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Chapter 67
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The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 68
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She wouldn’t wake up.I did everything.Held her. Shouted her name. Kissed her.And then, when the panic became unbearable—I bit her.Sank my fangs into her neck, into the bond mark I’d placed before.The claiming should have jolted her awake.The connection between mates was too strong to ignore a fresh bite.But Sofia didn’t flinch.Didn’t moan. Didn’t gasp.She just… lay there.Alive.But not here.And that broke something in me.I pulled back slowly, blood on my lips, her skin warm but unresponsive beneath my hands.“No…” I whispered, barely breathing. “No, no, no—please…”She was here, her heart beating softly beneath her chest, but her soul—her soul was somewhere else.I stood abruptly, fury burning through my veins.I would not lose her like this.Not again.I grabbed my phone and called my pack. “Meet me at the ridge. We’re running.”Beta didn’t ask why. He already knew.---An hour later, we shifted.I tore through the woods in wolf form, my paws
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(Sofia’s POV – The Dream World / Past Memory)The air smelled like lilacs.Soft petals danced in the breeze as sunlight poured through the trees, warm and golden. I stood barefoot in the grass, staring at the massive estate I once called home. The windows gleamed, the stone walls stretched tall and proud, wrapped in ivy.It was beautiful. Too perfect.And completely wrong.Because this place—this memory—was gone.I blinked, looking down at my hands. They were smaller, more delicate. I was younger here. No battle scars, no marks of pain or loss.Just… a girl.A daughter.A forgotten Luna in waiting.“Sofia!”I turned, heart skipping, and saw them—my siblings—running across the lawn.Mira, the youngest, giggled as she chased after our brother, Orin. He was always faster, always daring her to keep up.And behind them, a taller figure—Mother.Not the ghost I’d seen in visions, but her, alive and glowing, her silver-white hair braided down her back, eyes sharp and proud.“Come on!” Mira sh
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(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The first thing I noticed was the scent.Freshly crushed lavender beneath my bare feet. The air was heavy with spring—honeysuckle, warmed earth, the distant salt of sea wind.I stood on grass that hadn’t felt my touch in years.Not since I was a girl.Not since they were alive.Before war. Before abandonment. Before I learned what it meant to be alone.The house loomed ahead—not the penthouse, not Damien’s cold marble and glass, but home. The ancestral estate of my bloodline, all soft limestone and curling ivy and balconies framed with carved wolf insignias.Sunlight caught on the stained-glass windows like gold dancing over water.Too perfect.Too whole.This place was gone. Burned. Buried. Yet here it stood, untouched. And I…I was young again.I looked down at my hands—small, unscarred. My nails neatly trimmed, the white robe of ceremony brushing my ankles.No blood. No bruises.Just innocence.But something inside me—the woman I am now—knew
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(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The snow came early that year.It blanketed the mountaintop estate in a white hush that made the world feel quiet—too quiet. The gardens where Mira once played were still. The air held a cold that slipped into your bones and made you forget what warmth ever felt like.I stood beneath the veranda wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, watching smoke curl from the eastern tower.It was the beginning of the end.I could feel it.The sickness had started to spread beyond whispers. It came with the cold, they said. It moved through the blood, through touch. And no one knew what it truly was—only that it took fast and left slower.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was that my mother had changed.Her once-smooth brow was creased with something deeper than worry. Her silver hair had dulled, her presence felt brittle. Like a candle burning at both ends.She used to walk the halls with silent command, her word absolute. Now she paced. Fussed. Watched
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(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Final Memory)The snow had stopped falling.But the cold—**the kind that settles beneath the skin, into the soul—**remained.I stood in the great hall alone.No laughter.No footsteps.No fire burning in the hearth.Just the echo of a home that had already made up its mind to forget me.The tapestries that once told the story of our bloodline hung limp and grey. The same colors I’d worn during my rites. The same colors they had wrapped around me like a gift, pretending it was honor—when all it had ever been was a burial cloth.---At dawn, I woke to a whisper.Orin.He stood at the edge of my bed, already dressed in riding leathers. His hair was tousled, eyes dim with something that looked too close to guilt.“They’re leaving,” he said quietly. “Now.”I sat up. “And you?”He didn’t answer right away.“I fought them on it,” he said. “Tried to tell them it wasn’t right. But…” He looked away. “Mother says there’s no time.”There was always time.They just didn
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(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She didn’t wake up.I waited. Hours.Held her hand, pressed kisses to her knuckles, whispered every memory we ever made into her ear like they were spells that might pull her back.She didn’t even twitch.Not even when I said the words she always leaned into:“Mine. You’re mine, Sofia. Come back to me.”But her chest only rose and fell in that same shallow rhythm, her pulse barely flickering beneath my fingers.She was here. Her body, warm. Alive.But her spirit—buried somewhere deep, unreachable.I refused to accept it.I stood up slowly, brushing her hair back from her face. “You made me promise not to leave you,” I whispered. “I didn’t. I came back. I’m here now. And I’m not losing you. Not again.”I pressed my forehead to hers. My voice cracked.“You hear me? I’m going to fix this. Even if I have to burn through time itself.”---The room darkened as I stepped into the hallway, my pack silent outside the door. They looked up, their eyes lined with the
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(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The sound came first.A wet, choking gasp.Followed by a gurgle—unnatural and terrifying.My heart stopped.I was in the hallway, reading through a worn scroll when I heard it. At first, I thought I imagined it.But then came the second sound.A soft thud.Like someone struggling.Like someone dying.I ran.The door to the bedroom burst open under my hand.And there she was.Sofia.My Luna.Convulsing.Her body was seizing, her fingers curled tight into the sheets, and her mouth—her mouth was foaming, white and thick, choking her with every breath.“No—no, no—Sofia!”I dropped everything and rushed to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, trying to steady her.Her eyes fluttered open, wide, glassy.Empty.“Sofia—breathe, baby. Just breathe—stay with me!”She didn’t respond.Only gurgled again, thick saliva spilling from her lips. Her back arched violently.“Jaxon!! Ethan!!” I screamed so loud it shook the room. “Get in here now!”The door slammed open.“Goddess
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(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The room was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that lulls you into sleep.This silence was cruel. Heavy. Mocking.Sofia’s body lay motionless in my arms, her head tucked beneath my chin, skin growing colder by the minute. The foam at her lips had stopped, but so had the color in her cheeks.She was slipping.And I was out of time.I cradled her closer, burying my face in her hair.“You said you’d never leave me,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the edges. “So don’t do this. Don’t make me live in a world where I can’t hear you laugh again. Don’t make me…”I broke.The words dissolved into silence.Because no vow. No bite. No rage could undo what fate had done.Unless I did the one thing I swore I’d never do.Unless I gave in.---The wind shifted again.And just like before, the shadows in the room stretched, curled, and thickened.A soft hum began to vibrate in the air, low and ancient.Then, she appeared.Saria.Sofia’s mother. The spirit w
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The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 86 – When Spirits Weep
The relentless twilight of the 'Wolf Born Twice' reality began to fray at the edges. The sharp scents of pine and blood softened, the perpetual chill lessened, and the oppressive shadows receded. It wasn’t a sudden transition, but a gradual melting, like frost under a hesitant sun.Sofia felt the change, a subtle shift in the fabric of this dreamscape. She was still the predator, vigilant and detached, the cold logic of survival dictating her every instinct. But a different sensation was bleeding in – a warmth, a pull, a persistent, gentle pressure she had been ruthlessly pushing away.Let go, Sofia. The voice was Lyra’s, no longer distant and pleading, but closer, clearer, imbued with a quiet strength. Let go of the fight. Not the one out there, but the one within you. Come back to the in-between.The 'in-between'. The place she had visited before, a liminal space connecting her conscious mind, her wolf, and the deeper currents of her being. It felt… safer than the twilight world. Le
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 85 – The Betrayer’s Blood
The biting wind whipped around Damien and Kieran as they descended the worn stone steps into the ancestral crypts beneath the pack house. The air grew colder with each step, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else – something ancient and heavy, the accumulated presence of generations of wolves laid to rest. This wasn't merely a burial site; it was a reservoir of lineage, of history, of secrets best left undisturbed.But secrets were exactly what they needed.After Draven Thorne's chilling message, Damien’s focus had shifted. Protecting Sofia from this external threat was paramount, but he couldn’t fight blindly. They needed to understand the Blackwood curse, its true nature, and its connection to The Hollow Order and this terrifying figure, Thorne. Kieran’s frantic research had unearthed fragmented mentions of Elias Blackwood, a figure shrouded in mystery at the very genesis of the curse, and the possibility of contacting ancestral spirits bound to powerful bloodlines.“
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 84 – The Mark of Thorne
Damien stood by the infirmary window, the first weak light of dawn painting the sky in hesitant greys and pinks. Sleep was a luxury he couldn’t afford. The image of Sofia’s still form, the echo of Kieran’s devastating words about the Blackwood curse and its terrible solutions, were etched into his mind. He had refused the grim options presented, choosing instead the impossible path: to find a way to reach Sofia, to pull her back from whatever twilight realm held her, and face the curse together.A sharp rap on the door shattered the fragile quiet. Kieran entered, his face even more strained than before, if that were possible.“Alpha,” he said, his voice tight. “We have a problem. Another one.”Damien turned, his jaw set. “More Hollow Order?”Kieran nodded, but his eyes held a different kind of dread. “Yes. But… not just a sigil this time. It’s… a statement.”“Where?”“Just outside the western border. The Creekside Pack.”Damien’s eyes narrowed. The Creekside Pack. A small, quiet group
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 83 – To Kill a Curse
back in reality The sterile scent of the infirmary chafed at Damien’s senses. He sat beside Sofia’s bed, his hand holding hers. It was slack and unresponsive in his grasp. Her breathing was shallow, her face pale and drawn. She hadn’t stirred since collapsing hours ago, after the invisible struggle that had wracked her form, leaving her locked within whatever twisted reality her mind now inhabited. He remembered the look in her eyes just before they fluttered closed – distant, cold, utterly unlike his Sofia.Lyra, usually a comforting presence, was silent within him, a dull ache where fierce protectiveness should have been. It was as if even his wolf was reeling from whatever had happened inside Sofia’s dreamscape.A soft knock preceded Kieran’s entry. He looked even more weary than he had earlier, dark circles under his eyes, ancient scrolls clutched in one hand. He moved quietly, stopping respectfully a few feet from the bed.“Any change, Alpha?” Kieran’s voice was low, filled with
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 82 – The Wolf Born Twice
The world was a canvas of perpetual twilight, painted in hues of bruised purple and blood-red. Sofia didn’t walk; she stalked. The ground beneath her boots was hard-packed earth, stained dark in places that still smelled faintly of iron. The air was cold, carrying the scent of pine and something sharp and acrid – fear.She moved with a predator’s grace, silent and efficient. Every muscle was coiled, ready to strike or vanish. Her senses were honed to a razor’s edge. The rustle of leaves wasn’t just wind; it was a potential ambush. The snapped twig wasn’t just nature; it was an intruder. This wasn’t the soft, familiar world of the pack house, or the vibrant, sunlit forest she knew. This was a battlefield, a hunting ground, a place where the weak were consumed.Her hand rested habitually on the hilt of the blade strapped to her thigh. The metal was cold, worn smooth by countless grips. It felt right, an extension of her will. Her clothes were practical, dark leather and sturdy cloth, de
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 81 – The Hollow Order
The heavy oak door of Damien’s study burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that rattled the framed maps on the opposite side. Damien looked up from the reports on his desk, his eyes narrowing as Kieran Ash stumbled in, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a frantic urgency. Dust and what looked suspiciously like dried blood smudged his worn leather armor.“Kieran! What in the name of the Goddess happened?” Damien’s voice was sharp, immediately on alert. He rose, circling the desk.Kieran leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his gaze wild. “No time for pleasantries, Alpha. It’s happening again.”“What is? Spill it,” Damien demanded, reaching for the hunting knife habitually sheathed at his belt.“The killings,” Kieran choked out, pushing off the frame. He crossed the room in a few strides, his eyes locking onto Damien’s. “Across the border territories. Three packs hit in two nights. Brutal. No survivors left to talk.”Damien’s jaw tightened. He’d heard whisp
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 80 – “The Map of Memories”
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The blood on the floor had long since dried. The candles flickered as if they feared what we were about to do.Lyra stood at the center of the chamber barefoot, her cloak discarded, her runes fully exposed across her arms and collarbone. Her breathing was shallow, but her gaze had steadied. Focused.“This is not a spell,” she said, voice low. “It’s a bridge. Once we begin, I won’t control where you go. The memories will pull you toward the piece of her soul that still remembers you.”“And if it doesn’t?” I asked.She looked at me with those storm-gray eyes. “Then you’ll wander her past until your spirit forgets who it was.”I didn’t flinch.“If there’s a part of her that still remembers me,” I murmured, stepping closer, “that’s all I need.”Lyra knelt beside the basin of now-consecrated blood. She whispered an ancient chant, tracing her fingers in precise patterns above the surface. The blood began to glow faintly, pulsing—like it was responding to my hear
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 79 – The Vision Walker
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The moon was barely more than a sickle of light in the sky. Clouds churned over the forest, and the air was heavy—too quiet, too still. The trees whispered warnings in a language only the cursed could understand.I hadn’t planned to return to the ritual site tonight.But something—a pull—dragged me here.The clearing still bore the markings of the ceremony that broke me. The silver runes carved into stone still shimmered faintly, and the scent of magic hung in the air like cold smoke.I stepped into the circle.And stopped.Someone was there.A body.A woman.She lay curled at the edge of the stones, half-covered in leaves, her skin dusted with blood and soil. A torn cloak clung to her frame, silver thread stitched into its seams—ancient symbols I hadn’t seen in centuries.I rushed to her side.She wasn’t a rogue. Her scent was strange, like rain and stardust. Not of this land.Her breathing was shallow. Her skin ice-cold.But then, her lips parted.And in
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 78
(Damien’s POV – Three Moons Without Her)Time moved differently without her.Slower.Heavier.Like the minutes were dragging their feet through wet concrete.Three days had passed since the ritual.Since I bound my name to another woman to deceive ancient spirits.Since I whispered goodbye into the ear of the only woman who ever made this cursed blood of mine feel worthy.I still felt her breath on my neck.Still caught her scent in the folds of the sheets.Still expected her to walk barefoot into the kitchen every morning with a sleepy smirk, teasing me about my obsessions.But she didn’t.And she wouldn’t.Not for three moons.And I was starting to forget how to breathe without her.---The penthouse was too quiet.I left it behind after the second day.I couldn’t walk into that room without hearing the machines beeping beside her bed. Without seeing the imprint of her body on the pillow. Without smelling cinnamon and honey on the linens.So I returned to the Blackwood manor—a place
