Chapter 51

Killain’s POVMore.Deeper.Mine.The words ricochet in my skull as Ragnar sinks his canines deeper, his jaw locked, his body trembling with something more than just possession. A primal urge—dark, twisted, insatiable—breeds in his bones.He's never been this way before. He despises she-wolves. Their scents repulse him, their touch is filth.Especially after her.But this one?He’s different with her. His rage is not just rage—it’s something sick, possessive, obsessive. And I know why. That sight. That fucking sight.Her, helpless beneath those vermin. Their filthy, lecherous eyes eating her up like prey.She was supposed to be mine.Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Mine.So I let Ragnar have his way. Let him claim her in the only way that matters. Let him ruin her so she remembers who she belongs to.But then—She goes still.Her white fur, once untouched, is now tainted. Blood-red. Her body limp.I feel the first twinge of something unpleasant crawl into my gut."Ragnar, enough."A de

Last Updated : 2025-04-02

Chapter 52

Eve’s POVThe streets of the pack buzzed around me—merchants haggling, children chasing each other through puddles, the scent of roasted meats wafting from open stalls.Life moved on, oblivious to the storm raging in my chest.I kept my head down, the shawl wound tightly around my face and throat, shielding my identity. No one looked twice at me.Good.I wasn’t in the mood for eyes, for whispers.My fingers trembled as they ghosted up to my neck, brushing the edge of the scarf. Beneath it, hidden from the world, his mark throbbed faintly, like a cursed brand burned into my very soul.My skin was rough there now—scarred, claimed.It had been a week.Seven full days since Killain's wolf had sunk his teeth into my flesh, chaining my fate to his without permission, without tenderness.I shivered, unwanted memories clawing up my spine:His silver eyes still haunted me—sharp enough to slice skin, burning with a rage and possessiveness that made my entire body shiver even now.No matter how

Last Updated : 2025-04-26

Chapter 53

He blinks—once, twice—like he’s trying to convince himself he heard me wrong. A flicker of sorrow dances across his eyes, but it vanishes too quickly, buried beneath a mask of a smile that doesn’t reach his soul.“Well, that’s… great. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. God, I was so stupid. You must love him, and I—”Before he can finish, my trembling hands reach for his. Frail. Hesitant. But desperate.He freezes. His eyes snap up to mine, reading something in my silence that makes his breath hitch.I swallow hard. I can’t lie to him—not him. He deserves to know the truth, even if it ruins everything.“Our marriage… it wasn’t like the others. I…”His brows pull together, and he takes a cautious step closer. “What do you mean, Eve?”I retract my hands and avert my gaze. Shame clings to me like a second skin.“I didn’t have a choice. He—”His voice cuts in, sharp and protective. “Did he force you? Who is he? Tell me his name—I swear I’ll—”There’s fire in his eyes, the kind that makes your k

Last Updated : 2025-05-03

Chapter 54

Eve’s PoVI stand on the windowsill, staring at the lights below, but my mind was lost. Consumed by memories of his words.“I’ve waited twenty-seven years to find you. What’s a little more?”“Especially when it means I get to talk to you. See you. Be near you.”“I don’t want to be someone who adds to your burden. I want to be the reason you smile. The reason you breathe easier. If he hurts you, let me be your bandage. If he makes you feel small, I’ll remind you how extraordinary you are.”“You deserve the best, Eve. And I’ll be the best. Just wait and see.”No one has ever said something like this to me before. No one had made me feel so worthy. Tears sting my eyes and I gulp. Zane made me feel wanted, deserving—when this world had always shunned me, closed its doors on my face like I was some kind of curse that never should’ve been born.I was smiling to myself, my heart was thudding like a war drum.I guess this is what they mean when they talk about having feelings for someone.Not

Last Updated : 2025-05-05

Chapter 55

My footsteps echoed through the hallway like war drums. Each step a threat. Each breath a promise.My hands were stained. Still damp. Still warm.Blood had dried beneath my fingernails—rogue blood. The walls back there were painted in it. My boots made squelching sounds when I walked out of their den, coated in organs and screams.I hadn’t fought. I had slaughtered.They thought they could hide.I hunted.They thought they could beg.I silenced.Now all that’s left is the quiet inside my skull. That damn ringing silence when there’s nothing left to kill.But I was still angry.No, not angry—hollow. And that’s worse.The council had drained what little patience I had left with their whining. Old men with fat hands and fragile pride. I should’ve snapped their necks and called it a day. Only reason I didn’t is because corpses don’t vote.I passed the mirror in the corridor. My reflection looked like it belonged in a morgue.Dead eyes. Blood on white.I looked like vengeance personified.

Last Updated : 2025-05-11

Chapter 56

My threat does little to scare her. She sighs. And looks at me like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. “Fine. You can bleed to death for all I care.” There it was. That fiesty side—the fire my demons danced to. That sharp tongue that made the beast in me purr. A smirk curls my lips as I drop my head lower, deliberately brushing my blood-smeared cheek against hers. I was aware of every tremble in her limbs. Her knees pressed together like a locked gate. Her heart pounding like it wanted to escape her chest. And her arousal dripping down her thighs like a confession she couldn’t swallow. Satisfied, I pull back to admire her. She looked like something out of a fever dream. Beautiful. Bleeding. Branded in red. She notices the blood on her cheek—my blood—and the wrinkle in her forehead tells me it bothers her. “Sadistic. Are we?” She quips, brow raised like she’s untouchable. And my beast howls in approval. “Only for you.” No more waiting. No more preten