ログインNyxara POVI thought the bond was the worst thing that could happen.I was wrong.Because this—This is something far more dangerous.⸻He doesn’t lock me away.That’s the first thing I notice when the morning settles into something quieter, something deceptively normal despite the tension still lingering beneath the surface of everything that has happened in the last day.Rowan doesn’t keep me confined to his space, doesn’t treat me like something fragile or dangerous that needs to be hidden from the rest of his people, and for someone like me—someone who has spent centuries slipping through shadows, avoiding attention, surviving by never staying long enough to be known—That alone is… unexpected.“Come on,” he says, his voice steady, as if this is nothing more than another day, as if there aren’t witches watching and wolves questioning and hunters slowly closing in on everything he’
Nyxara POVI don’t fall apart.I don’t need anyone.I don’t break.So why—Is he the one thing that makes me feel like I might?⸻I should be gone.That thought is the first thing that settles into my mind after his words stop echoing through the room, after the weight of everything he just said presses into something far too fragile beneath the surface of control I have spent centuries perfecting.I should have left the moment I woke.I should have erased him.I should have disappeared before any of this had the chance to become something real.Something dangerous.Something I cannot undo.And yet—I’m still here.Standing in the same room.Facing the same man.Feeling the same bond that refuses to quiet no matter how much I try to ignore it.“You shouldn’t have seen that.”My voice is quieter than I
Rowan POVI didn’t mean to see her past.But now that I have—There’s no way I’m letting her face it alone again.⸻The silence after the door closes doesn’t feel the same.Not like before.Not like the heavy, uncertain quiet that followed everything she told me.This—This is different.Sharper.Tighter.Filled with something neither of us is saying yet.I don’t move right away.I just stand there for a second, watching her, taking in the way her posture has shifted again, the way the strain from using her power still lingers in the subtle tension of her shoulders, the way her gaze flicks briefly toward the door before returning to me as if she’s already calculating her next move.She’s thinking about leaving again.Of course she is.She always is.“You’re not going anywhere,” I say quietly.Her eyes nar
Nyxara POVI tried to hide what I was.I really did.But the moment I used my power—The witches knew.⸻The moment the magic leaves my hands, I feel it ripple outward farther than I intended, stretching beyond the walls of the sanctuary and brushing against the wards in a way that makes something deep and ancient within them react in kind, like a pulse answering another pulse, like recognition.That—That is the problem.Because this kind of magic doesn’t go unnoticed.Not here.Not anywhere.And especially not by them.My breath catches slightly as the last threads of power settle back into me, not smoothly, not cleanly, but jagged, uneven, like something that was forced through a space too small to contain it, and I feel the strain immediately, sharp and deep, coiling through my chest and down my spine in a way that makes my fingers curl instinctively at my si
Rowan POVI touched her…And suddenly—I wasn’t standing in my world anymore.I was standing in hers.Watching it burn.⸻She doesn’t leave.That’s the first thing I notice.Not immediately.Not in a way that announces itself.But in the quiet, subtle shift of the room as time passes and she doesn’t move toward the door, doesn’t disappear into the night the way she has every opportunity to, doesn’t vanish the way I know she’s capable of.Instead—She stays.Not because she wants to.Not because she trusts me.But because, whether she admits it or not, she needs the time.The rest.The stability.The bond.She doesn’t say it out loud.She never will.But I feel it anyway.By the time the room settles into something quieter, something slower, something that almost resembles pe
Nyxara POVI’ve walked away from everything in my life.Kingdoms. War. My own kind.So why—Is he the one thing I can’t seem to leave behind?⸻The moment he stops speaking, the silence that follows is not empty, not neutral, but heavy in a way that settles deep beneath my skin, pressing against something I have spent centuries locking away, something I do not allow to surface, something that has no place in the life I have built for myself.And yet—It lingers.Not just his words.Not just the certainty in his voice.But the bond.Stronger now.Steadier.No longer sharp and unpredictable like it was before, but warm, constant, almost grounding in a way that makes something inside me shift in response whether I want it to or not.I hate that.I hate that it feels… right.I turn away from him first.Not because I’m
Nyxara POV I have been hunted. I have been betrayed. I have been hunted by my own kind. None of it compares— To someone choosing to stay. ⸻ He didn’t react the way he was supposed to. That is the first thing I notice. The first thing that doesn’t make sense. The first thing that unsettle
Nyxara POV I erased him. I felt it happen. I watched his memories fade. So why— Can I still feel him? ⸻ The moment I put distance between us— I know something is wrong. Not immediately. Not in a way that screams danger. It creeps in slowly. Subtly. Like a thread I thought I cut tighte
Rowan POVThe strange woman beside me is hiding something.Something dangerous.Something powerful enough to make bullets miss and silver lose its bite.I don’t know what she is.But I know one thing with absolute certainty.The Moon Goddess does not give an Alpha a mate by accident.⸻The moment t
Nyxara POV Rowan activates the jammer again, and the faint hum fills the corridor, vibrating in my bones like an insect wingbeat, and I wonder how many times he has used this trick—how many times he has been hunted and escaped by moments alone. We move deeper. The corridor narrows, then widen







