เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 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 161: Heir’s Shadow LUCIAN’S POV I stood at the top of the wide staircase with my arm around Anya’s waist, our newborn son nestled safely in her arms. The entire mansion buzzed with energy. Music drifted from the grand hall below, mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. Pack members moved through the corridors carrying trays of food and decorations, their faces bright with genuine joy. An heir had been born. Another alpha walked among us now. The relief in the air felt thick enough to taste.Anya leaned into me slightly and let out a soft laugh. “Finally, all those months of morning sickness and back pain are behind me. I can actually breathe again without feeling like my body is trying to kill me.” I smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. “You were incredible through all of it. Look at him. Strong already.”Our son made a small sound and curled his tiny fist against her chest. The sight of him still took my breath away every time. Tiny, perfect, with a sho
Chapter 160: The Serpent SmilesCASSANDRA’S POVThe dungeon smelled of wet stone and old blood. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot with my back against the cold wall, legs stretched out in front of me. Chains lay loose around my wrists, more for show than actual restraint. The single torch in the corridor flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced across the iron bars. I had been sitting like this for hours, listening to the distant sounds of celebration filtering down from above. Laughter, music. It sounded like the pack was rejoicing. A guard’s boots echoed on the stairs. He came into view carrying a tray with stale bread and water. He stopped in front of my cell and sneered. “Luna Anya, your sister just had a baby,” he said, voice thick with mockery. “A healthy son. The whole pack is up there celebrating like fools. Luna and Alpha together again with their little hybrid prince.”I lifted my head slowly. The guard expected rage. Tears. Something broken. Instead, a soft l
Chapter 159: First Breath ANYA’S POV My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly opened them. Bright hospital lights blurred above me before the room came into focus. Machines beeped softly beside the bed and the smell of antiseptic mixed with something warmer. I turned my head and there he was. Damien sat in the chair pulled close to my bedside, his large frame hunched forward with our baby nestled carefully in his arms. He was real. It was not a dream from the edge of unconsciousness. He had come. Tears stung my eyes immediately. I tried to sit up but a sharp pull across my abdomen reminded me of the surgery. I winced and settled back against the pillows. Damien looked up at once, those golden eyes locking onto mine with an intensity I had missed for so long. “You are awake,” he said, voice low and rough with relief. He stood carefully and moved to the edge of the bed.I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “What are you doing here? Why did you come?” The question slipped out befo
Chapter 18: Midnight Raid ROWAN’S POV I hadn’t slept in days. The moment I learned Anya hadn’t killed my parents—or hers—something inside me snapped loose and never settled back. Every sunrise since then felt like an accusation. Every nightfall felt like another reminder that she was missing bec
Chapter 21: Who Am I? ANYA’S POV The celebration felt too grand for someone like me. Gold lanterns hung from the vaulted ceiling of the Ironclaw great hall, each flame imprisoned in glass etched with crescent symbols. The walls shimmered with banners bearing Damien’s crest—black wolf, silver moo
Chapter 20: Love or Hate DAMIEN’S POVA voice tugged at the edge of my consciousness—soft, frantic, trembling. “Damien… please. Open your eyes, Damien—wake up.” The sound drifted through the dark fog swallowing me whole, brushing over me like warm fingers against frozen skin. Another whisper fol
Chapter 15: The Cost of HopeROWAN’S POV The council chamber shook with voices before I even stepped fully inside. The moment the doors slammed behind me, every elder turned on me like wolves scenting blood. “So this is it?” I snarled before they even opened their mouths. “You want to force me in







