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LUCIAN BLACKTHORNLast night with Ayla would have been wonderful. The memory of my lips on every part of her body, giving her so much pleasure would have been perfect only if I wasn't helping her deal with the pain of betrayal caused by a mate. A fucking mate. This was insane. Completely unheard of.It was impossible for any wolf to have two mates at the same time, the only exception would have been a second chance mate, but that wasn't even the situation. Ayla had a mate. One she recognized, and could feel the bond with. That was what pissed me off the most. I had thought it was because of her lack of a wolf she couldn't feel the mate bond between us, but that wasn't the case, it was because she felt it with someone else. A scorching anger burned through Nero and me as we headed to the witches’ quarters with Ayla. This couldn't go on, I wouldn't let it. Whatever mistake the goddess had made, I'd have to rectify it. There was no way in fucking hell I'd share Ayla with anyone. She wa

AYLA BAILORE I was glad Ethan didn't try to stop me, he wouldn't have been successful even if he tried. There was no way I'd stay back, knowing full well Lucian was in horrible condition. I leaned back into the leather seats of the car that had been sent to fetch us by Dane from the Silver Mist Pack, thank the goddess we were almost there. It could have taken hours before we reached the South, but thankfully, Triss had used her magic to transport us to somewhere in the South she'd been families with. India what are you doing there I glanced out the window, lost in my own thoughts as I counted down to the minutes before the car crossed the Silver Mist territory and pulled in front of what seemed like the Packhouse. Two men along with Marilyn were waiting for us in front of the Packhouse as Triss, Yenn, and I, stepped out of the vehicle. The two men lowered their heads to us in a respectful bow as we ambled closer. “My queen, I'm Alpha Rowan and this is my Beta, Van,” The dark-haire

LUCIAN BLACKTHORN It was nighttime, and the Council meeting at the Court had lasted longer. To be honest, I was glad I hadn't canceled. The grand hall in the Supreme Court was packed with almost every Council member from the North and South, and few representatives were present from the West as well. The news of what had happened to me in the Silver Mist Pack had spread like wildfire, but I had expected it. Some were genuinely concerned, and some hid their sinister intentions under the cloud of fake words and concern. We were united as a Court, but that didn't delude me into thinking every one of them had my best interest in mind. And frankly, I had my own suspicion that we may have a few traitors in our midst whose loyalty had been pledged to my stepbrother, Reagan. Sadly they were just unfounded suspicions just like the rumors of my supposed ill health would remain unfounded. I shook from my thoughts, tuning in on what Frangilla was saying. We'd all agreed that the witches should

AYLA BAILORE I heard it again. Emily's painful scream. It was deafening, full of agony and a desperate plea to find her soon. That howl from her has tormented me for several long days. I was failing her, and worse, I didn't know what to do. Triss had attempted spells every day to locate my sister, but it just didn't work. The Grishan magic on her was powerful, almost as powerful as an entire coven. “Ayla heads up!” Adeline yell pierced through my mind, and I snapped out of my thoughts luckily just in time to block the blade that was already aiming at me, but unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough, its sharp edge had cut right through the side of my left arm. “Goddess!” Adeline called, shoving her other blade into the blade holster strapped to her calf as she rushed to me. “Are you okay?” Adriana perked up from under the tree shade she'd be casually leaning against, her attention just like her sister, Lauren was on me. “I'm fine,” I dusted the dirt from the ground off my dress. “I ju

AYLA BAILOREI was still frozen in shock. Absolute, petrified shock. And I was almost starting to believe I had misheard Triss when Lucian got up from his seat.“What do you mean doesn't exist?” Lucian came to stand next to me. For the first time in my life, I recognized the mask of confusion and something else in his gaze.Triss took a deep inhale, and her worried gaze flicked over to me. “The result from my spell using Ayla's blood and hair strand says Ayla doesn't exist. It means she's dead. Or supposed to be, or probably is,”“Then something must have gone wrong with the spell or something. Ayla's right here, alive. She has a fucking heartbeat. Unless I'm mated to a fucking ghost, something must have gone wrong with the spell,” Lucian's voice kept rising dangerously at each word. He was completely losing it, but he was directing his anger at the wrong person. It wasn't Triss' fault the result came back that way.I willed my legs to move closer to him, placing my hand on his arm. T