ログインPOV: DAIMON
Airys pulled back just enough to lift her face to mine, her golden eyes sparking with provocation.
“Fenrir doesn’t seem like a trustworthy wolf to me,” she declared, defiant.
The roar that tore from the depths of my chest filled the room, so intense that it made her body stiffen slightly in alert.
She recoiled a little, startled, but she didn’t run.
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POV: AIRYS"What are these circles on the floor?" I asked, frowning as I watched the sisters walk around the precisely drawn engravings. They murmured ancient words in a completely unfamiliar language, positioning two chairs in the center—back to back.I moved closer, my body on alert, sensing a different kind of energy in the air. The kind that raised goosebumps on the skin and seemed to vibrate beneath my feet."Alpha... that language...""Yes," Daimon replied without taking his eyes off the center of the circle, keeping his arm wrapped firmly around my waist as if he wanted to keep me anchored there. "It belongs to the ancestors of the witches. Even I am unable to fully understand it."He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with attention."You don’t need to be nervous.""I’m not..." I lied, feeling my body tremble at the firmer squeeze he gave my waist as a silent warning. I sighed. "Okay. Maybe I am a li
POV: AIRYSI felt a shiver run down my arm."Children... the awaited ones..." she murmured almost to herself."From the Line of Destiny?" the blind sister exclaimed, surprised. She came to me with restrained urgency, placing one gentle hand on my wrist and the other, with extreme delicacy, on my belly. Her fingers trembled slightly."Triplets..." she whispered with her lips parted. "Formidable..."My legs weakened for a second."They took them," I murmured, feeling the pain take shape in my chest. I gasped. A deep ache seized my heart, as if the emptiness echoed even louder now that it was being acknowledged. "They took them from me."The blind sister drew closer, and her warm hands touched my face with a tenderness that dismantled me inside. My eyes filled with tears, but I held back the sobs with every ounce of strength I had."I’m so sorry, daughter," she whispered, caressing my skin as if healing an invisible wound. "
POV: AIRYS"I didn’t ask if you needed it." His voice was firm, arrogant. That tone of someone who gives orders, who protects however he sees fit, who doesn’t negotiate.We continued in silence for more than an hour until we found the road covered in thin mist. We descended a narrow trail until we spotted a small town sleeping among the trees—something completely unfamiliar to me. I frowned. I had never been there before.Before I could ask anything, Daimon interlaced our fingers and pulled me with force.My body spun with the momentum and was pressed firmly against a cold stone wall. His body molded to mine. The weight, the heat, his strength completely surrounding me. His breath fell hot and heavy against my mouth.I was left breathless."What are you doing?" I whispered, feeling his warm breath brush against my skin, which was already tin
POV: AIRYSEven as he changed the subject, his hand didn’t leave my face. His fingers still touched my skin with firmness and care. As if silently saying that he wouldn’t lose me again.I stood up with a start, nodding quickly. But before I could reach the door, his hand grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me back into his arms.The impact was immediate. My body collided with his, and before I could react, his hand slid up my skin to the base of my neck, where he pressed firmly, forcing my face upward.I was forced to meet his gaze.“Airys,” his voice came out deep, rougher than before, laced with something primitive. “I marked you. And Fenrir will do the same at the right moment.” His tone was dark and dense, carrying that implicit threat that always accompanied his fierce gaze. “You haven’t marked me yet, but we are mates. I need you to trust me
POV: AIRYSHe slowly opened his palm, revealing the deep cuts. I sighed, touched by the wound, but even more by what it represented. I leaned over his hand, sealing my lips against the injury, then rested my face there, absorbing the warm, potent scent of his blood. There was something sweet in it. Something strange and addictive that triggered a new shiver in me.“Hmph… you really are fascinating,” he murmured hoarsely, as if the words had escaped without his control.I lifted my face, arching an eyebrow.“You calm my beast… and my fury,” he added with raw sincerity.“It’s part of my charm, Alpha,” I replied provocatively, lowering my voice to a more enticing tone. A mocking smile curved my lips.The line of his mouth lifted slightly. A crooked half-smile, seductive and dangerous.&
POV: AIRYS“Little one, the little you already know about me has been enough to make you feel fear.” Daimon’s voice cut through the silence with firmness. His head tilted slightly, as if studying my every movement. His gaze traveled across my face, assessing even the subtle tremors of my lips. “I don’t blame you for it.”My fingers twisted together reflexively. The fear was real. Not that he would hurt me physically—not anymore—but of everything he carried behind that dark, intense gaze. Still, I lifted my chin. I didn’t want him to notice my hesitation.“Maybe I fear you because I don’t know your story,” I said, staring at him firmly and forcing my voice to sound more confident. “It’s hard to trust what you don’t understand. Would you trust me if you hadn’t dug through my life?”“Probably not,
POV: AIRYS“Run away? What does being with you have to do with my sons?” I asked, confused, my heart pounding hard and uneven. “What did you do to them?! Where are they?! Tell me, Colen, for everything you still feel! They must be terrified!”My
POV: AIRYSI opened my eyes suddenly, gasping as if I had emerged from underwater. My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm. I was sweating, my clothes sticking to my body, my heart beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst through my chest.I looked around,
POV: AIRYSI screamed, slamming my fist hard on the table. The crash echoed through the room—a sharp crack, wood creaking under the impact. A feral growl escaped from deep in my throat. My chest heaved, rising and falling unevenly. My pulse throbbed at the back of my neck. My muscles
POV: AIRYSIt took a while for the dizziness to pass completely. I went back to my routine. I needed to. Furthermore, I had to cling to the one thing that still made me feel whole. Medicine. Surgeries. Saving lives was, in some way, what kept me from falling completely into the abyss of wh







