บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Fated Mates: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Reid sneered at Denzel, his eyes blazing with hatred. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The great Denzel, brought low by just twelve of my pack members."Denzel's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Reid, you're a fool for trying this again."Reid laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I'm not trying anything, Denzel. I'm succeeding. You see, I've been planning this for a long time, ever since you threw me out of the park like the trash I am."Denzel's eyes flashed with anger, but Reid continued, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you're so much better than me, don't you, Denzel? With your precious girlfriend, your little Banshee seer, who thinks she's so much better than everyone else just because she can foresee things."Reid's eyes seemed to bore into Denzel's soul. "But she's not here now, is she? She's not here to protect you from me. And even if she was, it wouldn't matter. Because I have the upper hand now."Denzel's fists clenched his body tense with rage. "Y

Denzel was struck by a sudden numbness that seeped into his bones. Cordelia helped him to his feet, and he stumbled to a nearby chair, collapsing into it."Nira...my Nira," he whispered, his voice cracking.Cordelia knelt beside him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "She's at peace now, Denzel. She's at peace."Denzel's gaze drifted to the floor, his mind replaying memories of Nira. He remembered her smile, her laughter, her fierce determination."Why did she have to die?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.Cordelia's hand closed around his. "She died saving you, Denzel. She gave her life to protect you."Denzel's eyes snapped up, a fierce anger burning within him. "I don't want to live without her," he growled.Cordelia's grip tightened. "You have to, Denzel. Nira gave her life for you. You have to honor her memory by living."Denzel's anger slowly faded, replaced by a deep sorrow. He knew Cordelia was right. He had to keep going, for Nira's sake.With a heavy heart, Denzel slowly rose t

In the quiet sanctuary, the air was thick with the weight of loss as Nira and Ezrianna lay side by side, their bodies still and lifeless. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls, a somber tribute to the lives that had just been extinguished. But in the stillness, something extraordinary began to unfold.Nira's spirit, ethereal and glowing, emerged from her lifeless form. She floated gently above her body, her essence shimmering with a soft light. As she looked over at Ezrianna, who lay still beside her, a wave of urgency washed over her. Nira knew that her time was short, but there was something she needed to do.With a gentle whisper that echoed in the silence, Nira called out to Ezrianna. "Ezrianna," she said, her voice a melodic breeze, "I need you to listen. You must protect Denzel. He is in danger, and you have to keep him safe."Ezrianna's spirit stirred at the sound of Nira's voice, and she began to awaken. Nira reached out, her spirit intertwining with Ezrianna's

Reid's mind replayed the battle against Denzel, his thoughts consumed by the sudden turn of events. The memory of Denzel's lifeless body, mere moments from defeat, now stood vividly in his mind."How did he recover so quickly?" Reid wondered, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every detail.Denzel had been on the brink of defeat, his strength waning, his movements faltering. But then, inexplicably, he stood up, his eyes blazing with renewed determination, and fought back with vigor."What kind of magic was that?" Reid's curiosity gnawed at him, refusing to let go. He replayed every moment, searching for clues.Seeking answers, Reid summoned Keeran, his beta."Keeran, we need to meet with our insider," Reid instructed, his tone firm."The one in Black Moon Territory?" Keeran clarified, his voice measured.Reid nodded. "Yes. We need to know what happened during that battle."Kiran departed, arranging the clandestine meeting with utmost care.Later, under the veil of

Arachne's eyes dropped, avoiding Malakai's cold gaze. She stood before him, her worn dress a reminder of her desperate circumstances. The small, dingy cottage reeked of poverty, the air thick with the smell of stale bread and desperation.Malakai's voice dripped with condescension. "You're fortunate I'm willing to take you in, Arachne. Your mother's debts are substantial." His eyes lingered on her youthful beauty, and Arachne's skin crawled. She felt like a commodity, bought and sold.Her mother handed her a small, tattered bag. "Go, child," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Arachne's heart ached, seeing the desperation in her eyes. The weight of her mother's sacrifices settled heavily on her shoulders.Malakai grasped Arachne's wrist, pulling her close. "You'll make a suitable wife," he sneered, his breath hot against her ear. Arachne's stomach churned. She knew what lay ahead – a life bound to this cruel man.As they left the cottage, Arachne caught a glimpse of her mother,