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Only Power

Author: Harriet Ifeanyi
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-05 00:29:41

Zina’s eyes glistened, though not with tears, this was deeper. Shame, rage, desperation, fear. All tangled into something that made her hands curl into fists at her sides. “She humiliated me—again. First in the courtyard, then in front of him. I was Luna, and she made me feel like I was no one. And Reyes…” Her voice broke, trembling with a mixture of fury and something far more fragile. “He didn’t even look at me. He didn’t care. He let her stay. He chose her. Over me."

Rhea finally stood, her movements fluid, calm. Her teacup had long gone cold, forgotten on the side table. She moved to the window, where the fog pressed faintly against the glass, veiling the distant hills in a curtain of gray.

“What happens if he finds out, Mother?" Zina continued, voice hoarse and laced with fear. "What if he learns I've been using her essence, her scent, to mimic the bond he thinks we share? to pretend I was his mate? That every moment of connection he's felt with me was a lie, a ruse? borrowed and
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  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   A Careless Lie

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  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Restless

    The chariot's golden wheels screeched to a halt on the worn stone steps of the Nyxorian castle, the sound echoing through the morning air. Rhea stepped down, her movements fluid and effortless, exuding confidence and poise, like a queen descending from her throne. Her cloak, a rich bronze hue that seemed to shimmer and glow in the morning light, billowed behind her like a cloud, and the smile that curved her lips was as polished as the gold clasp at her throat."Lady Rhea," A guard murmured, recognizing her instantly, and bowed low before extending an arm in a gesture of respect, to lead her. “Lady Rhea. Lady Zina is expecting you.”“She should be,” Rhea said, her voice like music, her eyes glinting with amusement, a hint of anticipation that seemed to dance in their depths. "I came as soon as I heard.”The guard's expression remained neutral, but his eyes flicked to hers, a fleeting moment of curiosity crossing his face. He led her through the castle's grand entrance, the doors swing

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Indifferent

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  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   A Message

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