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Chapter 155: Consumed by FireMilo's POVThe world shattered into a thousand brilliant fragments the moment Damon entered me.Rough, dry and without warning. "Oh god…" The words ripped from my throat, raw and desperate. My fingers clawed at the sheets beneath me, searching for something solid to anchor myself to as sensation overwhelmed every nerve ending in my body.Damon had taken me unawares. One moment I was falling apart from the building sensation that wanted to drown me, the next moment, I was spread like a loaf of bread, my ass being stretched to the limit. Without warning or lube, he entered me.He was so much bigger than his fingers had prepared me for, could ever prepare me. The stretch burned, but it was the kind of burn that felt right, like my body had been waiting for this exact moment my entire life. Like I had been incomplete until now."Breathe, love," Damon's voice rumbled against my shoulder blade, his lips pressing gentle kisses along my spine even as he held him
Chapter 154: make love to meDamon's POVI looked at Milo's face, filled with so much longing that it took my breath away. His purple eyes glowed softly in the dim light of my chamber, and the ethereal glow beneath his skin pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. He was beautiful… devastatingly so… and in this moment, he was entirely mine."Are you sure?" I asked, though my body was already responding to his request, heat flooding through my veins, my canines were already out."I need you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "I need to feel connected to you. I need to remember what's real."The last part made something twist in my chest, but I pushed the concern aside. Whatever shadows were chasing him, I would hold them at bay. At least for tonight.I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. He melted against me, his hands sliding up my chest to tangle in my hair. The purple glow intensified where our skin touched, sending tingles of power through the bond.
Chapter 153: Homecoming Damon's POV The journey to my old pack took three days, and with each mile, I felt the weight of the past pressing heavily on my shoulders. Milo sat beside me in the car, his hand intertwined with mine, that purple glow still faintly visible under his skin. The bond between us hummed with contentment, but something else lurked beneath it like a discord in an otherwise perfect melody.I couldn't mask it, even if I wanted to."You are nervous," Milo observed as we approached the border."I haven't been back since the curse," I admitted. "They think I am dead.""They're about to get the surprise of their lives then."“What if the damage that was done is unrepairable” “Then we will fix it together, like always” Milo assured, giving a cute smile that almost made me forget about my current predicaments,Almost.The border guards nearly shot us on sight. I couldn't blame them because seeing someone you had mourned standing at your gates would shake anyone. But then
Chapter 152: the coupMillen povI descended the spiral staircase to my innermost chamber, where my true allies waited. It was a secret underground room that was carved from solid mountain rock, lit by blue flames that never burnt dry. Twenty alphas sat around the obsidian table, and more than half wore the ceremonial robes of Council Elders."Your Majesty," Elder Blackwood rose as I entered, and the others followed suit in deep respect. The deference in his voice was new, born from fear rather than respect. Good."Sit," I commanded, taking my place at the head of the table. "Report.""The unrighteous packs have formed an alliance," Elder Chen said, though he wasn't related to the Pacific Pack alpha of the same name. "Led by the mafia king, Damon""As expected." I had counted on Damon's need to protect driving him to unite the outcasts. It made them easier to destroy all at once. So predictable. "Our forces are ready," General Reeves said. He was one of the few Council military leade
Chapter 151: winter is comingMillen povHis mate he thought had died in the attack that destroyed their pack, who he had mourned in the dark hours, when he thought I was asleep.And she was very much alive.Something twisted in my chest, anger, envy… I couldn't name it.I had found him five years ago during a border raid. I had embarked on with my father, while my twin brother played the perfect maid at home. half-dead in a frozen gulch where he had ended up in, after escaping the attack on his pack. For some reason I couldn't kill him. Maybe it was the force of revenge and hatred burning in his eyes that made me hesitate. I had seen something different, raw power waiting to be unleashed, experience that could not be taught, the kind of deadly grace that only came from surviving impossible odds.I had healed him myself, pouring my ice magic into his wounds, knitting bone and flesh back together through sheer force of will. For three days he had hovered between life and death while I
Chapter 150: Dangerous TruthsMillen's POVWe lay tangled in silk sheets, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to normal. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder and for a few precious moments I let myself forget about prophecies and power and the war I was wedging against the world.The silver threading through his dark hair caught the firelight, and I found myself studying the lines at the corners of his eyes, marks of experience that comes with partaking in lots of battles, and years lived before he became mine. Aldric was not young like the warriors in my army. He was something better, Seasoned and Dangerous. A weapon honed to perfection by time and hardship."Tell me about Selene," he said quietly.I stiffened. "Why?""Because she is part of your plan and I need to understand all the pieces." His hand did not stop its gentle movement. "You never speak of her except in strategy meetings."I shifted, propping myself up to look at him. His face was ope







