LOGINChapter 123: Curse of the Red Moon DAMIEN’S POVI lay beside Anya with my eyes fixed on the ceiling beams. The room felt smaller than usual as suspicion gnawed at my insides. Five hours had gone by and neither of us had found sleep. Instead the thought of what Anya had said earlier still echoed in my mind. Was Cassandra truly dead? The question rang hollow no matter how many times I turned it over. Too many pieces lined up with suspicious perfection. The Shadow Clan threw a lavish procession for a woman they should have spat on. The red moon rising on the exact night. The reports of her death arriving just when it would drag us all into one vulnerable spot. No. She breathed somewhere in the shadows. I felt it in my bones. Anya stirred against me. Her breathing came uneven after our earlier talk about the Codex. I pulled her closer and ran my fingers through her hair. The wolf in me paced with restless energy. It wanted blood and answers, not this waiting game. I spoke into the qu
Chapter 122: Blood Moon Warning ANYA’S POVI lay curled against Damien’s side with the heavy blankets tangled around our legs. Sleep refused to claim me. Every time I closed my eyes Cassandra’s face flashed behind them, her sharp smile from better days twisting into something crueler. Grief sat like a stone in my chest, pressing harder with each breath. Yet another feeling pushed through the pain, a restless tension that did not belong to me. Damien’s body stayed warm and solid beside me, but his muscles never fully relaxed. His arm draped over my waist with a grip that spoke of worry more than comfort. I shifted and propped myself on one elbow. Moonlight slipped through the tall windows and painted silver lines across his scarred face. His eyes stared at the ceiling, open and alert. I placed my palm flat on his chest and felt his heart beating faster than normal. “What is going on?” I asked softly. “You have not slept at all.” Damien turned his head toward me. His fingers flexed
Chapter 121: Red Moon Reckoning CASSIAN’S POV I stood over the heavy oak table and spread the maps wider with both hands. Candlelight flickered across the ink lines that marked every entry point, every guard shift, and every weak spot in the neutral grounds. Two days, that was all I needed to wait. Cassandra’s funeral would pull everyone together in one place, distracted by grief and ceremony. Perfect timing. The woman had wrecked my original plans while she breathed, always scheming and switching sides like the devil she was. Now dead, she finally served a purpose. Her procession would open the door I had waited years to kick down. I traced a finger along the route the Shadow Clan would likely take with the body. My lips curled into a smile. Rowan thought he joined me for Anya, but he remained a tool, nothing more. I would grab my son that night, perform the ritual under the red moon, and bind the ancient power to my bloodline once and for all. No more half measures. No more fail
Chapter 120: Shadows of BloodDAMIEN’S POVI watched Anya curl tighter into the window seat, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. Sunlight caught the strands of her hair and turned them to fire, but nothing warmed the chill that had settled over her since the lieutenant’s news. I crossed the room in three strides and dropped to my knees beside her. My hands, scarred and rough from years of violence, looked almost foreign as I reached for her smaller ones. “Come here,” I said, voice low. I pulled her against my chest without waiting for an answer. She came willingly, burying her face in my shirt while her body trembled. I wrapped my arms around her and held on, one hand stroking slow circles along her back. The wolf inside me paced restlessly, hating every sign of her pain and wanting to rip apart whatever caused it. Even if that thing was already dead.“I know what she did to you,” I murmured into her hair. “I remember the reports, the nights you woke scream
Chapter 119: Empty Bottle CourageROWAN’S POV I slumped deeper into the worn leather chair and lifted the glass to my lips again. Whiskey burned down my throat but it did nothing to drown the hollow ache in my chest. Anya Selene Voss. Her name echoed in my head like a curse I could not shake. I had let her slip away, let that bastard Damien take her right from under my watch. Actually, no, I have her to him myself. I was the useless one here. Worthless, that was what I had become, a pathetic alpha drowning his failures while the world moved on without me. The bottle sat half empty on the table, its label peeling at the edges. I reached for it and poured another measure, the liquid sloshing loudly in the quiet room. Cassian’s plan had started to sound better with every drink. Use my blood to break the heart imprint, take her back after defeating Damien. No more waiting, no more weakness. It was a good idea, especially when I know she would happily follow me because she loves me.The
Chapter 118: Traces in the DawnANYA’S POV I woke with sunlight spilling across the sheets and my heart already tangled in knots. Damien lay beside me, still deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that somehow anchored me. For a long moment I just watched him. The hard lines of his jaw had softened overnight, and that fierce scowl he wore like armor had melted away. He looked almost boyish, except for the jagged scar slicing from his temple down across his cheek. My fingers moved before I could stop them. I traced the raised line with the pad of my thumb, feeling the rough texture that my grandmother had carved into him years ago. Guilt twisted low in my belly. I knew the story, the way she had lashed out with her cursed blade during the war that brought the curse on him. He had hidden it so carefully behind that mask of control, but here it was, bare and vulnerable under my touch. His face twitched. Lines creased his forehead and his lips parted on a broken
Chapter 57: The Rogue’s ThroneCASSIAN’S POV I waited patiently like a predator eyeing a prey that is walking directly into a trap.Sitting on my heavy black throne which was carved from wolves bones and obsidian, I crossed my legs as I let my index finger drum a slow rhythm against the armrest.
Chapter 51: Curse and Desire DAMIEN’S POV I walked into the council chamber with pain already simmering low in my veins as I took my seat at the head of the long oak table. The elders filed in one by one with their faces drawn tight and serious under the flickering torchlight that cast long shado
Chapter 47: Midnight Reckoning ROWAN’S POV The pack house drowned in darkness and silence as I slipped through the side door just past eleven. I wore a sweater then a jacket which I zipped high against the chill of the night. Tomorrow night the moon would rise full and red for Cassandra’s execu
Chapter 46: Shadows of the Curse DAMIEN’S POV I gripped the car door handle tight as Gavin pulled out of the pack house drive, the gravel crunched loud under tires in the dead night. Pain burned deep in my veins like liquid fire spreading slowly from my chest to my fingertips as the curse flared







