Mag-log inMilo's POVThe silence that followed was the kind that existed at the end of worlds.I couldn't look away from him. Couldn't process what I was seeing. His chest… that broad, strong chest that had risen and fallen with life mere seconds ago…. lay perfectly still. His eyes, those golden eyes that had held mine with such desperate love during his transformation, now stared at nothing with the terrible emptiness of death."No," I whispered. The word felt hollow, and meaningless. "No, no, no, noooooooo.."My voice rose with each repetition until I was screaming it, the sound raw and broken and utterly helpless. I pulled against my chains with strength I didn't know I possessed, feeling bones grind and skin tear, but the ancient metal held fast."DAMON!" His name tore from my throat. "DAMON, PLEASE! PLEASE WAKE UP!"But the dead don't wake. They don't move. They don't breathe.Millen stood over his body, chest heaving, blood dripping from her countless wounds that were already beginning to
Chapter 206: song of betrayal 5milo povBut it was too late.The change started in his eyes. The golden colour of his eyes, darkened to black… not just the pupils, but the entire eye, like ink spreading through water. Then his body began to convulse, his back arching as something inside him broke free.The sound was horrific, and it sent shiver down my spine.Bones cracking, rearranging and forming back only to breaking again. His scream morphed into something inhuman, a howl that made the very stones of the temple tremble. His skin rippled like water, muscles bulging and distorting beneath it."What…" Millen stepped back, her sword lowering slightly, genuine surprise crossing her face for the first time since the fight began.Damon's transformation was nothing like a normal werewolf shift. This wasn't the fluid, natural change of a wolf taking its animal form. This was violence. This was agony made manifest in pure pain and horror.His spine curved and snapped, vertebrae visible thr
Milo povMy voice rang out before I could stop it."Damon, please. Please don't do this. She's going to…" my voice broke,"I know," Damon interrupted, his eyes meeting mine across the temple. And in them, I saw everything he couldn't say, Determination, fierceness, Resignation. "But I don't have a choice, do I?""There's always a choice," I said desperately."Not this time," he said softly, facing millen."Oh, this is perfect. Young love, noble sacrifice, dramatic last words. It's like a tragic play. I couldn't have scripted it better myself." She laughed, obviously delighted that her plans are working.She moved to the center of the temple, taking a fighting stance."Come on, then, Alpha," she taunted. " Show me why you thought you could challenge a queen. Come and dance with the queen."Damon moved forward, his steps measured, He raised his blade, and for a moment, the temple went silent, as if it was waiting for somethingAnd then they clashed.The sound of steel meeting steel rang
Milo pov"Nooooooooo” The words tore through my throat before I could stop it.I couldn't breathe well"No, it can't be..."But it was.Standing there in the torchlight, his face expressionless, his eyes cold, was someone I would trust. Someone we all trusted.Aldrich.The revelation of Aldrich's betrayal hung in the air like smoke, This couldn't be happening. The masked figure who had saved me… twice… who had killed those doctors, who had given me the vial, who had whispered warnings and led me through the fortress...It had all been a lie.Every moment of hope, every flicker of belief that someone was fighting for me, had been nothing but manipulation. A puppet show orchestrated by my sister while I danced on strings I hadn't even known were there.What a fool I had been."Surprised, little brother?" Millen's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. She was looking at me now, her expression almost fond. Like we were children again and she'd just pulled off a particularly clever pr
Damon's POVI woke to the smell of ancient stone and coppery taste in the air.My head pounded like someone had used it as a drum. Every muscle ached like I was being burned alive. I felt the coldness of the silver chains made of wolfbane wrapped around my wrists, burning where they touched bare skin. I was on my knees, the cold stone floor pressing against my shins.I forced my eyes open. For a moment, my vision swarmed, I could feel whatever sedative they must have given me when I was out pumping in my system, making it hard to focus.Slowly and painfully, my surroundings started to clear.I was in a temple.No, that word didn't do it justice. This was something ancient, something that can only be traced back to 3 to 4 centuries old… I sucked in a deep breath,The ritual temple!The name tasted like burning ash in my mouth. Maybe a millennia old, but it was once the council's headquarters, the righteous faction wolves that control the whole werewolf kingdom, but apparently it has n
Chapter 201: song of betrayalDamon povThe door opened with a groan of protesting hinges. I didn't know what I was expecting, but it was certainly not what I saw.Inside, shelves lined the walls, stacked with medical equipment and supplies covered in dust. Blood smeared on one of the shelves. More on the floor near a pile of discarded bandages.But there was no Milo.I inhaled deeply, drawing his lingering scent in the air my lungs. Wolfsbane and fear and something else, hit me hard, i almost stumbled. For months this was the first I was this close to him. My heart increased in intensity."He was here," I said, my voice rough. "Minutes ago. Maybe less."I did not wait for a response. Did not give Aldrich time to spin another lie or Selene time to voice whatever concerns were building behind her careful expression. I moved, following the trail that disappeared through the corridor.The corridor blurred past me as I followed my instincts, followed the pull of the bond that was growing
Shadow unitsMilo povMy hands flew to my mouth in shock.Two men were brutally tearing into each other at the center of the square like ferocious animals, fists, and claws were flying in the air before connecting with sickening sounds on their bodies. Blood pooled under their feet, but they didn’t
Strip!!Damon’s POVMilo’s body trembled under my hold so much I thought he was having a seizure attack, and I discovered that it was his wolf clawing up to take over. The proud little Omega, who was always shy and always tried to rebel, was now grinding on my finger that was buried deep inside him
She doesn't gave patience Milo pov“Little Damon?” I was more curious than shocked at who would dare to address Damon by that way. Either the person is tired of living or…My thoughts scattered like the wind.The crowd parted the way for a tall, striking, beautiful figure that strode in like she
She is infectedDamon’s POVI was seconds away from exploding on anger.The great hall was filled to the brim with every politically minded wolf in My pack. My commanders leading the charge as one by one, they presented their foolish reasons on why they should sacrifice Milo on a platter of olden p







