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Weight of Pride
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2026-09-30 05:51:48
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The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin The Waltz of Shafows
My hand met hers, and the moment our skin touched, a jolt of raw, electric heat surged straight up my arm, threatening to shatter every ounce of military discipline I possessed.I locked my jaw, fighting to mask the fierce, blinding spike of excitement that flared inside my chest. Beneath my skin, my wolf was pacing like a caged beast, practically vibrating with triumphant joy at having her hand back in ours. I forced my expression to remain flat, grim, and unreadable as I pulled her close, guiding her toward the center of the sweeping marble dance floor.The velvet of her emerald gown brushed against my trousers, and the wild, intoxicating scent of winter frost and deep forest pine instantly crowded out every other perfume in the room.As we moved in sync with the slow, rhythmic sweep of the string quartet, I kept my voice low, pitching it just beneath the frequency of the surrounding dancers."You shouldn't have come here, Vanessa," I muttered, my gaze locked onto hers. "Ronan is wa
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Iron and Ash
(Abel's POV)The mahogany desk in my office was cluttered with reports, parchment border maps, and unsealed dispatches from the regional garrisons, but none of it mattered. I sat in my high-backed leather chair, staring blankly at the dark grain of the wood, the rhythmic ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the corner sounding like a countdown to execution.My mind was a chaotic storm, buzzing with a friction I couldn't quiet.First was the reality I had tried to bury under years of military duty, blood, and iron: Vanessa was my mate.The bond wasn't just a faint pull anymore; it was a living, burning tether anchored deep beneath my ribs. Every instinct in my chest screamed it, and my wolf,restless, furious, and pacing endlessly in the back of my consciousness—was practically foaming at the mouth with possessive certainty. He was right. He had been right from the moment I first saw her standing in the northern border camp six years ago. Vanessa Bloodthorne belonged to me by ev
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin The Golden Trap
The Golden TrapVanessa's POVMy heart didn't just hammer in my chest,it slammed against my ribs like a trapped beast trying to break bone.Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck, soaking into the collar of my sweater. In the dim, flickering light of the subterranean corridor, the blood-red glow of the binding circle seemed to bleed into the shadows around my boots.“If Vanessa tries to take him past the outer gates... his heart will stop beating instantly.”The words echoed inside my skull, sharp and metallic. A wave of nauseating vertigo rushed through me, but before I could let my knees buckle, my wolf stirred from the quiet depths of my mind. Her presence wasn't a senseless, frantic howl for blood; she rose like an ancient, cold sentinel, her voice ringing clear and steady in the back of my brain.'Breathe, Vanessa,' my wolf commanded, her tone heavy with lethal focus. 'Do not give into the panic. Panic is a scent he can catch. Retrace your steps. Now.'A faint, sharp scrapi
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Whispers in the gilded cage
Whispers in the Gilded Cage(Vanessa's POV)The second morning at Wild Bloomers Park broke in a slow, suffocating fog.Gray, damp mist clung to the glass windows of the west wing, swallowing the pine ridges in a pale, quiet void. I hadn't slept a wink. I sat in the high-backed armchair near the fireplace, watching the soft rise and fall of Ethan’s small chest beneath the heavy velvet quilt.By seven o'clock, the fever from the blood anchor had completely receded, leaving his skin cool and smooth. His breathing was deep, undisturbed, and entirely peaceful. The anchor was stabilizing. His body was healing, even as my soul was being torn apart bit by bit."Mommy?"Ethan’s small, raspy voice broke through the quiet hum of the burning embers. He rubbed his eyes with his fists, kicking off the heavy blanket and sitting up against the carved mahogany headboard.I immediately forced a soft, warm smile onto my face, pushing down the bone-deep exhaustion and horror that had gripped me since dis
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Blood and bone
Blood and BoneAbel's POVThe ringing started at 2:00 AM.It was a persistent, jarring vibration against the dark oak of the nightstand. I didn't reach for it right away. I lay in the stillness of the master quarters, staring up at the shadow-draped wooden beams of the ceiling, feeling the dull, familiar ache thrumming in my left shoulder—a constant, heavy reminder of the claw marks and broken bone that had nearly cost me my life two years ago.I rolled over, my movement stiff, and picked up the phone."Speak," I grunted, my voice thick with sleep and cold iron."Alpha," Silas’s low, uneasy voice came through the receiver, filtered through heavy static. "The Council of Elders just issued an emergency summons for dawn. Elder Vane called it personally. The full high circle is gathering at the Hall of Pillars."My jaw tightened. I felt the slow, dark surge of my Lycan blood prickle against the back of my neck."At dawn?" I growled softly. "What is so urgent that Vane couldn't wait until
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Shattered Mirages
Shattered Mirages(Vanessa's POV)The courtyard plunged into a suffocating, unnatural silence.The wind died down. The rising steam from the melted snow hovered motionless in the crisp mountain air. Every single word Mandy had screamed from the second-floor balcony hung over the stone terrace like a blade poised above a thread.He is your father, Ethan! He is your biological father!My heart didn't just drop—it froze. A cold, violent numbness spread from the back of my neck all the way down to my fingertips. My breath locked in my throat, my claws digging so hard through the fabric of my trousers that I nearly drew my own blood.Ethan’s tiny hand went completely limp in my grip.He didn't scream, neither did he cry. He slowly pulled his hand out of my hold, taking one hesitant step backward. His bright golden eyes—eyes that carried the exact royal glow of my father's line were wide, round, and trembling with a terrifying, childlike bewilderment. He looked at Mandy standing on the balc
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