เข้าสู่ระบบZane's POV I barricaded myself in the pack's ancient ritual chamber right after Aradia left my chambers, slamming the heavy stone door shut and dragging a massive oak table in front of it to keep her out, or maybe to keep myself in. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches mounted on the walls, casting long shadows over the carved runes and symbols etched into the stone floor. The air felt thick and musty, like it hadn't been disturbed in years, with a faint scent of incense from old ceremonies lingering. I made my way to the central altar, a slab of cold, smooth granite that chilled my skin as I sat down on it, crossing my legs in an attempt to meditate. I needed to clear my head, to push away the rune's filthy urges that were still raging through me after what we'd done earlier. But it wasn't working. The veins under my skin pulsed steadily, matching the throb in my cock, which had gone rock-hard again without any warning. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, sliding down the shaft in
Zane's POV I couldn't stop pacing in my chambers after Aradia left, my body still buzzing from what we'd just done. My cock hung semi-hard between my legs, slick with our mixed fluids that hadn't dried yet, and every step made it swing a little, reminding me of how deep I'd been buried in her. The rune on my chest pulsed like a living thing, those dark veins under my skin throbbing in time with my heartbeat, sending fresh waves of heat straight to my groin. It was impossible to ignore, like the magic was whispering dirty promises, making my balls feel heavy and full again, urging me to chase that high one more time. I tried to shake it off and focus on finding a way to get that witch out of Ember's body before it was too late, but my mind kept drifting back to the lake and then the bed, replaying how her pussy had clamped down on me, milking every drop. I needed a plan, something real to fight this, but the lust kept interrupting, making it hard to think straight.I headed over to th
Zane's POV I stormed through the castle halls, my wet boots slapping against the stone floors, leaving dark trails behind me. The air inside felt thick and stifling compared to the crisp night outside, and every step echoed too loudly in my ears. My body still buzzed from what happened at the lake, that intense fuck leaving me half-hard even now, my cock aching with a need that wouldn't quit. The rune on my chest throbbed under my shirt, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat, sending little jolts straight to my groin. It was like a dirty secret branded on my skin, reminding me of how I'd lost control, pounding into Ember's body while Aradia laughed inside her. I shoved open the door to my private chambers in the pack's stronghold, the heavy wood banging against the wall as I slammed it shut behind me. The click of the lock sounded final, but it didn't bring the relief I wanted.The room was dark except for the moonlight filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows over th
Zane's POV I stormed away from the garden with my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. The image of Ember—or whatever the hell that thing inside her was—kept flashing in my mind, those blackened roses crumbling under her fingers, that creepy smile on her face. Fury boiled in my veins, mixing with a fear I hated admitting even to myself. Ember was in there somewhere, trapped, and this Aradia bitch was using her like a puppet to screw with me, with the pack, with everything. I couldn't think straight. The castle loomed ahead, lights flickering in windows where people were probably sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding right under their noses. I needed space. Real space. Somewhere the air didn't feel poisoned.Midnight was closing in by the time I reached the edge of the forest. The path to the secluded lake was one I'd worn down over the years, a spot hidden deep in the trees where no one from the pack ever bothered coming. The moon hung full
Zane's POV The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of herbs and earth that always reminded me of my mother. I slipped away from the castle grounds before anyone could notice. My steps were silent, practiced. The old garden had been my refuge for years, a place where the chaos of the pack softened, where memories of better days lingered like morning mist. Roses bloomed here, wildflowers swayed, and the faint hum of residual magic made the air feel alive. I drew in a steady breath, letting it settle my nerves.At first, everything seemed normal. But then… a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t cold. It was the pulse — subtle at first, like a heartbeat out of sync. Dark, heavy, something that didn’t belong. I froze, nostrils flaring as I caught a faint scent drifting through the air. Ember. But not her. Something twisted, alien, riding on her familiar warmth. My instincts screamed.I followed the pulse cautiously, sticking to the shadows between the hedges. Smoke curled lazil
Ember's (possessed by Aradia) POVI woke with a stretch that felt like silk sliding over steel. The first thing I noticed was how quiet the castle seemed beneath Ember’s eyes. Wolves patrolled as usual, guards whispered their routines, but they moved like puppets on threads I already held. I flexed my fingers slowly, watching micro-runes pulse faintly beneath my skin. Tiny nudges of influence into their subconscious, invisible to them, ensuring obedience without a single misstep. The pack didn’t know yet. They would bend to me before they even realized they had.I let Ember’s body glide down the halls, savoring the looks of unawareness on their faces. They were mine. Every glance, every gesture, a promise of control. Breakfast with the pack awaited, and I kept Ember’s sweet, innocent mask firmly in place.The long table gleamed in the early sunlight. Magnus’s eyes lifted as I took the seat beside him. I tilted my head, soft smile, fingers brushing against the edge of the table in a wa







