually busy. Curiosity, and maybe a morbid sense of self-punishment, made me stop. I crept closer, hiding behind a thick oak tree, and listened.“Honestly, I still think she’s the reason all of this happened,” one of them said, her voice low and laced with something th
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EMMELINE’S POV★☆★☆★☆★☆Waking up in Darius’s arms was becoming my new favorite thing. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his breathing in my ear – it was a feeling of safety I hadn’t known I craved so deeply. Especially after last night. His words, his promise to make me Luna… it still felt like a dream. I snuggled closer, burying my face in his chest, a stupid, happy grin spreading across my face. Luna. Emmeline, Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. It had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?I closed my eyes, letting the image of myself standing beside Darius, strong and confident, wash over me. I could almost feel the weight of the responsibility, but it wasn’t scary. Not with him by my side. A soft chuckle rumbled in Darius’s chest, and my eyes fluttered open. He was already awake, watching me with that familiar, intense gaze that always made my heart do a little flip.“What’s got you smiling like a loon?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep.I playfully punched
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DARIUS POV◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆“Sylas, you see anything out of the ordinary?” I asked, my voice low as we walked the perimeter of the Estate. There was a thick tension in the air that I couldn’t shake. Kaelen was gone, finally rotting in the ground where he belonged, but the snake had shed its skin, leaving behind a bunch of venomous little shits who still believed in his twisted cause. They were planning something, I could feel it in my gut, and I wasn’t about to let them catch us with our pants down. Not again.Sylas, my right-hand man and a brother in all but blood, scanned the dark with his usual hawk-like gaze. “Nothing yet, Darius. But the men are on edge. They feel it too.”“Good,” I said with a grunt. “Make sure they stay sharp—eyes wide, ears alert. Every single tunnel leading here needs to be under watch. Don’t forget how I slipped in back then… like a ghost.” I let out a dry chuckle. The tunnels had once been my secret weapon. Now, they could just as easily be used against me.We st
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DARIUS POV◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆I was dead asleep, finally managing to drift off after the tense day we’d had. Emmeline was curled up beside me, her breathing soft and even. For a few precious hours, the worry had receded, replaced by the simple comfort of having her close.Then all hell broke loose.A bloodcurdling yell ripped through the night, followed by the unmistakable clang of metal on metal. My eyes snapped open, my senses instantly on high alert. Emmeline stirred beside me, her eyes wide with fear.“What’s happening?” she whispered.“We’re under attack!” I shouted, throwing the covers off. There was no time for explanations. I grabbed my sword, which I always kept within reach, and raced towards the door.The sounds of fighting were getting louder, closer. Shouts, the clash of steel, the thud of bodies hitting the ground. Kaelen’s bastards. They weren’t wasting any time.I burst out of our room and into the hallway, which was already swarming with guards, their faces grim and determined.
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EMMELINE’S POV■■■■□□□□■■■■The roasted meat tasted like ash in my mouth. Not because of the cooking, Martha always made the best food, but because the relief was still too new, too fragile. Darius sat across from me, his eyes tired but a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. We were alive. Kaelen’s bastards had finally been pushed back, the ones who weren’t running had met their end. Good riddance.“Do you think it’s truly over?” I asked, my voice no more than a whisper. The silence in the room felt strange, almost out of place, after all the shouting and clashing steel of the battle just passed.Darius reached across the small table, his hand covering mine. His touch, warm and solid, was a grounding force. “For now, love. For now.”We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the clinking of our cutlery. It was a small slice of normalcy, something we hadn't had in what felt like forever. Just as I was starting to relax, a shadow fell across the doorway.“Alpha,” a young
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EMMELINE’S POV■■■■■□□□■■■■■The way Seraphine looked at him… it was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t me. But I saw it. The slight tilt of her head, the lingering in her gaze just a fraction too long. And the way she spoke to him, her voice a little softer, a little more… sugary than it was when she addressed anyone else. It made my teeth grind.They were in the war room again, poring over maps spread across the large table. The dim light of the oil lamps cast long shadows, making the atmosphere feel even more secretive. I’d been trying to distract myself with needlepoint in the corner, but my fingers kept fumbling with the thread. Every now and then, a laugh would drift my way – Darius’s, usually, prompted by something Seraphine had said. It was a casual laugh, the kind he used with his friends, with his commanders. But it still felt like a punch to the gut.Jealous? Maybe. A little. Okay, maybe a lot. It wasn’t just about Darius, though. It was about the way she was
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