Hey, lovely readers 💜 I know I’ve been giving you a lot of Jack’s POV lately, and I’m really sorry if it feels like too much. But I promise, it’s important—I didn’t want to rush his side of the story. His pain, his rage, and his search for Kali all play a big part in what’s coming next. That said, this is the last chapter from Jack’s POV (for now 😉). The next chapters will return to Kali’s perspective, and I can’t wait for you to see what she’s been going through. Thanks for being patient and sticking with me. You’re the best 💫
The King. My father. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. My father can’t be dead. He’s too strong, too unshakable, too—everything. He’s the Alpha King. He can’t just… be gone. The words burn inside me, sharp and unreal. I can’t breathe, can’t even think. My lips move before I can stop them, barely mo
The Queen’s breath catches in her throat, the weight of the Moon Goddess’s ultimatum pressing down on her like chains of fire. Her lips part, but no words come. To give up her soul means obliteration—no return, no second chance. Malik would laugh, even from the pit of hell where he had been cast fo
“No!” Malik’s scream rips across the realm, raw with terror. “Not the eternal fire! Please—I’ll change, I’ll—” But mercy does not come. The Queen’s grip on the chain tightens one last time, and with a flick, she casts him down. His scream fades into the roar of the eternal blaze, swallowed as his
The spirit world opens like a breath of eternity—vast, endless, silver light stretching across a sky with no stars, only the pale glow of the eternal moon. The ground beneath is neither earth nor air, shifting like mist yet solid enough to hold the weight of souls. It is beautiful, serene… but heavy
“You know what to do,” she says, her voice low but firm. “Once I am inside the necklace.” Jack shifts back, his bare chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His eyes flash with panic. “Are you sure about this?” “This isn’t the time to hesitate and be a pussy, Jack,” she snaps, stepping toward hi
The clearing thrums with a tension so thick it feels alive, pressing against the skin like a storm about to shatter the heavens. Shadows stretch long, the air vibrating with Malik’s twisted laughter as the Queen takes another step forward, her face carved from ice. “Enough of your wickedness,” she