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17. FORTRESS
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2025-03-08 21:00:28Steve was surprised at the location of Emma's house. He had initially believed that she would get an apartment in the middle of the city, somewhere modern and clinical to match her profession. Instead, she stayed in a mansion nestled deep in the mountainous forest at the outer edge of the city. His breath caught as they approached the imposing structure, partially hidden behind a curtain of towering pine trees.
Away from civilization, just the way I prefer, he thought with a mixture of relief and curiosity. The Victorian-era house stood proudly against the darkening sky, its weathered stone facade telling stories of generations past. Steve was stumped, his mind racing with questions about the woman beside him whom he clearly knew so little about.
"By the look on your face, you're wondering how I could afford this big house," Emma said as she peered at him, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her green eyes sp
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"I cannot believe you were eavesdropping on our conversation," Emma said with an annoyed shake of her head. Her fingers tightened around the phone in her hand, knuckles whitening as she fought to control her irritation."I mean well, Emma," Steve replied as he returned her phone, his hand lingering near hers for a moment too long. "Seriously, I do not want your human friend getting hurt or worse." His voice dropped to a lower register, carrying the weight of experiences Emma could only imagine.Emma sighed and ran a hand through her hair, the copper strands catching the library's warm lighting. It was a nervous gesture, her body betraying her discomfort at being in such close proximity to Steve. He looked relaxed and a bit healthier after his shower, the borrowed clothes fitting his frame as if they had been tailored specifically for him. The scent of her soap clung to his skin, mingling with his own unique aroma—a combination that
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Steve's expression suddenly turned troubled, his brow furrowing as his eyes darted to the windows. Emma noticed the change immediately, her own senses heightening in response."What is it?" she asked, her body tensing as she prepared for another threat."I am just a bit surprised that you have the mind to sleep after what we have been through," Steve replied, his voice low and serious. He moved closer to the window, peering out into the darkening forest beyond."You do not believe that we are safe here," Emma stated. It wasn't a question."Are we?" Steve asked skeptically, his shoulders tense as he scanned the treeline.Emma gave him an assured smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Nobody can find us here," she told him with more confidence than she felt. "Take my word for it." With that said, she left him alone in the big library, feeling his eyes on her back as she walked away.She was shaking with a nervous tension as she exited
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Emma could not believe that she was going to the home of the Alpha who once rejected her. Her hands trembled slightly as she folded another shirt and placed it into her suitcase. The bitter memories flooded back—the humiliation, the pain, the sleepless nights that followed. Yet here she was, preparing to return to the very place she had sworn never to set foot in again.It was the sensible thing to do, but coming to that decision had not been an easy one. Her mind had waged war with itself all night, leaving her exhausted and irritable.Truthfully, Emma had no desire to see Steve's territory, but it was where the virus had been unleashed first. The thought of her research—her life's work—being corrupted and weaponized against her own kind made her stomach churn with rage and guilt. It was something that she could never forgive, not in herself, not in whoever was responsible.She paused, gripping the edge of her dresser until her knuckles turned white. "I am going to get to the bottom
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Emma stopped beside her old jeep wrangler, a vehicle as sturdy and reliable as she herself was. It was grey in color and meticulously maintained, much like everything else in Emma's life."Emma, I have a better solution instead," Steve ventured as he appraised the vehicle with a critical eye."Let me guess, you want to drive instead," Emma said, rolling her eyes in anticipation of his alpha male tendencies."No, I am thinking we should fly there instead," Steve replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at surprising her. "I have a private jet waiting. It will save us four hours drive.""Show off," Emma muttered, but the prospect of saving precious time was too tempting to ignore.Steve's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "However, we still need to take your car, and I am going to drive instead. You do not know where the airport is," he added, reaching for the keys."Anything to drive the car, huh?" Emma asked sarc
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Emma dreamed in the air.The nightmarish vision crashed over her like a wave, identical to what had haunted her back in Seattle. Mountains of bloodied werewolf skulls rose before her, their empty eye sockets seeming to follow her movements. Blood-streaked grass squelched beneath her feet as heavy rain washed crimson rivulets across the landscape. And that voice—that haunting yet eerily familiar voice—echoed in her mind once more."Stop the impending deaths of thousands of werewolves, Emma. Only you can save them. Time is running out."She jerked awake with a gasp, her knuckles white where they gripped the armrests of her seat. Disoriented, her eyes darted wildly around the cabin before recognition dawned. The soft hum of engines. The gentle vibration beneath her feet. She was still on the plane.Steve watched her from across the aisle, concern etched into the hard lines of his face. His usual mask
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Steve turned to her, his expression grim. "Some members of my pack believe that I am no longer fit to lead, so there is a call to challenge me," he explained, his voice a controlled rumble of frustration.Emma's mind whirled with the implications. A pack in chaos, divided leadership, all while facing a deadly virus. "So, who is the challenger?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.She knew that Steve was a formidable fighter. The memory of him in Seattle flashed unbidden through her mind—his powerful form shifting with lethal grace as he ripped a werewolf's spine from his back. What had shocked her most was that he had done it while heavily infected, when most would have been incapacitated by pain. The recollection sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, a complex mixture of fear, awe, and something else she didn't want to name."It does not matter, Ms. Adams," Marcus interjected before Steve could answer. His knuckles whitened on the steerin
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The Healer's Bond 129. DAWN OF THE INFECTED.
Emma’s jaw dropped open immediately she laid eyes on what was making the ground shake. It was a monstrosity her mind could not comprehend.“What the fuck is that?” Steve whispered as he took a fearful step back.“We need to get the fuck out of this city,” Marcus said as he watched the thing that walked towards them.“Wait I recognize it,” Emma said in shock. “It is the monster wolves that were chasing us from earlier!”“We need to run!” Steve said and pulled Emma by the arm. The thing was heading for them and it made no sense to wait around.The things began to chase them and the trio broke into a run. It was a werewolf but uglier and wrong. it had five heads and a massive body with four powerful legs that stomped the ground, breaking the asphalt. It was surprisingly fast and gaining on them.“How is that thing even functioning?” Marcus asked as they ran.There was no time to even answer the question because left and right was filled with dead rotting bodies of werewolves and people.
The Healer's Bond 128: Something Coming
The first thing they noticed wasn’t the light.It was the smell.The stench of decay hit them like a wall the moment they stepped out from the rusted subway doors into the open. Rot. Burnt fur. Blood soaked into the soil. A smell so unnatural that even Marcus, whose senses had dulled under enchantments, took a staggering step back and retched into the overgrown weeds.Emma's eyes welled up—not from emotion, but from the sharp, acrid smoke still hanging in the air. The buildings near the edge of the city were no longer homes. They were carcasses. Entire blocks were blackened skeletons, burned out and hollowed by fire, claw marks and the rage of something worse than war—panic.Steve stood frozen. “What happened while we were gone?”No one answered him, because no one could.The streets were not just abandoned—they were wrong. Cars stood parked with doors flung open. Blood painted windshields. One had small handprints smeared across the glass—too small to be adults. No movement. No sound
The Healer's Bond 127. Two Weeks
Emma had her father's powers so she could see through his Chaos magic. The little time she had spent with Terra had showed her how to break and see through illusions."It is all a trick Steve," Emma said in a sad tone. "That is not your brother.""What?" Steve asked as he looked away from Grimkeeper."Your brother is here but he is not in prison or chained, Grimkeeper is just using your fears and bringing it to life," Emma revealed to him.Grimkeeper's growl caught their attention. "I do not appreciate the fact that you are getting in my way, daughter. Even though I do this for your own good. Did Terra not show you your fate?"Emma shook her head in disdain. "She only showed me the things that will happen if I let fear rule my heart. I have seen enough.""Emma, I am saving you from heart break, you will outlive him, watch him die, there is immortality in your blood, daughter," Grimkeeper said."That maybe so, but it is my life and not yours, I think I understand why you are doing all
The Healer's Bond 126. The Garden Shatters. The Wolf Awakens.
Terra’s whip-tail lashed the floor, sparks flying as its razor-sharp tip carved through stone. Her eyes glowed like twin embers, the smile gone from her lips. Now there was only cold intent."You shouldn’t have walked away, Emma," the succubus murmured, claws sliding out from her fingers with a wet snikt. “You’ve defied the Garden. Defied desire.”Emma dropped into a stance—legs shoulder-width apart, arms raised in a balanced curve. Her breathing slowed. Soma Fang. Ancient werewolf martial art. Rooted in grace, ends in devastation. Her wolf stirred under her skin—quiet, but burning with clarity.“I didn’t defy desire,” Emma said. “I chose reality.”Terra lunged first. A blur of pale limbs and tail. Her claws arced for Emma’s throat, but Emma twisted beneath them and sent a crushing elbow into Terra’s ribs. The succubus hissed, twisting her head, horns slicing through the air like obsidian blades.Emma barely ducked, somersaulted backward, and launched a lightning-fast Fang Spear—two-f
The Healer's Bond 125: The Pleasure
Emma’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Her reflection was screaming in pleasure, being taken by Steve driving into her from behind, his hands holding her head, breasts, waist. He was worshiping her like a goddess, filling her every hole, every need, every fantasy. “I don’t…” Emma whispered, even as heat pooled between her legs. “You want to be devoured,” Terra whispered at her ear, now behind her. “You want to be fought over. Ruined. Made holy through pleasure.” “No, I—” But the mirror pulsed, and suddenly Emma wasn't watching anymore. She was inside. Black petals brushed her skin as she landed on all fours, her body naked and arched. A strong hand grabbed her hips—Steve’s growl echoed in her ear. “She’s ready,” he said. His cock pressed against her—thick, pulsing with heat. Steve entered her first, slow and punishing, his hands gripping her waist. Emma gasped. “Open for me,” he said in a voice like temple bells. She obeyed. The rhythm was brutal and beautiful. Each thrust f
The Healer's Bond 124. The Deadly Floors of Grimkeeper III – A Walk Through Desire and Damnation
The crimson door creaked shut behind them, muffling the ragged breathing of the man who now lay unconscious on the velvet rug. Terra walked ahead, her golden tattoos glowing faintly under the infernal red light. Her heels clicked like war drums as she led Emma deeper into the heart of the Grim Floors.Emma's senses were overwhelmed—moans echoed faintly from behind darkened doors, the air was thick with incense, sex, and suffering. The healer in her reeled, but the werewolf in her… watched, hungry and curious.“Welcome to the feeding ground,” Terra said, spreading her arms wide as they emerged onto a balcony overlooking a vast arena below. The chamber stretched impossibly wide and tall—at the center, a gigantic black lotus floated above a pit of writhing bodies. Feeding platforms encircled the arena like theater boxes.“And what is this place?” Emma asked, her werewolf sight picking up glowing energies being drained from the bodies below and channeled into the black lotus.Terra licked
The Healer's Bond 123. THE FATHER'S DEMAND II
The silence between them was suffocating."I am not leaving, Emma for any reason and certainly not because of you," Steve growled.Steve stared angrily at the towering, pale-skinned entity before him—neither demon nor god, neither dead nor alive. Grimkeeper’s long fingers trailed the edge of a glass case containing a rusted dagger wrapped in faded red cloth."What reasons make you think that I would ever leave Emma's side?" The Sterling werewolf demanded."Sit," Grimkeeper said softly, but it was not a suggestion. It was a command that made Steve's bones tremble.He obeyed, lowering himself onto a cold obsidian bench while Grimkeeper remained standing, his shadow stretching long across the marble floor like a living thing."You asked me for the reasons," Grimkeeper said, his voice low, haunting. "Let me give you a thousand."Steve did not respond. His jaw was tight, fists clenched on his lap. Every instinct screamed at him to walk away, but something ancient in Grimkeeper’s aura held
The Healer's Bond 122. The Father's Demand
The Father's Demand"How old are you?" Steve asked, unable to contain his curiosity despite the tension between them.Grimkeeper's laugh was unexpectedly warm, rolling through the museum of his existence. "It depends on your understanding of the perception of time. But I leave that to you.""So you don't know?" Steve shot back, sarcasm a shield against the unnerving reality he faced."No," Grimkeeper corrected, "I'm saying your mind may not be able to comprehend my age. I do not perceive time the same way you do, son of Kane."Steve absorbed this, the implications staggering. "If I understand correctly, you're saying you've been around since the beginning of time.""I don't think those are the right words. I've been around before Time even became a concept," Grimkeeper replied with casual certainty that sent a chill down Steve's spine. "I will outlive even you, son of Kane, which brings me to why you are here."Something in his tone set off warning bells in Steve's mind. "Why am I her
The Healer's Bond 121. Feast of Abandon
The air changed the moment Emma's boots crossed the threshold. Steve felt it first as a prickling along his spine, then as a heaviness that settled in his lungs with each breath. Sweet, cloying, like honeysuckle left to rot in summer heat. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as the scent infiltrated his senses, clouding his mind with images he fought to suppress.Around him, the feast hall descended into madness.Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinn
