Mag-log inDamianIt was faint. Far too faint. But it belonged to her. It belonged to our mate.Aaron fought against the growing pull toward her with brutal rage, resisting every instinct screaming at us to stop. Yet, as we took another step, a freezing sensation suddenly enveloped us.The air shifted violently, charged with something dark and unnatural. The soft whimpers we had been hearing broke for only a fleeting second before the screams tore through again; sharp, menacing, bruised, raw, guttural… and then suddenly, nothing.Silence.Aaron pushed through the crushing darkness and eerie stillness, forcing himself forward as whatever unseen force held us loosened just slightly. In that brief opening, we stormed into the room with full force.And then my eyes landed on them.Four of them.They circled around a bright light flashing against the wall. My gaze snapped across the room, searching frantically…But Aurora was nowhere in sight.And her scent… was fading.Almost nonexistent.My heart n
DamianI stormed out of my office without another thought, my boots striking harshly against the polished floor as I headed straight for the main staircase leading to the second floor where Aurora was.Every second felt heavy.My mind swirled with unease, dread coiling tightly around us. Aaron stirred dangerously beneath my skin, restless and furious, clawing at every fragment of control I had left. The tension inside me grew heavier with each breath, turning my lungs tight and strained, as though even the air refused to settle inside me properly.That loud howl coming again, this time sounding far more distinct than before. The guards trembling, the mention of the Luna, and the sheer fear and dread curling around them was something I never saw coming.That wasn’t ordinary panic. It wasn’t confusing.It was terror.Pure, suffocating terror.I barely slowed when I crossed paths with the elders near the clearing. They looked ready to approach me, but the moment their eyes landed on me,
The witch Monica My mind drifted back to the fragile, plump lady standing by the window as she traced her gaze through the tree line, and for one fleeting moment, my eyes locked with hers. Something stirred within me. Even though she could not see me, of that I was certain, I still felt exposed beneath her gaze. Yet I saw her clearly enough to feel as though I could reach directly into her mind. That cloud surrounding her. That force buried beneath her skin. That strange thing lurking deep within her soul. I had been wrong in my assumptions. I wanted to reach it. I wanted to unravel it piece by piece until every hidden truth revealed itself before me. I had the urge to. I needed to know. I desired to soothe the restless ache clawing at my chest. But then she looked away. She turned her face from the woods and broke the invisible connection between us, and a low frustrated groan nearly slipped from my chest, interrupting the process of the ritual itself. Then suddenly, I felt
The Witch MonicaNever in all my centuries of existence had I encountered a case as severe and maddeningly complicated as the one unfolding before me now. And to worsen the entire ordeal, it felt as though I had stepped into this battle completely unprepared, stripped of every certainty I once carried with pride.When Raymond sought me out for help, I thought it was finally time to do something for him. My way of giving back to him.At first, it truly had. The mission unfolded plainly, smoothly, almost too perfectly, with success already lingering within reach.But who could have imagined that the Moon Goddess had entirely different plans hidden within her grasp?Who would have thought she would bind him to another so suddenly? And not merely to some ordinary woman, but to one carrying something ancient, something disturbingly powerful, something I could neither fully understand nor place together no matter how hard I tried.It pissed me off the more I thought along those lines, becau
I'm so sorry, my wonderful readers. I have a few things to sort out at the moment, which is the reason for the delayed updates. Please bear with me, I promise to upload multiple chapters by Monday. Thank you for your patience and understanding. Hopefully, things won’t always be this way, and I’ll soon return to uploading three chapters daily. Thank you once again. I truly appreciate your patience, support, comments, and immense input toward the growth of this journey with Damian and Aurora. Please stay put, the main plot only just got started...
Aurora I was still on the bed, the duvet wrapped around my frame as though it were trying to shield me from the world itself. Even though there was no one else in the room besides Damian's scent that still lingered within every wall and corner of the guest room… especially near that door. It felt as though the dread and constant awareness of that guard’s brutal death refused to leave my subconscious, even as the seconds slowly ticked by. It felt more like someone was watching me. Like someone was truly watching my every breath, every movement, every action. Even though I was the only one in the room. I had tried to pull my thoughts away from that suffocating awareness and focus instead on the certainty Kiera was trying so desperately to offer. But the weight of uncertainty kept crashing down on us. It was true that Damian had faced far worse betrayals in the past. Diala's words kept echoing through my ears alongside the glimpse I had felt of him struggling through those sad,
DamianAfter a few hours in the office with a depressed Darius, whose emotions were barely contained as he struggled to tear his gaze away from those pictures, an idea suddenly surfaced in my mind.Something I should have thought about all this while. Something that should have been carried out lon
Aurora “Your enemies aren't going to give you a signal telling you when to strike. You have to remain aware, alert to every move they throw your way. And you can only do that when your focus stays on the fight,” he said as he launched another strike. This time, I was quick enough to counter at
AuroraI don't know how long I remained on that bed, and when I eventually turned toward the washroom to freshen up, Lydia and the other maid, whose name I had forgotten, arrived with breakfast.I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift back to moments ago when Damian was here.Despite the coldness
Dear esteemed readers, I am sorry to inform you that for the rest of the month, I will be dropping one chapter daily. I sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting and for the delay, and I also want to take a moment to say thank you for all your support, comments and likes. I sincerely appreci







