MasukChapter 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 165: Little Fox DAMIEN’S POVI closed the door softly behind the last visitor and let the quiet settle over the room. The celebration still hummed downstairs, but in here the world narrowed to just the three of us. Anya lay propped against a pile of pillows, her face pale but peaceful. Our son slept in the cradle beside the bed, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I crossed the room and knelt beside her, taking her hand in both of mine.“You need to rest,” I said, brushing my thumb across her knuckles. “The healers said you should not push yourself after the surgery.”She gave me a tired smile that still managed to light something inside my chest. “I am resting. You are the one who keeps hovering.”I chuckled softly and stood, then moved to the small table where Mira had left a tray of warm broth, fresh bread, and sliced fruit. I filled a bowl and carried it back to the bed, sitting on the edge so I could help her. “Eat a little. For me. For him.”Anya let m
Chapter 164: Echoes of the Heart ANYA’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed with my son cradled against my chest, his small breaths steady and warm against my skin. The celebration still echoed faintly from the grand hall below, music and laughter filtering through the thick walls like a distant dream. I should have felt safe. I should have felt joy. Instead, an uneasy tension coiled in my stomach. Something was wrong. The feeling had not left me since the vision, and now it pressed heavier with every passing minute.A loud commotion erupted in the hallway. Shouts. Footsteps pounding against the floor. My heart jumped. I handed the baby to Iris and pushed to my feet, ignoring the pull of the fresh surgical scar across my abdomen.“Stay here,” Iris said quickly, stepping in front of the door. “I will go see what is happening. Please, Anya. You just gave birth. You need rest.”I shook my head and moved around her. “I cannot stay here while something is wrong. Not when it might involve Dam
Chapter 163: Borrowed Time DAMIEN’S POVMira pulled me aside the moment the hallway cleared. Her grip on my arm was surprisingly strong for her age. The celebration continued in the grand hall behind us, laughter and music drifting through the walls like nothing had happened. I kept my face neutral for the sake of the pack, but my heart still raced from watching Anya collapse in terror.“What happened to her?” I asked quietly. “Why was she acting like that?” Mira glanced back toward the room where Iris stayed with Anya and our son, then met my eyes. “That was no ordinary panic. Anya carries the blood of ember and ash. Her powers have always been different. What you saw tonight was a prophetic vision. She saw the future, Damien. A possible future if we do nothing. The scream you heard came from both the vision and reality merging. She watched her child die at the hands of dark forces. The hooded figures are not just Cassandra’s allies. They are part of something older and far more da
Chapter 162: The Coming Storm ANYA’S POVI sat beside Damien at the head table with our son nestled in my arms, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of countless lanterns. Pack members raised glasses in our direction. Elders clapped each other on the back. Guests from Crescent Moon and Elowen mingled with Ironclaw warriors, sharing stories and congratulations. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh bread. Everything looked perfect. A celebration worthy of a new heir.Yet I could not smile.A heavy dread had settled in my chest since the moment we stepped into the hall. It pressed against my ribs like a warning I could not name. I kept one hand on my son’s back and nodded at the right moments, but the joy around me felt distant, like watching a play from behind thick glass. Something was coming. I felt it in my bones, in the way the hairs on my arms stood up, in the way my wolf paced restlessly inside me. I just could not see where it would st
Chapter 41: The Price of Poison DAMIEN’S POV I caught Anya before she hit the ground as her body went limp in my arms like all the fight drained out of her at once. Her head fell against my chest as her black hair spilled over my suit. I carried her like she weighed nothing, because indeed she di
Chapter 37: The Gift DAMIEN’S POV I never slept a wink all night. I spent my entire night in the study as I paced from one point to another thinking about my next move. The study stayed dark around me with the broken glasses I’d created in my anger glittering on the floor like stars fallen from
Chapter 34: Broken Crown DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me harder than any blade ever could:“I love you, Damien, I really do. But my heart still beats for him. I can’t help it.”I stood there in that doorway staring at her tear-streaked face and felt something inside me crack wide open. The room til
Chapter 31: An Incoming Disaster DAMIEN’S POV Morning light slipped through the heavy curtains and painted gold stripes across the sheets. Anya lay curled against my chest with her dark hair fanned over my arm and her breathing soft and slow. My marking stood proud on the curve of her neck, two p







