تسجيل الدخول---That evening, Deimon Ashworth sat deep in the embrace of his penthouse sofa, soft jazz playing through hidden speakers and curling into the air. The notes were slow, unhurried, drifting through the low amber light that bathed the room in gold. After the Lazarus Pit had sealed every psychological wound he had incurred, or had simply patched it up for the meantime, Deimon had decided to savor the evening to himself.Just tonight, before stepping into the storm that inevitably awaits him. But tonight, he needed the calm that it brought.A Blood Scion meeting had been fixed. Romulus would be presented before the inner Council, would state his price, reveal what he carried. A perfect, formal arrangement has been made. Until then, the boy sat in the luxury guesthouse Deimon had assigned him — a suite that cost more per night than most men earned in a year.But tonight was specifically Deimon's.And she was making sure of it.A young Omega — fair-skinned, petite, and breathtakingly beau
"Sorry." Jebediah blinked and straightened in his seat. "Miles away.""Is it the Château?" Anna tilted her head, a quiet smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Did a two-hundred-thousand-dollar vintage wine finally take down the Big Bad Wolf?""Don't flatter the wine." He leaned back. "Alcohol doesn't work on me, not the way it does for everyone else. My body breaks it down before it can take hold. Fast metabolism, I suppose."Anna blinked. "Wait — really? So you could drain this entire bottle —""And feel precisely nothing. Yes.""That is deeply unfair." She slumped back against the bench dramatically, like she had received a genuinely terrible news. "My metabolism is just sitting there doing the absolute minimum.""That's because I'm a special breed," Jebediah said, his voice making it land like a plain fact rather than a boast, with no pride."Whatever, Captain Special," Anna jested."I'll accept that." He winked at her.Anna smiled. It arrived without permission, warm and easy
At the Ozeth estate, after a long day of praises, blessings, and hands reaching out to touch Anna like she was something sacred, she was worn out to the very bone.She did not want a conversation. She did not want another warm smile pressed her way, or another elder pulling her into a hug that smelled of rose water and good intentions. She wanted a bed, silence, and about fourteen uninterrupted hours of sleep.What she got instead was a balcony.She had slipped away from the main hall quietly, ducking behind a column when Janette started steering another group of well-wishers in her direction. The balcony off the east wing was tucked behind a row of potted palms and a door that stuck slightly — not enough to deter guests, but enough to slow them down. Anna had decided that was good enough.She sank into one of the cushioned rattan chairs and let the evening take her.The Eastern wind washed over the estate like the Pentecost. The grounds were lit from beneath, warm amber light rising
At the confines of Silverwood, deep in the ancient mountains, Deimon sat motionless in the Lazarus healing bath — an ancient Crescent jacuzzi fed by a mysterious underground source that healed and restored the body in ways no living healer could fully explain. Steam curled from its surface. Deimon's own breaths came heavy, whimpering in silence, like a man enduring a pain too deep and too shameful to voice. The ailment had taken a heavy toll on him. The most potent healers in his clan, even Madam Edith, couldn't diagnose what was truly wrong. Strange heartaches, periodic blackouts, schizophrenic episodes that came and went like a tide with no moon to answer to — Deimon was losing it, and the worst part was that he knew it.He hadn't called for the warm comfort of any maidens. His wolf had lost its appetite entirely, that ancient lustful hunger replaced by something older and darker he couldn't name or cage. It sat inside him like a splinter buried too deep to reach. It was just him al
The afternoon banquet was loud in the best way possible.Abijah made a terrible joke somewhere between the roasted lamb and the third round of drinks, and the entire table turned against him like a wolf pack cornering prey. Even Delilah folded her arms and refused to look at him. He sat there grinning like he had said the funniest thing in the world, which only made it worse.Anna watched it all from her seat, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. The laughter rolled on, glasses clinked, platters were passed from hand to hand, and the warm smell of seasoned meat and spiced wine filled the hall.But her mind wasn't entirely here. Her thoughts kept circling back to Janette's question.Seraphina.Earlier that morning, Seraphina had apologized for bailing on them with the urgency of someone already halfway out the door."I'm so sorry, Anna dear, I truly cannot wait," she had said, gathering her shawl with quick, careful hands, eyes already elsewhere. She was gone before Anna co
"Whoaaaa!"Anna's eyes widened in disbelief, shimmering like two full moons. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. She couldn't believe her eyes."Welcome back to the living!!"The entire table roared in unison. The sound hit Anna like a warm wave, crashing into her chest and settling there like sunlight. Janette had told her it was a banquet, but Anna had pictured something small, something intimate. Three people around a table, maybe four, something casual. But the Ozeths, she was quickly learning, interpreted casual the way most people interpreted grand, and grand the way most people couldn't even imagine.Seated along the long family dining table were the Ozeths. All of them, literally. Anna's gaze swept from one face to the next, observing carefully. Mama Eunice sat at her end of the table in a beautiful brown vintage gown that screamed luxury from ten feet away. Maureen's smile was brighter than the morning sun. The Ozeth twins were already mid-conversation, tal
---Both Jebediah and Emmett stayed the night with the Storm-Fangs. Emmett observed their culture — dwindling in number, maybe, but rich in everything else. Their battle style, their customs, their silences that carried meaning. But the most astonishing thing was their meal. One filled belly from t
---"I think the situation just got worse, JB. This is really, really bad." Emmett kept pestering Jebediah, who stayed quiet and seemed to ignore him with deliberate, practiced ease. "You don't get it, do you? A pregnant Luna is a game changer. Everything changes, everything."They were far fro
"Whoa."The word left Anna's mouth before she could dress it up into anything more articulate.She stood at the entrance of the estate's garage — or rather, what she had assumed would be a garage but which revealed itself, with each passing second, to be something else entirely. Something that defi
The tunnel terminated in darkness and desperation.Anna stared upward at the exit latch, her chest heaving with exertion. Ten feet above her head, maybe more. The vertical shaft mocked her exhaustion, but the faint scent of open air beyond gave her hope—her first real hope in days. Soon they'll dis







