MasukChapter 171: Ashes and GoodbyeANYA’S POVI stood frozen in the doorway of the preparation chamber that morning. Damien lay on the raised stone platform, dressed in his ceremonial black robes trimmed with silver. His face looked peaceful, as if he might open his eyes any second and smile at me. The healers had cleaned the blood away and closed his wounds, but nothing could bring back the warmth I remembered in his skin. My legs buckled. Gavin caught me before I hit the floor.“Easy, Lady Anya,” he said quietly. He kept his arm around my waist until I found my balance again. I walked closer on my own. My hand hovered above Damien’s cheek. When I finally touched him, the coldness shot through my fingers and straight into my heart. This was not my husband. This was an empty shell. I pulled my hand back as fresh tears stung my eyes. I had expected him to wake up. Even now, part of me waited for his chest to rise, for his voice to say my name and tell me it was all over. Nothing happened
Chapter 170: Fragments of YesterdayANYA’S POVI opened my eyes to the sound of my son crying. The wails pierced through the heavy silence of the bathroom and pulled me from the fog. Cold porcelain pressed against my cheek. I lay curled beneath the bathtub, legs drawn tight to my chest, my back against the tiled wall. My clothes clung to my skin, damp from hours of sitting in the same spot. I did not remember how long I had stayed there this time. It’s been a week since Damien died, yet every morning felt like the first cruel reminder. The baby’s cries grew louder. I pushed myself up slowly. My muscles ached. My joints protested as I crawled out from under the tub and stood on unsteady feet. I moved like a ghost through my own home, bare feet silent on the floor. The mirror caught my reflection for a brief second. Sunken eyes stared back at me, hair tangled and dull. I turned away and opened the bathroom door. Iris stood in the nursery across the hall, rocking my son in her arms. S
Chapter 169: Fury Unleashed ANYA’S POVPower flooded every inch of my body until I no longer recognized myself. My eyes burned hot, shifting to a glowing red that painted the world in streaks of crimson. Something inside me snapped completely. No more fear. No more restraint. Only raw, endless rage. I stepped forward, and the ground cracked beneath my boots. Flames roared higher around me, three times stronger than anything I had ever summoned before. The wind howled like a living storm, and the earth itself answered with violent tremors.Cassandra charged again in her massive wolf form. Her claws scraped the blood-soaked stones. I did not dodge this time. I thrust both hands out and sent a torrent of fire straight into her chest. The flames exploded against her fur with blinding force. She yelped and twisted mid-air, but I followed with a column of water that slammed her down hard. She crashed onto her side, skidding across the courtyard. Smoke rose from her burned hide.I walked to
Chapter 168: Blood and Fury ANYA’S POVI stared at Damien as his words sank into me like broken glass. He had just told me he would die tonight. The Moon Goddess had only sent him back on borrowed time. Once he fulfilled his purpose of protecting us, he would leave again. Permanently. My chest tightened until I could barely draw a breath. The celebration downstairs felt like a cruel joke. The music sounded distant and mocking.“No,” I said. My voice shook at first, then hardened with resolve. “Over my dead body will I let you walk into that battlefield knowing this. You are not leaving me again. Not like this.”Damien reached for me, but I stepped back quickly. My hands trembled as I clutched the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric tight between my fingers.“Anya, we do not have time,” he said. “The enemy is already inside the walls.”“Then run!” I cried. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I turned to Gavin and Iris who stood near the door. Their faces looked pale with shock. “Tak
Chapter 167: The Final Night DAMIEN’S POVThe guard’s words cut through the celebration like a blade. “Alpha, there has been a breach on the eastern wall. Black-robed figures. Dozens of them. They are moving fast toward the main grounds.”I stood slowly from the head table, every muscle in my body tensing. The music faltered. Heads turned. I kept my voice steady, the way an alpha should. “Gavin, take two squads and secure the inner perimeter. Seal the nursery wing first. No one gets near my family. Elders, move the guests to the lower halls. Warriors with me.”Chaos did not erupt immediately. Years of training held the pack together as people moved with purpose instead of panic. I kissed Anya’s temple quickly, my hand lingering on her waist. “Stay with Iris and the baby. Lock the doors behind you.”She grabbed my arm, eyes wide with fear. “Damien, wait—”“I will come back,” I promised, though the words tasted like ash. I already knew the truth the Moon Goddess had burned into me. Thi
Chapter 166: The Weight in His Eyes ANYA’S POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Our son lay nestled against my side in the wide bed, his tiny fingers curled around the edge of the blanket. The room smelled of fresh linen and the faint herbal scent Mira had left in a bowl on the nightstand. For a moment everything felt peaceful. Then I turned my head and saw Damien standing by the window, staring out at the grounds with his back to me. His shoulders were tense, his hands clasped behind him. He had been like this since the night he collapsed in the study. Distant in a way that had nothing to do with lost memories.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake the baby. My body still ached from the birth and the surgery, but the pain felt secondary to the unease twisting in my chest. Damien turned when he heard me move. His golden eyes softened the instant they met mine, but there was something else there. A heaviness. A longing mixed with sorrow tha
Chapter 42: Reckoning ROWAN’S POV The hall felt smaller after Damien carried Anya out, like the air got thicker and harder to breathe. Everyone stood frozen for a second as eyes darted between me, Cassandra, and Cassian’s smug face in the middle of the aisle. Rogues lined the walls quietly but ev
Chapter 43: The Lie and Hidden Secrets ANYA’S POV Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains as it shone on my face, causing me to wake slowly. I could feel warmth on my face but heavy in my limbs. My body felt heavy as every muscle was sore and my strength returned in slow and painful trickles.
Chapter 39: The Truth Unleashed ROWAN’S POVPain clawed through every muscle as I pushed myself up from the cold floor of the hidden safe room beneath the pack house. My vision swam for a second, blurry and dark at the edges, but I blinked it clear and gripped the wall hard, forcing my legs to hol
Chapter 38: Shadows of the Past ANYA’S POV The grand hall looked exactly like I remembered it, only bigger and colder, with all those white roses spilling from every corner and silver lights floating above like fake stars. My heels clicked on the polished floor as Damien led me in with his arm s







