LOGINChapter 115: Burning Claim DAMIEN’S POVI stayed buried to the hilt inside her, my cock still thick and twitching with the final heavy spurts of my release. Anya’s greedy little cunt fluttered and clenched around me like it refused to let a single drop escape. Her legs were locked high around my waist, heels digging into my ass, while her nails carved raw, stinging lines down my back. Her chest heaved against mine, nipples hard as pebbles, sweat-slick skin sliding together with every ragged breath. When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were dark pools of pure sin. Lips kiss-bitten and glossy, she smiled like a woman who had just discovered her power over me.“Good,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with filthy promise. “Because I am nowhere near done with you.”Something primal snapped inside my chest. This was my Anya; the same fierce, stubborn woman who had fought me tooth and nail, who once looked at me with nothing but hatred and defiance. Now she was impaled on my coc
Chapter 114: Moonlit Surrender ANYA’S POV Sleep refused to come. I lay in the large bed with the sheets tangled around my legs and stared at the ceiling. The blood bond hummed steadily in my chest, warm and alive. Every beat reminded me of the man sitting just outside on the patio. Damien had not come to bed. Instead he sat shirtless at the small table with maps spread before him and a glass of wine in his hand. Moonlight painted his bare shoulders and back in silver. The muscles there shifted every time he leaned forward to study another line on the paper. I watched him for a long time. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. The sharp line of his jaw. The faint scars that marked his skin. Something stirred low in my belly. Heat pooled between my thighs as I remembered how those hands had held me during the ceremony. How his mouth had claimed mine in front of everyone. I should hate him, I should remember every cruel thing he has done. But right now my body wants him. I s
Chapter 113: Serpent’s Offer CASSIAN’S POV I stepped back into Rowan’s destroyed chambers and closed the door behind me with a soft click. The stench of cheap liquor and broken pride filled the air. Glass crunched under my boots as I crossed the room. Rowan sat slumped against the bed frame with another bottle dangling from his fingers. His eyes looked glassy and unfocused, but a spark of suspicion still burned there when he saw me return. “You are persistent,” he slurred. “I already told you to leave yesterday. Why are you here again today?” I ignored the mess and pulled up the only chair still standing. Shadows curled lazily around my shoulders as I sat down across from him. “I thought about what you said, about accepting fate, about letting Damien keep her. And I realized something, you are not the only one who loses if that happens.” Rowan took a long drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Save your breath. I am done.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on
Chapter 112: An Empty SpaceROWAN’S POV I sat on the cold floor of my chambers surrounded by broken furniture and the sharp smell of spilled liquor. Another empty bottle lay on its side near my boot. The portrait of Anya stared back at me from the table I had not destroyed yet. Her smile felt like a knife in my gut. I reached for the new bottle and drank deep until the burn chased away the worst of the memories for a few seconds. The door burst open without a knock. Gavin and Iris stormed in. The two who had once served Damien but now stayed in my pack after switching sides during the chaos. Gavin, broad-shouldered and serious, crossed his arms. Iris, sharp-eyed and quick with a blade, kicked an overturned chair out of her way. “What the hell is this?” Gavin demanded. “You look like a damn beggar king drowning in his own piss. Get up, Rowan.” I laughed bitterly and took another swig. “Leave me alone. The alpha is busy accepting reality.” Iris snatched the bottle from my hand befo
Chapter 111: Chains of Victory DAMIEN’S POV I slammed Cassandra against the nullstone wall of the dungeon cell. The chains rattled loudly as her back hit the cold surface. Blood still dripped from the cut on my side, but the pain felt distant now. Anya’s moonlight flowed through our bond and dulled the worst of it. The imprint worked better than I had hoped. She carried my curse and I drew on her strength. We had become something new on that battlefield.“Talk,” I growled as I pressed my forearm against her throat. “What are you doing here? Why did you show up here on the night of my wedding ceremony? Did Cassian send you?” Cassandra smiled through split lips. Her eyes gleamed with madness even as nullstone suppressed her power. “You really think I will do Cassian’s bidding? Damien, you should know that you chose the wrong sister. Anya will destroy you just like her grandmother promised.” I tightened my grip until she gasped. The bond pulsed with Anya’s unease somewhere above us i
Chapter 110: Echoes in the Blood ANYA’S POVThe heavy wooden door to Damien’s chambers clicked shut behind us and cut off the last echoes of music from the feast. Silence wrapped around me like a thick cloak. My white gown suddenly felt too tight across my chest as I stood in the middle of the room. Candles burned low on every surface and cast warm golden light over the large bed draped in black and silver furs. Damien watched me from near the window with his hands clasped behind his back. The new blood bond hummed steadily between us like a second pulse I could not ignore.I crossed my arms and moved away from him toward the fireplace. Heat from the flames brushed my skin but did nothing to warm the cold knot in my stomach. “So this is it. We are truly bound now. No turning back.” Damien stepped closer with slow measured steps. His black robes brushed the floor as he stopped just behind me. “You felt it during the ritual. Our blood sings together. The curse already feels lighter in
Chapter 69: The First Shift ANYA’S POVThe moment Damien stepped through the swirling mist everything changed. One heartbeat and the valley rang with war—spells cracking like lightning, claws ripping flesh, growls and shouts blending into one endless roar—and the next second silence swallowed it w
Chapter 61: The Four Threads ANYA’S POV I sat on the low stone bench in the center of the chamber with my knees pulled tight to my chest and stared at the woman who looked exactly like my mother. But this woman claims to be my aunt. An aunt that I’d never heard of from my mother. My throat felt
Chapter 56: Fractured Control DAMIEN’S POV I stood under the scalding spray of the shower with water pounding my shoulders and steam filling the bathroom. The steam was as thick as fog while the curse burned slowly and steadily in my veins like a banked fire that refused to die. Every drop that h
Chapter 55: Chained Awakening ANYA’S POV I came back to myself slowly with my head throbbing like someone had driven a spike through my skull. The sunlight filtered through heavy curtains in soft golden stripes across the bed. I tried to sit up and a sharp pain lanced through my temple so fierce.







