เข้าสู่ระบบLeonI had spent most of my life learning how to control the violence inside me and how to run a pack that thought that I was doomed to die by the time I was forty. I had made peace with that because history had taught that me.that there was no escaping it.The curse had taught me early that softness was a liability, that need was something to bury, that the only way to survive was to stay sharp and distant. Then Edric had walked into my life with his quiet strength and his devastatingly honest eyes, and every rule I had built for myself began to crack.This morning, holding him in the quiet of our bed, I felt those cracks widen into something irreversible.He was still tucked against my chest, his smaller body fitting against mine like he had always belonged there. The conversation from earlier lingered between us, the four years, the heirs and the fear in his voice when he asked where that left him. I had answered as honestly as I could. Now I needed him to feel the truth of it, not
EdricI still couldn't believe that it was me, a human, a man and an orphan, who such a powerful Alpha had chosen. It was me who was able to do what countless have been unable to do.“I keep thinking about what it means that you’re the only one who can quiet it,” I said after a while. “That my dancing, my presence… that it does something no one else in the pack can do. It makes me feel responsible for you in a way I’m not used to. It's not like the way I am used to taking car wolf Aria, it's in a way… I don't even know how to explain it.”Leon’s mouth curved slightly. “You are responsible for me. Just as I am responsible for you. That’s what this is now. We are in an equal marriage and we should be responsible for each other.”I let out a soft breath that was almost a laugh. “You’re very certain about all of this.”“I’ve had longer to sit with it than you have,” he said. “I’ve known since the first time I watched you dance that something had shifted. The noise in my head went silent.
EdricI woke to the slow, steady rhythm of Leon’s heartbeat under my ear.The room was still dim, the heavy curtains only letting in thin strips of pale morning light. For a few seconds I stayed completely still, listening to the quiet rise and fall of his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body wrapped around mine. One of his arms was draped heavily over my waist, his large hand resting against the small of my back. Our legs were tangled together under the sheets. It should have felt peaceful.It didn’t.The conversation from the night before came back in pieces, sharp and heavy. The curse. The generations of Alphas who had all died the same way. The age of forty. Four years. Heirs.I opened my eyes carefully. Leon was still asleep, his face softer than I usually saw it. Without the usual intensity in his expression he looked younger, almost vulnerable. I stared at him for a long time, trying to memorize the exact shape of his mouth, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, th
EdricThe firelight danced across the walls of our private sitting room, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to mirror the storm inside me. I had pushed Leon harder than I ever had before, using the one weapon I knew worked, my dance. My body still hummed with the effort, muscles warm and slightly aching from the fluid, deliberate movements I had poured my questions into. Now, seated on his lap with his strong arms wrapped around me, I waited for the full truth.Leon’s breath was warm against my neck. His hands stroked slow, soothing patterns down my back, but I could feel the tension lingering in his frame. The haze from my dancing had cleared enough for him to speak clearly, yet the vulnerability in his eyes was something new. This powerful Alpha, who had faced down the council without flinching, looked almost afraid of what he was about to share.“Tell me everything,” I whispered, my forehead still pressed to his. “From the beginning. No more half-truths.”He exhaled heavi
EdricThe days following the council confrontation passed in a tense haze. Leon was more protective than ever, rarely letting me out of his sight. The pack’s whispers had grown louder, but no one dared approach me directly after what happened. Aria was doing better with the new treatment, and for that alone I was grateful. Yet something gnawed at me constantly, the word that kept surfacing like a shadow I couldn’t escape.Then I remembered the curse.I had heard it from the attackers on the grounds, from the elders in the chamber, even in hushed conversations among the staff. It clung to Leon like smoke, and somehow I was part of it. But every time I tried to understand, the answers slipped away.Tonight, the mansion felt especially quiet. Leon had dismissed most of the staff early, and we were alone in our private sitting room. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light across the plush rugs and heavy furniture. I sat curled on the couch with a book I wasn’t really reading, wh
EdricThe Council had called us again and apparently, they had come up with a decision: I was to be banished from the pack never to be seen again.The air in the council chamber felt thick enough to choke on as Leon’s body vibrated with barely contained fury beside me, his arm still wrapped possessively around my waist. The low, guttural growl rumbling from his chest made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes had that dangerous, feral gleam again, the same one I had seen briefly when they had summoned us earlier.It was as if these people didn't learn. It was as if they hadn't heard Leon's warning.Claws had partially extended from his fingertips, and the veins in his neck stood out like cords ready to snap.This was the curse. The madness the elders feared and it was fully awake, triggered by their demand to banish me even after he had warned them.“Leon,” I whispered, my voice trembling but urgent. I turned fully toward him, ignoring the five pairs of shocked elder eye
EdricI thought Leon had been exaggerating when he asked me why I let the ‘vampire’ touch me. I thought maybe it was a kink in the club.That was the first mistake.After the night he dragged me into that private room, after the bruising kiss, the way his hands shook like he was holding himself bac
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood backstage at Luna Noir, the low thrum of the crowd vibrating up through the floor and into my spine. Even the air felt alive, humming with anticipation. The music leaked faintly from the speakers overhead, a dark, pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with my he
EdricWhen I stepped into Luna Noir as an official dancer for the first time, the club swallowed me whole.The air hit me first. It was warm, thick and was humming with something alive. The low pulsing lights washed the walls in dark violets and midnight blues, shadows twisting like they had a puls
LeonThe night was already running hot.Luna Noir throbbed with its usual pulse, music vibrating through the obsidian walls, supernatural auras winding through the air like smoke, scents sharp and heavy with desire. My wolves worked the floor, the vampires stalked the balcony, and everyone knew the



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