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CHAPTER 16 : Back to reality
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THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 24: By the Moon Goddess
Christopher’s hand tightened weakly around mine.“No,” he rasped. “Lilith. Please.”His voice was fading. I felt it like frost spreading through my chest.“Don’t,” he begged. Keanan moved then, fast and decisive. He and two others seized Nyxara, forcing her to her knees before me. She struggled, snarling, but there was fear in her eyes now.Rowan was beside me, his voice urgent, strained. “Can’t you see?” he shouted, his voice carrying so everyone could hear. “He sacrificed himself for her. For all of you. And even now, he’s still trying to stop Lilith from tearing you apart. Because… she will! You will all die by her hand for what Nyxara has done.”He turned, pointing straight at her. “She is the one who betrayed you, who went against the rules, who is unworthy.” Rowan was trying to make them understand, but my rage and the sight of Christopher’s weakened body, dying beside me, did nothing to calm the situation. My vision blurred. Power shook me, desperate to be unleashed. The ear
THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 23 : By the Moon Goddess
In the past, I had faced every trial the wolves had ever conceived. Blood. Dominion. Solitude. Command. None of them had ever unsettled me like this.The Trial of Bond was different. Not because it was sacred, or ancient, or feared. But because this time, I was not standing above it. I was inside it. Exposed. Bound by something I could not sever without destroying myself.The forest had not slept. Neither had the packs. Neither had us. Again.I heard them long before the summons. Low arguments carried on the night air, voices sharpened by fear and ambition. Betas whispering at the edges of fires. Alphas snapping at one another in tight circles, divided not just between packs, but within them. Some called Christopher unfit, an aberration that should never have been allowed to breathe among us. Others spoke of his endurance, his refusal to yield, his survival of the Trial of Blood with something close to reverence. Strength frightened them more than weakness ever could.Tension coiled e
THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 22: Blood spilled
The next morning spread through the forest like a reopening wound, pale light filtering through mist-laden branches. The clearing where the packs had gathered by surprise the night before was devoid of warmth, the earth darkened by trampled leaves and old scents of domination, blood, and fear.Before anyone spoke, I felt it. The pull. The anticipation. Blood was going to be spilled.Christopher stood beside me, silent, his demeanour calm despite the tension gripping him. Bruises appeared and faded, only to return again. Cuts reopened before they could fully close.This time, we were alert. There was no longer any question of time, no hours set aside for gathering or warning. The second Trial could happen at any moment.And yet, the summons came just after dawn. No shouting. No announcement. A deep horn sounded once, low enough to vibrate through bone.The Trial of Blood.Endurance. Exposure. Pain with no escape.Rowan looked at me then, his face hard, something close to regret flicker
THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 21: His Resolve
Three days passed in a blur of blood and breath.Christopher trained until his body forgot the meaning of rest. Rowan did not spare him. Neither did I. We came at him from different angles, different rhythms, forcing him to react rather than think. Rowan tested his instincts. I tested his restraint. Between us, there was nowhere to hide.He bled every day. Sometimes from his hands, torn open by claws not yet fully his. Sometimes from his ribs, struck too late or too slow. Once from his shoulder, when Rowan drove him into the ground hard enough to rattle his teeth. Each time, he rose again. Quieter. More focused. Less human in the way humans understood it.And yet he never vanished into the wolf. It surfaced in flashes. A deepening of the eyes. A shift in scent. A strength that arrived unannounced and left just as suddenly, as if testing him rather than obeying him. The wolf did not answer to command. It responded to something else entirely.By the second night, I understood what it wa
THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 20: Break me
The cabin was not warming up. On the contrary, it was closing in on us, narrow and dark, the cold biting harder with every breath until it felt deliberate, as if the night itself wanted to test how far we would go to survive.Christopher's hands were still on me, his arms wrapped around my back, his body pressed against mine. I could feel him trembling, no longer only from fear or determination, but from something stronger. Beyond the obvious physical attraction I felt for him, my hands sliding under his clothes, using the cold as an excuse, the bond between us vibrated, agitated, stretched by restraint and violence at once, and the touch of the Goddess still lingered in my blood."You feel it too," I whispered.His breath grazed my neck. "It's like I'm burning and freezing at the same time."I smiled, slow and sharp. The words had barely left his lips when I pulled him towards me, and his fingers dug into my hair, my skin, as if they had always belonged there. That touch ignited some
THE CURSE OF LUST CHAPTER 19: The Challenge
The moment stretched, tight as a drawn bow. I felt it in my bones first, the certainty settling deep and cold. This was the line. If they crossed it, I would not retreat. I would not bargain. I would tear the world open for him if I had to. The thought did not frighten me. It steadied me.Several Alphas shifted their weight, shoulders rolling, claws threatening beneath skin. The air thickened with intent. I caught the sharp scent of aggression, of blood imagined before it was spilled. Someone growled low. Another took a step forward.I moved without thinking, angling my body just enough to shield Christopher while keeping my stance open. My wolf surged, teeth aching, vision sharpening until every pulse of hostility stood out like fireflies in the dark. I was ready to die here. I knew it with a calm that surprised me. If this circle became my grave, it would be one I chose.Rowan stepped in beside us, fast and fierce. His dislike for Christopher had never been subtle, but this was not
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