LOGINChapter 100: Destroyed Trust ROWAN’S POVI stormed into the chamber with my blood pounding so hard in my ears that I could barely hear anything else. The door hung half off its hinges behind me, wood cracked and splintered from the force of my entrance. My eyes locked onto the scene in front of me and everything inside me froze for one painful second before erupting into pure fire.Anya was on her knees on the cold stone floor, arms wrapped tightly around Damien. Her cheek rested against his hair while his hands gripped her waist like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. Tears glistened on his face. The bastard had actually been crying. But I didn’t care about his tears. All I could see was my mate holding the man who had kidnapped her, chained her, and planned to marry her against her will tonight.My wolf slammed against my ribs with savage force, snarling and clawing to get out. The rage that flooded my system burned hotter than anything I had felt before. How co
Chapter 99: Fire in My Veins DAMIEN’S POVThe curse struck without mercy. One second I knelt beside the bed with my heart laid bare, and the next, white-hot fire exploded through my entire body. It felt as if molten iron had been poured straight into my bones and now raced through every vein with vicious intent. I gasped sharply and clutched at my chest with both hands while my claws dug deep into my own skin. Dark veins bulged and spread rapidly across my arms and neck like living poison. My vision blurred with streaks of red and black, and every nerve ending screamed in agony.I knew this feeling too well. The curse. The same ancient darkness that her grandmother had placed on me now roared back to life with even greater fury. This time it felt stronger and wilder, as if Anya’s closeness somehow fed the flames instead of calming them. My muscles seized violently, twisting with uncontrollable spasms. Pain exploded behind my eyes, and I slammed my fist hard into the stone floor. The
Chapter 98: Broken Vows and Shattered VowsANYA’S POVI yanked hard against the silver chains that bound my wrists to the heavy bedpost until the metal bit deep into my skin. Pain flared sharp and hot, but I kept pulling with every ounce of strength left in my arms. The links rattled loudly in the quiet room yet refused to give even an inch. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down my back as I twisted my body and braced my feet against the wooden frame for better leverage. Nothing worked. The restraints held firm with cold indifference.Frustration burned in my chest like acid. I closed my eyes and reached deep inside for the spark of magic that lived in my blood. The Moon Witch power stirred faintly, like a distant echo. I focused on the warmth and pushed it toward my hands with gritted teeth. Silver light flickered weakly around my fingers and danced across the chains for a brief moment. I poured more will into the effort and whispered the old words my mother once taught me un
Chapter 97: The Smirk in the ShadowsCASSIAN’S POVThe heavy doors of the great hall burst open with a crash that echoed off the black stone walls. My men dragged Cassandra inside like a sack of writhing meat. Her screams filled the air sharp and desperate while tears streamed down her once-perfect face. She kicked and twisted against their iron grips but they held firm with hands like vices around her arms. The sound of her bare feet scraping across the cold floor sent a dark thrill through my veins.“Please Cassian,” she begged between sobs. “Let me go. I will disappear. You will never see me again. Just spare me this once.”I sat on the raised throne of obsidian and watched her with cold detachment. No flicker of the old pity stirred in my chest. That part of me had died long ago when she first showed her true fangs. The mighty Cassandra reduced to this sniveling mess. Once she had strutted through these halls with her chin high and her belly swollen as a shield. She had believed t
Chapter 96: Empty Bed and Burning Rage ROWAN’S POVPain exploded through my skull the moment I cracked my eyes open. My body felt as if it had been dragged across sharp rocks and left to bleed under the open sky. I groaned, trying to push myself up, but my arms buckled and I collapsed back against the pillows. The room spun slowly, wooden beams blurring overhead. The thick scent of herbs and healing salve hung heavy in the air. Sunlight sliced through the half-drawn curtains, stabbing straight into my eyes.I blinked hard, forcing my vision to clear. Memories slammed into me one after another.The ridge, the shadows. Damien’s gold eyes gleaming with triumph. His knee drove into my chest while I clawed at his arms. Anya’s scream cut through the night as her power flickered and died in her hands. Then, nothing, just blackness.Anya.Her name hit me like a fresh wound. I jerked upright, ignoring the scream of protest from my ribs. The bed beside me was empty and cold. No trace of her
Chapter 95: Chains and MoonlightDAMIEN’S POV I carried her through the darkened halls of the stronghold, her head rested limp against my shoulder, and her bound wrists pressed to my chest. Victory tasted sharper than any wine I had ever swallowed. The moon goddess had once more smiled on me tonight, she had delivered my prize straight into my arms.Lior had warned me that Rowan would never spill the true location of the Codex to him if he’s not up to something. I knew that too well. Rowan loved Anya so much, that meant he would protect everything that is tied to her safety. So when he deliberately fed Rowan the half-truth about the book being at her parent’s house we both knew the trap would spring. I kicked the door to my chamber open with my boot and crossed to the wide bed draped in black silk. I laid her down gently, arranged her limbs so she looked almost peaceful. Almost like the girl who once looked at me with trust instead of terror. I pulled the silver-threaded chains fro
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







