LOGINChapter 117: Stolen Blood CASSIAN’S POV A sharp knock on the tent pole tore through the heavy silence of pre-dawn, yanking me violently from sleep. My eyes snapped open as shadows instinctively surged to life around my fingers, dark tendrils twisting like living smoke, ready to crush windpipes or tear flesh at the slightest threat. For a moment, the world was nothing but instinct and power. Then the chill night air seeped in through the heavy fabric walls of my room, carrying the faint scent of pine, damp earth, and the dying smoke of campfires. Gray morning light filtered weakly through the seams, painting everything in muted tones. I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face to banish the remnants of uneasy dreams, dreams of altars slick with blood and stars burning red in a fractured sky.“Enter,” I called, voice low and edged with warning.Kael pushed through the tent flap, his boots leaving trails of fresh dust on the woven rugs. His face was grim, jaw tight, clothes stained
Chapter 116: Venom in the Dark CASSANDRA’S POVThe dungeon cell smelled of damp stone and old blood. I sat with my back against the cold wall and my legs stretched out in front of me. Iron cuffs bit into my wrists but the nullstone around my neck did the real damage. It suppressed my power and left me feeling hollow. Still I smiled in the darkness. Everything moved exactly as I had planned.I had let them catch me. I could have run to the Shadow Clan straight after escaping Damien’s guards but I chose this cell instead. Let them think they had won. Let Damien waste time torturing me while the real game played out above ground. Rowan drowned in guilt and liquor. Cassian hunted me like prey. And Anya wore her new husband’s blood like a collar. Perfect.Another contraction rippled through my belly. I clenched my teeth and breathed through it. The baby kicked hard as if reminding me of the deadline. This child could not be born here. If it arrived right here in Damien’s dungeon, Cassian
Chapter 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 44: Shadows of Doubt DAMIEN’S POV The door to her room stood cracked just enough for me to catch Iris’s quick glance back down the hall before she handed something small and folded to Anya. My steps slowed deliberately in the corridor as my mask felt cool against my skin but the heat buil
Chapter 42: Reckoning ROWAN’S POV The hall felt smaller after Damien carried Anya out, like the air got thicker and harder to breathe. Everyone stood frozen for a second as eyes darted between me, Cassandra, and Cassian’s smug face in the middle of the aisle. Rogues lined the walls quietly but ev
Chapter 43: The Lie and Hidden Secrets ANYA’S POV Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains as it shone on my face, causing me to wake slowly. I could feel warmth on my face but heavy in my limbs. My body felt heavy as every muscle was sore and my strength returned in slow and painful trickles.
Chapter 39: The Truth Unleashed ROWAN’S POVPain clawed through every muscle as I pushed myself up from the cold floor of the hidden safe room beneath the pack house. My vision swam for a second, blurry and dark at the edges, but I blinked it clear and gripped the wall hard, forcing my legs to hol







