DianaThomas begins to shake, crawling further against the wall, but then he finds himself against the corner and can’t go anywhere.I step closer, my voice steady, resonant, divine.“Your soul will never meet the Moon Goddess.”Each word lands like a bell toll.“You will never find your mate. You will not be allowed to reincarnate. You will not know light, or peace, or rest.”His eyes widen—first in disbelief, then in dawning horror—as he looks at me.The glow of my power intensifies, weaving around me like liquid fire. My hair lifts in strands of red light, suspended in an invisible wind, and my eyes burn with a holy glow that sears into his soul.“You might escape the pain of this earthly plane,” I continue, softly now, like a lullaby laced with venom, “but where you are going… the torment is eternal.”Terror floods his face.And in that instant, he finally understands.I may not be as physically strong as Dominicus.But I am no less powerful.And perhaps… for him… far more terrify
Diana He swallows. “They believe it.” I feel faint. “And they never let them stay together for long. Just enough to seed the obsession. To convince them it’s real.” My stomach heaves. “They faked the mating bond?” My voice is barely above a whisper. Thomas nods quickly. …I can’t breathe. I can’t think. They took something sacred and used it like a leash. And suddenly, I want to burn the entire world down. “That bond is sacred,” I hiss. “It’s divine. It’s not some trick to be forged and broken for convenience. How dare they?” The room is heavy with silence. Dom’s gaze flicks toward me. He says nothing—but I feel it. The echo of my rage burns through our bond like wildfire. Eleanor exhales softly from behind us. “Dark witches have always corrupted what they can’t create,” she murmurs. “This isn’t new. I just never imagined they would do something like this.” But I’m still shaking. Twelve hundred wolves—enslaved. Controlled. Lied to. Twelve hundred more—im
Diana “Ohhh,” Dom draws it out theatrically, his voice dipped in mocking surprise. “That’s what you meant…” His head tilts. “You want me to kill you?” Thomas nods once, hard. “Please.” Dom glances back at me and raises a brow. I stare into the dark cell, at the shriveled, pathetic man crouched inside. Dom steps aside slightly, making space for me to enter. I walk in silently. Eleanor remains by the bars, her expression unreadable. I pause. Should we really just kill him? Just like that? Has he truly suffered enough for all the pain he’s caused? For everything he did—the blood, the betrayal? No. But it will have to do. We don’t have time to waste. I glance at Dom and give a small, reluctant nod. He turns back to Thomas and shrugs casually. “Okay.” The relief that floods the bastard is instant. His whole body slumps like he’s just been handed salvation. I fold my arms. “Tell us about the rogues.” His eyes go wide, a flicker of recognition passing through them. They dart a
Diana “So,” Eleanor says lightly, staring at the door that five minutes ago, closed behind Simon Carter, “you actually believe him?” Dom crosses his arms and leans back into the leather seat. “The information he gave us should be accurate.” Eleanor hums thoughtfully. “I think so too. But that’s not what I meant.” She turns her gaze between us. “I mean him. Did you really believe what he said? That he truly remorseful about selling out Diana’s information and wants to make up for it?” Dom and I answer at the same time. “No.” She chuckles. “Didn’t think so. Then why let him go?” Dom and I glance at each other. Eleanor raises a brow. “After everything I read in here…” and she lifts the document. Right. She was reading it before we came in. “Shouldn’t you have used the opportunity to arrest him?” My eyes flick to the white paper. The Black Web. Rogue Beta wolf. A man feared, respected, and loathed in equal measure in the streets. But not just because he’s the strongest– w
Diana I narrow my eyes. He’s not lying—but he is holding back. Picking every word carefully. “So you think the witches are responsible for yesterday’s attacks?” Dom asks mildly, raising a brow. “Plenty would assume the same given the current climate. But that’s all it is—assumption. There’s no proof.” Simon nods. “You’re right. But you don’t understand.” He leans forward slightly, voice steady. “That man of mine who warned me… I pushed him. I wanted answers. But it wasn’t just reluctance—it was like he couldn’t speak. If I hadn’t known for certain he was rogue, I’d have thought an Alpha Commanded him to stay quiet.” His voice sharpens. “But he was rogue. And yet, he would’ve rather died than say more. That’s not loyalty. That’s fear. Control. You tell me, Alpha—what kind of power can make a rogue obey like that?” He sits back again, calm returning like a mask slipping into place. “That’s why I believe it’s them,” he says simply. “The witches. Who else could pull off somethin
Diana We step into the waiting room. It is tastefully decorated, soft lighting, sleek black leather seats arranged around a low coffee table. There’s even a tea station set up in the corner, though the refreshments remain untouched. My eyes land on the man already inside and I have to blink He’s nothing like what I imagined. I don’t know… I kind of pictured some massive, battle-worn werewolf with a harsh presence and a menacing aura. Instead, the man in front of me looks—well, normal. Neat. Almost pleasant. He’s tall but wiry, dressed in a charcoal suit that fits him too well to be off-the-rack. His brown shoes are polished to a shine, and his posture is straight but non-threatening. He is a rogue, yes. But I also feel something else clear as day—Beta. As soon as we walk in, he rises to his feet and flashes us a polite, almost too-bright smile. Then his gaze lands on Dominicus. And that smile falters. It’s subtle, but I see it—his pupils shrink and his face drains