"Where are you guys going in a hurry?" An eerie voice suddenly sounded from the door.A gasp escaped Amelia and the Head witches mouths as in surprise."Y-you're back!" Leo stuttered in excitement."Now that she's back, we can leave right away." He added."Leave? Why?" Cassandra said raising a brow looking at their faces suspiciously."W-well, the palace may have been on their way now to locate us as we speak. So we need to leave as soon as possible." Amelia said hesitatingly."Why?" Cassandra asked still raising her brow."I accidentally leaked a wave of my magical power. It is unidentified and unusual so they will definitely come for the source. If we don't leave they'll catch all of us in one setting. So we need to leave." The head witch explained."Why did you accidentally leak your power? Today wasn't the first time you sneaked inside the palace. What makes today different from all the other days you sneaked in the Palace? Why would you suddenly lose control?" Cassandra's gaze pi
"Curse of the Dreambound?" Cassandra repeated—not out of ignorance, but disbelief. That curse was forbidden, buried beneath centuries of silence. Every record, every trace of its creation had been destroyed over 300 years ago. No one alive should know how to wield it."You know that curse is taboo," Cassandra said, her voice low and sharp. "The last witch capable of casting it vanished three centuries ago—and hasn’t been seen since.""You’re right," Celeste replied, steady despite the fear in her eyes. "No one ever found her. But that doesn’t mean she’s truly gone. No one knew what she looked like, where she went. Maybe she’s still out there… maybe she’s the one behind your memories—those memories only you seem to have."Cassandra’s eyes darkened. She turned sharply and walked away, boots crunching softly against the earth. After ten measured steps, she paused.Without looking back, she said coldly,"If I find out you're lying to me, I’ll erase your entire bloodline from this world in
"Go get her—now!" Carlo barked, panic etched across his face as he clutched Celeste tightly in his arms.But the guards didn’t move. Not a step.Already in their beast forms—hulking, snarling, brimming with power—they stood frozen in place. Their eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed on Cassandra. Her presence wasn’t just intimidating—it was paralyzing. A heavy, oppressive aura bled from her like smoke, coiling through the air and suffocating them with dread.They knew.One wrong move could mean instant death."What are you all waiting for?!" Carlo’s voice thundered across the cavern walls.But the more his fury rose, the worse it became. Cassandra's dormant power stirred—her murderous intent leaking out like poison, wrapping around the guards like invisible chains. Their tails tucked low, ears flattened. These were no longer warriors—they were prey.Enraged, Carlo snapped. He turned and kicked one of the werewolves forward like a discarded toy.The beast barely had time to blink.Wit
Just ahead, a severed hand lay on the ground, twitching slightly, as if in denial of its fate. A jagged branch jutted from the earth nearby, its tip stained red—proof of the brutal force that had severed Celeste’s hand clean off. She hadn’t even realized what happened until the agony struck, slicing through her nerves like fire.“W-Who?!” Celeste screamed, her voice raw with pain and fury.Carlo rushed to her, pressing the wound, trying to stop the bleeding as he supported her weight.“Show yourself!” he roared. “How dare you harm the future queen!”From the shadows, Cassandra stepped into view. Her movements were deliberate—slow, calm, calculated—like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.The guards gasped in unison.“It’s the Prince’s fated mate,” one whispered, horror flooding his expression. “We’re done for…”Celeste and Carlo froze, disbelief tightening their throats.“You… You disappeared!” Celeste hissed, her face pale, contorted with pain. “Why are you here?!”Cassan
“Today, we are gathered to witness the engagement of our one and only Prince of the Empire, Lenox Blade, to his beautiful and gracious chosen mate, Celeste Jacobsen. Let’s give them a round of applause.”The room erupted in cheers and applause. Smiles, laughter, and celebration filled the grand ballroom—until a few careless words sliced through the festive air and landed like poison in Lenox’s ears.“Thank goodness his Highness’s fated mate disappeared. If not, we’d be stuck with a werewolf queen instead of a Lycan.”A group of women nearby gossiped in hushed but audible tones, their disdainful sneers betraying their elitism.“You’re right. Serves her right. Let’s hope she never comes back to taint the royal bloodline with her low-class mongrel blood.”The words pierced Lenox’s heart like a thousand blades. In one swift movement, he crossed the room, seized one of the women by the neck, and lifted her off the ground. His pupils constricted with rage, and the room fell into stunned sil
Cassandra walked slowly toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze drawn to the stars scattered across the night sky. Three months had passed since she began hiding in Leo and Amelia's secluded safehouse. Three long months... and she hadn't lifted a finger.The fire that once burned in Amelia’s and Leo’s eyes had started to flicker. Cassandra hadn’t uttered a single word about revenge, especially not against Lenox.Not that revenge mattered more to Leo than the bond he felt with her. That bond—ancient, fated, undeniable-was—was the only thing that had made him feel truly alive in years. Ever since he discovered Cassandra was his destined mate, something inside him had shifted. The shadows that had always surrounded his world were now pierced with light, with hope. With love.He couldn't hold her hand. She hadn’t accepted the mate bond. But as long as he could glimpse her—even from a distance—and know she was near, that was enough.Once, he'd dared to ask her if she still fel