เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 153: Hollow Throne DAMIEN’S POVI stood at the head of the long table in the council chamber and stared at the maps spread before me. Lines and territories blurred together while the elders waited for decisions I barely understood. Three days had turned into a week since Anya walked out. The mansion felt larger and colder without her presence. I pointed at a section of the eastern border and spoke with more confidence than I felt.“We will reinforce this area with extra patrols. There have been endless reports of rogue movements. I want eyes on every trail.”Elder Thorne leaned forward with a tight smile. “Wise choice, Alpha. Though some of us wonder if your focus remains sharp after recent… personal complications.”I met his gaze steadily. The scar on my face pulled as I clenched my jaw. I remembered nothing of the old strategies or alliances, yet every morning I walked into these rooms and pretended the knowledge sat just beneath the surface. The pack watched me. They neede
Chapter 152: Seeds of RuinCASSANDRA’S POVI leaned back in the worn leather chair of the abandoned cabin and swirled the dark wine in my glass. Days had passed since the chaos at the ruins, yet the taste of victory still lingered sweeter than any drink. My side still ached where Anya’s blade had caught me but the pain only sharpened my focus. Whispers had reached me through my spies inside Ironclaw. Damien had returned but not as the man they remembered. He looked at Anya like a stranger he wanted gone. He avoided her touch. He carried hatred in his eyes that no memory loss could fully explain. And best of all, she had left. I smiled into the shadows and took a slow sip. The fire crackled in the hearth and cast dancing light across the rough walls. This was the opening I had waited for. No more games, no more half measures. Anya stood exposed, vulnerable, and carrying that hybrid abomination in her belly. Now I would make sure she never drew another peaceful breath.I rose and pull
Chapter 151: Shattered Vows ANYA’S POVI stood near the window in the main hallway when Gavin approached with heavy steps. His face carried the kind of careful look people wear when they deliver bad news. He stopped a few feet away and rubbed the back of his neck.“Damien said something to me this morning,” he said quietly. “He plans to leave for three days. He said he wants some time away to clear his head. I tried to talk him out of it but his mind is set.”The words landed like stones in my stomach. I pressed one hand against the wall to steady myself. Three days. He would rather drive away from me than stay in the same house. I had known he struggled with his memories but I never imagined I had become someone so unbearable that he needed to run.“Thank you for telling me,” I replied, keeping my voice even. Inside, something cracked wide open. All those months of waiting, fighting, bleeding for him, and now he counted down the hours until he could leave me behind. I turned and wa
Chapter 150: Weight of the Unseen DAMIEN’S POVI lay still in the large bed with my eyes open in the dark. Sleep had left me an hour ago. Anya had tossed on the couch across the room for most of the night. The cushions looked too firm for her swollen belly and she kept shifting to find comfort. I watched her in silence. Pity stirred in my chest every time she winced and adjusted her position. At the same time a cold anger burned underneath. She had killed me. The flash of memory confirmed it. Her power had torn through my chest under that red moon. Yet here she sat carrying my child and crying for a man she once ended. She stirred later and rushed to the bathroom. I kept my breathing even and my eyes closed when she returned. Her footsteps approached the bed. She stood over me for a long moment. Then the tears came. Her voice broke as she poured out her pain. Every word landed like stones on my ribs. She called herself tired. She begged me to remember her as her little fox. The sob
Chapter 149: Silent Agony ANYA’S POVI walked down the hallway toward the study with my hand resting on my belly. The pup had been active all morning and the movement usually brought me comfort. Today it only reminded me how alone I felt despite Damien being back under the same roof. I needed to speak with him. Even a few honest words would help. I raised my hand to knock when a sharp scream tore through the heavy door. “Damien!” I called as I twisted the handle. The door swung open and I rushed inside. He lay on the floor beside the desk with his body twisted and one arm flung out. His eyes stayed closed and his chest rose in shallow jerks. I dropped to my knees beside him and touched his face. “Damien. Wake up. Please wake up.” He gave no response. His skin felt hot under my fingers and a thin line of sweat ran down his temple. Panic surged through me. I pushed to my feet and ran to the doorway. “Help! Someone help me! Gavin! Guards!” My voice echoed down the corridor. Footsteps
Chapter 148: Fractured Inside DAMIEN’S POV I woke before dawn with a heavy weight on my chest. Anya slept curled on her side with one hand resting protectively over her belly. The sight should have warmed something in me. Instead a cold knot twisted tighter in my gut. I slipped out of bed quietly and dressed in fresh clothes. Every movement felt mechanical. I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head while keeping my eyes away from her sleeping form. The voice whispered again in the back of my mind. She is the enemy, she always has been. Hate her.I shook my head hard and left the room without looking back. The hallway stretched long and quiet under soft wall lights. My boots made little sound on the thick carpet. I needed space. Air. Anything except the pull I felt toward her and the stronger push that told me to run. Gavin rounded the corner ahead of me. He stopped short when he saw me and offered a respectful nod. “Alpha. You are up early. Is everything alright?”I glanced beh
Chapter 14: Ghost in the MirrorANYA’S POV Steam filled the bathroom like a soft cold, clinging to my skin as hot water ran down my back. I stood under the shower, both hands braced on the tiled wall, trying to breathe through the mess inside my chest. Let me be your man. His voice wouldn’t leav
Chapter 10: Whispers in the Dark ANYA’S POV The moon hung low outside my window, pale and heavy, spilling light across the floor like milk. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing my hair in slow, distracted strokes. Every muscle in my body ached from training. My palms were sore, my arms throbbed
Chapter 13: Borderlines DAMIEN’S POV The council room reeked of fear. It wasn’t the sharp, metallic scent of blood or the earthy musk of wolves gathering for war—it was something worse. Cowardice had a particular odour to it, sour and lingering, and tonight it coated every inch of the room. “We
Chapter 12: First Spark ANYA’S POV Damien woke me up by knocking once—it was a sharp and decisive knock—before pushing the door open without waiting for permission. My eyes were barely open when his shadows filled the doorway with that ridiculous mask on his face. “Get up,” he commanded, voice g







