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Author: PUREBLISS
last update publish date: 2026-03-19 01:38:50

"Drop the kid, Zack. Before he decides he doesn't need you to breathe."

Malakai’s voice rattled the nursery windows. He didn't walk into the room; he bled into it, the shadows stretching from his bare feet like spilled ink. His skin was a roadmap of violet cracks, starlight seeping through the fissures. He looked at the gold-skinned infant in Zack's arms and for a second, the black voids of his eyes flared.

"He’s a baby, Mal!" Zack stepped back, his mangled arm dripping blood onto the white rug
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  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   100

    "Turn it over."The leather was cold. Cracked. It smelled of dust and something sharper—old ozone. Lyra’s fingers traced the faded gold lettering on the corner of the folder. Subject Zero: Behavioral Analysis. "Where'd you find it?" Kael stood at the mouth of the cave. His silver fur rippled in the wind, white-hot light bleeding from his eyes. "The Elders say those tunnels are collapsed.""They lied." Lyra flipped the latch. It snapped. Brittle. "Look at the date, Kael. This was written before the Crossing. Before the Great Hall. Before the Architects were even born.""It's just a relic." Kael stepped inside. The cave floor groaned. "Drop it. We have to reach the ridge before the tide turns.""It's not a relic." Lyra pulled out a yellowed photograph. A man with dark hair. Scars on his face. He was sitting in a diner, holding a pen. "This is the First. Victor Blackwood.""The legend?" Kael laughed. A short, sharp sound. "He’s a myth. A story we tell the pups so they don't wander into t

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   99

    "Is it time?"Elodie’s voice was a dry rasp, like wind moving through dead leaves. She lay on a bed of glass flowers that didn't snap under her weight. They hummed instead. A low, rhythmic vibration that matched the slowing pulse in her wrist. Her skin was a map of centuries—fine lines, silver scars, and the faded glow of a woman who had spent five hundred years holding a world together with her bare hands."The sun is touching the ridge." I gripped her hand. My own skin was dark, liver-spotted, and thin as parchment. The claws were gone. My fingers were just trembling bones. "The twins are here, El. Everyone is here.""I don't want them to see me like this." She tried to sit up. Her elbow gave out. She slumped back into the glass petals. A soft, violet light puffed up around her head. "I look—I look like the old world. I look like the rot.""You look like the Alpha." I leaned down. My neck creaked. I pressed my forehead against hers. We were two ancient, dying stars in a galaxy of ou

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   98

    "I can't see the edges."Elodie gripped my forearm, her fingers digging into the muscle. We stood in a white void that didn't have a floor, yet our weight held. The air smelled of nothing. No rain. No copper. Just the terrifying scent of a blank page."Think of the forest," I whispered. My throat felt like I'd swallowed glass. "The one behind the estate. Before the ivy turned black. Think of the smell of pine and the way the dirt felt under our claws.""Is that what you want?" Elodie’s voice lacked its usual bite. She looked small in the vastness. "A graveyard for our memories?""No. I want a home." I closed my eyes.I pictured the rugged line of the Appalachian mountains. I wanted the rivers to run cold enough to ache. I wanted the trees to be so thick the sun only hit the moss in golden needles.The white snapped.A roar of wind rushed past us. The ground beneath our feet didn't just appear; it surged. Dark, rich soil erupted, pulling grass and wildflowers with it. Huge, ancient pin

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   97

    "Step into the white, Victor. Don't look at the sky."Elodie’s voice was a ragged edge, nearly lost to the roar of a world folding in on itself. Behind them, the Blackwood Estate wasn't just crumbling; it was dissolving into gray ash. The very air tasted like burnt paper and ozone. Victor didn't turn. He couldn't. If he looked back at the ruins of the life they’d clawed out of the dirt, he’d never find the legs to move forward."I'm right here." Victor’s fingers crushed hers. "I'm not letting go.""The others—are they through?" Elodie squinted into the brilliance of the Great Hall. The doorway had become a jagged tear in reality, vomiting a light so pure it stripped the color from her hair and the warmth from her skin."Leo went first. Malakai and Maya right behind him." Victor pulled her toward the threshold. "It’s just us. The last two ghosts in the house."They stepped into the light.The world didn't just end. It exploded into every scent Victor had ever known. The metallic tang o

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   96

    "You’re shaking, Victor."Elodie’s hand found his. Her skin was dry, papery, a far cry from the marble goddess she’d been inside the Spire. She looked human. She looked exhausted. Around them, the Blackwood Estate groaned. Ivy—thick, black, and smelling of rot—choked the white columns. The roof had caved in over the grand ballroom, letting in a sky that was no longer blue but a bruised, static-filled gray."It's the cold." Victor pulled his coat tighter. His ribs ached. Every breath was a reminder of the tank shell, of the fire, of the meat he’d put back on his bones. "Or maybe it's just this place. It feels like a tomb.""It is a tomb." Elodie stepped over a shattered vase. "The world we built here... it doesn’t fit anymore. Look at the wolves, Victor."He looked. In the courtyard below, millions of them were gathered. They weren't fighting. They weren't howling. They stood in a silence so absolute it made his ears ring. Wolves of every breed—gray, black, silver, and those with the v

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   95

    "Where is the floor?"Victor’s voice didn't echo. It didn't even travel. The words just existed, suspended in a space that wasn't air and wasn't water. He tried to look down. His boots were gone. His legs were gone. Below the line of his waist, he was a smear of charcoal and violet smoke, bleeding into a world that looked like a canvas left out in a storm."Stop moving, Victor. You’re blurring."Elodie was five feet away. She wasn't solid. Her edges shifted, soft as a brushstroke. One second she was the woman he’d fought beside in the London rain, and the next she was a tall, golden figure with eyes like suns. The transition didn't hurt. It hummed."I can't feel my hands, El. I can't—" Victor looked at his arm. It was a jagged streak of shadow. He willed it to be solid. He pictured the scars, the hair, the grit under his fingernails.The shadow snapped into flesh."Don't do that." Elodie drifted closer. She didn't walk; the colors around her just rearranged themselves to bring her to

  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   CHAPTER 42

    "Where the hell is Vane? I want a location, Zack. Now!"Victor slammed his palm against the steel map table. The hollow thud echoed through the underground command center, rattling the few remaining monitors that hadn't been fried by the wipe. His knuckles were raw, the skin split and weeping a thi

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  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   CHAPTER 40

    What the hell is that smell? Is someone burning rubber in the infirmary?"Victor slammed the heavy oak door of the war room, the vibration rattling the empty whiskey tumblers on the sideboard. He didn't wait for an answer from the tired-eyed guard by the threshold. He stripped off his scorched tact

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  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   CHAPTER 25

    "Drink the damn tea, Elodie. The healer said every drop." Victor pushed the ceramic mug into her hand, his fingers lingering against hers. His touch was scorching, a sharp contrast to the drafty chill of the northern wing."I’m pregnant, Victor, not paralyzed. If I sit in this bed any longer, I’m go

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  • The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret   CHAPTER 23

    "Elodie, keep your head down. Don't breathe unless you have to." Victor’s whisper was a jagged edge against her ear."I'm fine, Victor. Just watch the corner." Elodie shifted her weight, her boots clicking against the damp stone of the servant’s passage. The air here tasted like wet rot and old cop

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