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—The Whisper in the CrackThe voice echoed from within the glowing fracture in the floor—soft, ethereal, unearthly. It wasn’t Sebastian. It wasn’t Killian. And it certainly wasn’t a part of the illusion.“Selene… wake up. It’s not just your mind they’re after—it’s your soul.”The light seeping from the crack spilled in tendrils across the stone, crawling toward me like veins of the moon itself. For a second, the chill in the air shifted, becoming something… warm. Familiar. It kissed my bare fingers like a memory half-remembered. A part of me—buried beneath the layers of poison and illusion—remembered that voice.I crawled toward the crack on bloodied knees, fingertips shaking as they hovered over the light. I knew it might be another trick, another hallucination in Sebastian’s endless game. But something inside me pulsed—Elira—and this time, she didn’t plead to die. She pushed.“Touch it,” she whispered through the bond. “Or we lose everything.”So I did.The moment my hand brushed th
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The moment the needle emptied into my veins, I felt it—an unnatural cold, not just on my skin but beneath it, crawling through every artery like liquid ice. It was slow at first, deceptively gentle, as if the poison wanted me to notice every inch of its invasion.My body didn’t react immediately. For one breathless second, it was as if time had paused—held hostage between one heartbeat and the next. Then the pain detonated inside me. All at once. A firestorm of agony erupted from my chest and spread outward, searing through muscle, tendon, and marrow. My back arched so violently I felt something snap near my spine. My vision blurred, and my jaw locked tight. No scream escaped me. I couldn’t scream. I was still mute.Trapped in a body writing in torment with no voice to release it. My fingernails dug so hard into my palms they broke the skin, leaving crescent-shaped wounds that bled freely. I was trying to ground myself, to hold on to something real—but it didn’t work. Nothing was rea
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The drag feels endless. My flesh tears with every jolt across the ground, the forge’s soot still clinging to my skin like a second charred hide. When the dragging finally stops, the world tilts, and I realize we’ve surfaced into night—but not the real one. The sky above glows with a sickly red light, artificial and wrong, as if someone painted over the heavens with rage. A massive clearing spreads before me, carved into the earth like an open wound. Torches line its perimeter, their flames unnaturally still, casting flickering shadows over a crowd that breathes in unison—rogues. Hundreds of them. Scarred, snarling, twisted by cruelty and bloodlust. Their howls rise like a funeral dirge as I’m hauled to the center of the circle. I try to lift my head, but the weight of shame and heat of humiliation press it down like an invisible boot to my skull.They throw me forward, and my body crashes onto a bed of broken glass deliberately scattered across a cracked stone platform. My hands in
The Alpha's Mute Mate Chapter 85
The air here is alive with fire. It breathes against my skin like a snarling beast, hot and seething, licking at my wounds with tongues of flame. Each breath I take is a punishment. The heat scorches my lungs, my throat feels lined with embers, and every inhale is a war. The forge roars behind me, its molten heart pulsing like a living thing, casting a violent red glow over the jagged obsidian walls. It isn’t just a room. It’s a furnace built to break things—metal, willpower, souls.The stench of burning flesh lingers heavy in the air, and I realize with horror it’s mine. My skin sizzles where the molten chains bite into it, the heat so intense it fuses flesh to metal, and when I try to move, they tear at me like cruel claws. My hands, my back, even the soles of my feet—weeping wounds cover every inch of me. I am dragged forward, not by choice, but by duty. A punishment. A sentence. In my arms I carry the bones of wolves—massive, ancient, cracked by time but still heavy with fo
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The cold is a living thing down here. It’s not just the absence of warmth, but an oppressive, gnawing presence, crawling through the cracks in the stones like something sentiment, intent on claiming me. The chill wraps itself around my bare ankles, creeping upward, winding around my calves, my thighs, until it sinks into my bones, hollowing me out from the inside.It’s as if the very air itself is trying to devour me. There’s no light here, not even a sliver of moon to remind me that the world outside still exists. Only the crushing weight of blackness, an endless abyss pressing in from all sides, suffocating me. I’ve lost track of the days—I don’t even know if it’s been three, or ten. Time has become irrelevant in a place like this. The only thing I can feel is the gnawing hunger in my gut, not just for food, but for anything—anything to cling to. My mind is a battlefield now, each hour a desperate fight against the creeping madness that gnaws at the edges of my thoughts. Once, I
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Killian’s POVThe pain came in waves—not from the gaping wound in my side, but from the searing truth that gripped my soul: I had failed. Not just as an Alpha, not just as the pack’s protector, but as Selene’s mate. Her husband. The one who once vowed, before blood and gods and stars, that I would never let her fall into darkness again.And now—she was gone. Ripped from me. Dragged into the shadows by the one monster I hadn’t killed in time. I had failed her in the most irredeemable way. The weight of that knowledge sank deep, clawing at me from the inside out, gnawing at my spirit. The very earth beneath me felt unstable, as if it might give way, swallowing me whole. The blood-soaked remnants of my shirt clung to my skin, an unrelenting reminder of the battle we had just fought—and lost.Blood soaked through what remained of my shirt, the silver blade’s residue still poisoning my veins. I knelt beside Luca, who was groaning softly in the mud, his breath shallow, hand pressed weakly
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The scent of ash and iron choked the air, thick as smoke in my lungs—like war had already signed its name in blood long before the first blade was drawn. I crouched behind the jagged trunk of a split pine, splinters pressing into my palms, the bark wet with last night’s rain and something darker—something that smelled like death. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, each beat a desperate drum, and my wolf stirred beneath my skin, erratic and confused. Her energy, once a warm ember, now sparked violently like it couldn’t decide whether to fight or flee. Something invisible—like a web of curses spun from shadow—weighed down my limbs, numbing my fingertips and clawing up my spine.Then, I heard it.Not just a howl—it was a wail, ancient and raw, like the Earth itself was mourning. It wasn’t a call to arms. It was a death toll. The moment the sound hit me, it was like thousands of glass shards tore through my soul, dragging down my spine, slicing through my ribcage, and sinking into my lu
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Luca roared, a guttural, primal sound that echoed off the dungeon walls and made the chains around my wrists rattle. His body surged upward with a burst of power I hadn’t seen before—an explosion of strength that sent Raven stumbling backward. Dust flew as Raven’s massive wolf form skidded across the stone floor, claws gouging into the ground in a desperate attempt to regain footing. But Luca didn’t give him the chance. In one fluid motion, Luca shifted, his body shimmering with violet and golden light, fur erupting along his limbs like lightning striking from within. His eyes—no longer the gentle brown I knew—burned with a radiant white glow that pierced the gloom.I stared, heart pounding, as his wolf form took shape—tall, sleek, yet radiating a raw, ancient power that shook me to my core. This wasn’t the healer I knew. This was a being of myth—The Healer. Not just a name, but a prophecy born into flesh. His silver-glowing fur glinted beneath the torchlight, and magic hummed arou
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The cold of the dungeon wrapped around me like an unforgiving vise, pressing against my skin, sinking deep into my bones. It gnawed at my every nerve, chilling me to the core, but it wasn’t the bitter frost of this miserable place that struck terror into my heart. No, it was the cold that gripped my very soul the moment Raven stepped through the door again. My breath hitched, a silent gasp that no one would hear, because I knew what was coming. The air around me shifted, thickening with an unseen force, as though the atmosphere itself bowed to his presence. It grew heavier, thicker, suffocating the already stale dungeon air, and I could almost feel the stone walls tremble, bracing themselves for whatever cruel thing he was about to do. His boots hit the cold floor, each step echoing in the silence like a countdown to agony, and with every sound, my chest constricted tighter. He hadn’t spoken a word yet, but his gaze—his molten eyes—burned into me, as though they could strip me of e
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