Chapter Sixty-Two: Tangled FuryDamon POV:The atmosphere in my study is charged, like the air before a storm, heavy with unsaid curses and the weight of our silent rage. Two days. Two goddamn fucking days since Phera vanished, and here we are, powerless, furious, and frayed at the edges.Axel paces like a caged beast, his usual calm nowhere in sight. "This is bullshit," he spits out, the words sharp, a raw edge to his usually controlled tone. "She's out there, and we're stuck in this damn loop of helplessness!"Zane's at the window, staring into the distance, his quiet more unnerving than any string of curses. When he turns, the storm in his eyes is enough to make me tighten my grip on the chair."We’re not just sitting ducks," he growls, "We’ll tear this world apart brick by brick if we have to."I can't sit still; the energy in the room is a living thing, feeding off our shared frustration. "And as if Phera’s disappearance wasn’t enough," I add, slamming a fist down on the table,

Chapter Sixty-Four: EndurancePhera POV:The room is cold and dim, the only light a sliver that slips through a crack above me. I hang from the ceiling, suspended by ropes soaked in wolfsbane, each thread seeping its venom into my skin, burning every inch they touch. My feet barely graze the damp floor, my body strained and suspended in a cruel parody of flight. Every moment is a battle against the pain that tracks my body. I’ve endured beatings that left me gasping for breath, each blow a stark reminder of my helplessness in this dark place. I’m sure I have a couple of broken ribs and because of the fucking wolfbane in my system I’m not healing as quick. I may as well be human at this point. The bruises on my skin are a spectrum of pain, blooming in purples and blacks, a visible testament to the cruelty I’ve faced.Above my heart, a reminder of how close I’ve come to death—a steel rod impaled just centimetres from my vital artery, left there by my captors as a brutal warning of my p

Chapter Sixty-Six:: Agonising WaitDamon POV: It's been an excruciating three days since we bowed to the Alpha King's demands, each moment stretched taut with tension and the echo of Phera's pain that haunts us ceaselessly. Axel, Zane, and I can barely fucking function, the connection through our mate bond transmitting waves of agony that cut deep into our souls. We know, with a sinking dread, that the torment we feel is but a shadow of the brutality Phera is enduring.Fuck! We have failed her in every turn of her life. Will we ever be worth her? Every surge of pain that washes over us drains the colour from our faces, a grim reminder of our helplessness in the face of her suffering. It's a sharp, piercing reminder that she is out there, somewhere, facing unimaginable horrors alone. The thought is unbearable, a sharp thorn in our hearts that we can neither remove nor ignore.Amidst this personal torment, the Alpha King’s trackers scour the land, their efforts a constant buzz in the b

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Shadows of TreacheryOne Hour Before the explosion Phera POV: The stale air of the dungeon chills me to the bone as I hang from the ropes, each moment stretching endlessly with pain and dread. The door grinds open, and Rex strides in, his presence like a dark cloud filling the small, grim space. His eyes lock onto mine, gleaming with a malicious pleasure that sends a shiver down my spine."Guess what, darling? Your beloved mates are on their way here," Rex announces, a smirk playing on his lips. The initial shock gives way to a fleeting surge of hope—maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance for escape, a chance to be saved. But as Rex continues, that hope is quickly smothered by a growing sense of horror."Oh, but don’t get too excited. They’re walking right into a meticulously laid trap. I’ve set a little surprise for them—the kind that goes boom."My heart sinks as he details his plan with relish, each word more sinister than the last."Here’s the fun part," he say