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Kian’s PoV The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air like a curse, but it couldn’t mask the stench of blood—their blood. I stood just outside the emergency ward of the Pack’s hospital, fists clenched so tightly my claws threatened to pierce my palms. My parents, the former Alpha King and Queen, were inside… broken. Fighting for their lives. Our pack’s legacy hung by a thread, and all I could do was wait. Helplessness—an emotion I had never allowed myself to feel—now gnawed at me from the inside out like a savage beast. Every instinct in my body screamed for one thing. Her. Aminda. The thought of her was both a balm and a wound. Her voice, her touch, her power—they calmed the chaos inside me. But she is not here. Couldn’t be here. Not without risking more lives. We had been warned. A sacred curse, older than our bloodlines, woven by the Fates themselves: if we dared to love openly, dared to be together, those closest to us would suffer unbearable consequences. And hadn’t they
Aminda's POV When I arrived at Lord Gray's home, he received me along with Inessa, which struck me as strange. Although he couldn't see it, Claire was his true love, the one he had always favored. As I stepped closer, I noticed Lord Gray didn’t look well—he appeared, tired, with shadows under his eyes. "Queen Aminda. To what do I owe this honor?" Gray asked, his formerly confident demeanor faltering. Something was definitely wrong. "What happened here, Lord Gray?" I inquired, my voice infused with my powers, leaving no room for lies or evasion. "Claire," he replied, his voice wavering before he regained his composure. "I found out she was having an affair with her bodyguard." He spoke coldly, but I could see how much he must be hurting. I looked at Inessa and asked him, "Who told you that? Her?" He looked at me in surprise. "How do you know?" I smirked. "Because you’ve been played, Lord Gray. The last time I was here, I caught this woman in bed with her bodyguard—the man sh
Kian "Well." I didn't know what to say. How do I tell her that the only person who can break the curse is the very person less willing to help us and is also the primary suspect in Lance's murder? "Is someone from my pack. I have to go back and talk to her..." I winced. "A woman?" My temptress's purple eyes sparkled. Her silver blond hair now had a few black streaks. She looked stunning. "Is that woman Fiorella?" She asked softly. I nodded. "I knew she was no ordinary wolf. She could sense me, even when I was invisible. Her sensory skills are enhanced because she is also a wolf. She is from Shilo's lost line of witch werewolves. They retained certain abilities, except real powers." Her eyes were saddened. I pulled her into a hug, and I cooed in her ear. "Hey, Little Temptress, don't get sad. She will help us if she wants to stay alive. I will make sure of it. The Witch's Council will seek the death penalty for Lance's death. She could serve jail time instead." She looked at me wi
Aminda "Look what we have here." An eerie voice made me open my eyes. My surroundings were different. Everything looked eerie. The place was freezing, and screams of people being tortured were piercing my ears. I heard a demonic laugh at my side, and at the same time, I could feel it everywhere. I was trying to use my powers, but down here, I had none. All of a sudden, I heard a boo, and an entity appeared in front of me. A man demon, covered in tattoos up to his bold head and face. There was not a single place covered by the greenish ink. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips with his pierced tongue, which had two small hoops on each side. He tilted his head and laughed again. His laugh was evil. He looked at me like I was a bone and he was a starving dog. I knew who he was. I had been warned by Aunt Marilla. "What do you want to let me go, Orcus?" I said, trying to steady my voice. He looked at me intently with his black orbs devoid of
Kian 'Aminda!' I called her desperately through the mind-link. Two witches began to draw a pentagram big enough for her size. They put black candles on each of the five points and lit them up. 'I will reveal myself if you don't tell me what's happening, Aminda!' She stood in the middle in her tiny underwear and bra. 'Don't Kian. No matter what you see, don't reveal yourself. You don't want them to accuse me of treason, do you? Just watch. Everything is going to be alright.' She tried to sound calm, but her voice sounded shaky, and Alister's paled semblance wasn't reassuring. She stretched out her arms while the two witches started to draw symbols on her arms, legs, and stomach. Alister raked his fingers through his hair and paced around the room like a maniac. Aminda lay in the middle of the circle. The witches started chanting, and the symbols on Aminda's skin began to glow. Black shadows appeared and circled around her. The air chilled inside the room. Creepy voices coming
Aminda's POV Everyone had left, and an ambulance had taken Lance's body. The place that was so alive and full of joy not long ago now feels deserted and gloomy. "I think you should go home, Kian." I was still shaken. All of this was unreal. Lance didn't deserve this. I want to find out who did it and what their motive was. But to do it, I need to use black magic. There are consequences, though. If I keep using it, there will be no way back, but I have to if I want to save him. "There's no way I'd leave you alone after what happened. Princess, you're still in shock. You need me. Please, say that you do." He kissed my forehead and held me tight. There was no denying it. I really needed him all the time. I nodded, with my head still buried in his chest. "We'll figure it out together, Aminda." I teleported us to my home. That night, I slept in his arms. Only then could I ever sleep with his arms around me? I needed him like I needed air. Kian was still in the shower, but I was dress