MasukLater, when the house had reinforcements and guards at every door, a soft sound at the back gate caught my ear. I stepped out to the balcony and looked at the road. A car slowed outside. A man got out, looking like any man who belonged in expensive suits — Marcus’s backup. He walked the path and then stopped. He looked toward the garden and then hurried. The man carried a paper envelope. He hesitated and then lifted the flap, as if reading the name. He started to speak — but the words died in his mouth. He staggered back as if something unseen had hit him in the chest. He clutched at his collar and fell to his knees. I rushed down the stairs. The man looked at me with a face that had emptied of something important. “It—” he gasped. “The elders… the elders sent a pulse. Something in the sky. They know.” My blood went still. The city would not be silent for long. The elders had been pinged. They had been warned
Ariel POV The house was a different place at dawn. Last night’s music was a memory in the chandeliers. The guests were gone. The rooms smelled like flowers and smoke—nice things masking the truth. I woke with my head full of echoes: the scattered dust, the way the powder had blown like ash, Lily’s face folding in fear. My heart still beat like a hunted thing. Damien lay beside me, solid and quiet. His breathing slowed and then quickened as I moved. I could feel his hand, careful as a promise, on my waist. I watched him sleep for a moment, that dangerous, soft face that belonged only to me now. He had always been darkness with a grin, but now there was something else—something like awe and something like fear. We both carried marks last night. I could feel him the way I felt a storm overhead. He kissed my forehead when he woke. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. I wanted to say yes. I wa
Damien POV I never liked surprise. I never liked not knowing how the board would tilt, what hand would play the knife. I built my life to cut off surprises. But that night, standing in the soft light of my house with a woman who had made me reckless, surprise ripped open the floor of my control and I fell through it. Ariel’s name left me before I realized she was no longer small. One moment she was there — paper in a perfect dress, a bride with the world looking on — and the next something in her shifted. The light around her did not change; she did not glow. But the air did, a pressure that pressed back at me like a tide. It made my teeth hurt. It made my chest ache as if the beat of the house had changed. Lily moved with the grace of a viper. The powder came into view like a final card. I saw the motion. I told Ethan to move. He hesitated. His eye
The words were sugar and garbage. I kept my face smooth. My hands stayed wrapped around Damien’s arm. Ethan’s eyes flicked, unreadable. He looked like someone whose strings were being pulled. There was a blankness in him that made my gut drop. “You shouldn’t have come,” I said softly. It was a warning, not a plea. “Oh, Ariel.” Lily’s voice was silk. “You think you can command me with warmth and pretty words?” She stepped closer, and where she moved the air seemed to thin. The house felt smaller. The hairs rose on my arms. Damien tightened his hold on me. His jaw clenched until the muscles at his throat stood out. I felt his hunger and his temper coiling. He stepped forward like a shield. “Ethan,” he said, cold as winter. “Step aside.” Ethan’s shoulders twitched. For one breath he looked like my old Ethan — the boy I once knew who laughed at stupid jokes and be
Ariel POV: The house felt alive. Every corner, every shadow seemed to whisper secrets. Even though Damien and I had returned from the wedding, the air was thick with tension. Lily’s presence lingered, her energy slithering through the edges of my awareness like smoke I couldn’t fully chase away. I leaned against Damien as we entered the living room. “I can feel her,” I murmured. My voice was calm, but inside, my chest pounded with both fear and anticipation. He tightened his hand around mine. “Good,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Let her come. She won’t leave the same way.” I inhaled deeply, feeling the pulse of power beneath my skin. My mother’s presence brushed against me again — quiet, hidden, but undeniably there. It gave me strength, and I felt my abilities stirring. Stronger. Sharper. Ready. The moment Ethan stepped in with Lily behind him, my insti
Ariel POV: The air in Damien’s house felt heavy as we drove in silence. The wedding was over, but my heart was still racing. My dress brushed against my legs as I adjusted myself in the car. My fingers clenched the edge of my seat. I could still feel Damien’s hands on me, his lips, the warmth of his body pressing me close during the vows. “Relax, Ariel,” Damien said softly from the driver’s seat. His voice was calm, but I knew him well enough to know his mind was racing too. I didn’t reply. My thoughts were still spinning from the ceremony. I was officially his wife now. Married in front of everyone, yet for some reason, it felt more personal, more intimate, and more binding than any ceremony could ever be. As we reached the house, I noticed the subtle change in the air. The energy felt different here — stronger, more electric. My mother’s presence brushed against me, faint but unmist
Ariel POV: I held my phone, my eyes wide open, my head shaking in disbelief. “No... no... no. Damian won’t betray my trust. He won’t disgrace me,” I muttered under my breath as a stared at the pictures on my screen. But the pictures on my screen were too real. Too painful. His body pressed agai
Ariel's POV That night I came home early. The house felt bigger and quieter with just us. I poured tea with hands that still shook. The day's little displays - the pen moving, the addicting hum under my skin - made me feel like I was on the edge of falling off something high. Damian came down th
Ariel POV: I walked into Blackthorne Holdings like I owned the place, and in a way, I did now. Ever since Damian had announced me as his wife and forced me to sign that ridiculous wedding contract, everything had changed. The whispers had stopped. The stares, the envy—they were still there, but no
Ariel POV I woke up slowly, the ceiling of Damian’s mansion swimming above me. For a moment, I thought yesterday was a nightmare. Witches. Wolves. Blood. My mind tried to trick me, but then the sharp ache in my stomach reminded me it wasn’t a dream. I remembered the flash of gold eyes. Blue fur.







