เข้าสู่ระบบAlthea felt it then. The loud, relentless thumping of her heart echoed in her ears, heavy and suffocating. She knew. Deep inside, she had always known how this would end.The man who raised her. The father she grew up calling her own. He would die.“I need to go,” she said suddenly, pushing herself up from the bed.Candice reacted instantly, rushing to her side before she could even steady herself. “Althea, stop. Where are you going?” she demanded, gripping her arm. “You’re still weak. You nearly drained yourself healing Princess Riela. You need to rest.”But Althea shook her head, panic flashing across her face. “Gavriel already left. He’s going to kill my father,” she gasped, her steps unsteady as she headed for the door. “I… I need to see him. I need to see my father, Cain.”Candice froze. Her grip loosened slightly as realization struck her. “Wait,” she said slowly. “How did you even know about Cain being captured—”She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening.“…You,” Candice whis
The translucent dome shimmered softly at the center of the chamber, its surface alive with runes that pulsed in a steady rhythm. It arched over the bed where Princess Riela lay, enclosing her completely in a cocoon of protective magic.Gavriel stood just outside its boundary.His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white, his gaze fixed on the woman kneeling at the edge of the dome. Althea’s palms hovered inches from the glowing barrier, fingers trembling as she carefully aligned her energy with the spellwork embedded within it. One wrong push, one careless surge, and the dome would either shatter or reject her entirely.Neither outcome was acceptable.Inside the dome, Riela lay still, her breathing shallow but steady. Her skin held a faint grayish pallor, a lingering mark of the corruption that had taken root inside her. Thin lines of dark residue traced faintly beneath her skin, like shadows refusing to let go.Queen Mother Wilma stood to Gavriel’s right, her hands clasped ti
Night and day seemed to stretch longer than they should have as Zander followed the spell he had placed on Rett, tracking him effortlessly wherever he went.Dark clouds smothered the sky above the ravine where Cain and Rett had built their hideout, a jagged nest of stone and shadow carved into the mountainside. The low hum of ancient magic pulsed through the air, thick and oppressive, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath.Zander stood at the mouth of the cavern, his cloak fluttering faintly despite the still air. His eyes glowed as he surveyed the place. He had expected resistance. He had expected traps.But he had not expected this.The magic layered across the hideout was old. Older than most covenants. It crawled a
Midas walked away from the public execution grounds, his legs heavy as if each step was weighed down by the ashes of what had just transpired. The early morning sun had risen fully, casting long shadows across the plaza, but it offered no warmth to him.Ava was gone—completely gone—and with her, any hope, any connection he had clung to. There was no trace of her, not a single scent, not a flicker of her presence lingering in the air. He had been too late.He felt hollow. The Queen Mother’s intervention had spared him, yet even that mercy felt like a curse. Uriel’s words echoed in his ears, blunt and unforgiving.“The Alpha King was merciful enough to release you instead of executing you, thanks to the Queen Mother’s plea for your lif
Althea could not believe she had slept so long, and no one had even bothered to wake her.Sunlight was already seeping through the window, so she tried to move, only for Gavriel’s arms to tighten around her. He was hugging her from behind, their bodies turned on their sides, her back pressed warmly against his chest.They were still naked, and her face flushed when she realized that Gavriel’s throbbing shaft was practically still inside her.Then she bit her lower lip as she felt Gavriel’s hand slide between her thighs. His fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, rubbing gently as he slowly moved inside her. He was so hard, filling her completely, and a low moan escaped him as he pulled back before gliding forward again, his shaft thrusting deep
The public execution grounds had not been used in years.At dawn, the vast stone plaza of the capital city was already filled with people. Nobles stood beside commoners. Warriors in full armor lined the perimeter, their grim expressions.Whispers spread through the crowd like a restless current, heavy with anticipation and unease. Everyone knew who would die today.Lady Ava Stone. The former royal aide from one of the noble families. The woman was once trusted within the palace walls. And now, the traitor who had nearly torn the kingdom apart from within.At the center of the grounds stood a raised ancient stone platform. Runes were carved deep into its surface. Two iron posts rose from the stone, enchanted ch







