Semua Bab Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Moments later,The storm slackened as they pressed deeper into the valley, though the silence grew heavier with every step. The rain thinned to a cold mist, drifting down the fractured road like smoke, as if even the storm held its breath for what awaited them below. Lightning clawed across the horizon, each flash revealing fragments of ruin - the blackened husks of towers, the skeletons of walls long swallowed by ash, bones of a city that once was and would never be again.And among those ruins, shapes stirred causing Xander to slow his pace, chest tightening, the Alpha’s ring pressing against his skin like a shard of ice. They were waiting for him. Not ghosts, not shadows - but lycans.Golden eyes caught the lightning in scattered constellations, steady and unyielding. Their silence was not of fear but of expectation. He felt their stares as a weight, heavier than chains, heavier even than the cathedral he had left behind.Marrow halted at his side, jaw hard as stone. “They’ve gath

An hour later, Xander came back to himself in silence, though silence was never truly silent in the Veil. The air hummed faintly, like strings drawn taut beneath his skin, vibrating with a music he could not hear yet felt with every nerve. He lay sprawled on the floor, his body pressed against black stone that shifted and pulsed like muscle beneath his weight. When he pushed himself up, chains dug into his throat and chest, and only then did he remember. The storm. The lightning. Evangeline’s scream.The chain had not vanished. It coiled around him like a serpent of fire, its surface glowing with inscriptions that moved as though alive, words that rearranged themselves every time he tried to read them. It did not cut into his flesh, but it pressed deep enough that he felt its weight inside his lungs, its pulse in his veins. Each heartbeat was no longer his own; it belonged to whatever power had caught him.The chamber was narrow, domed, yet it bent strangely, as if no angle obeyed

The next day,The headquarters of the Supernatural Enforcement Bureau loomed above the city like a monolith carved from iron and intent. Black steel walls rose into the storm-lit night, every surface slick with rain, the faint hum of wards vibrating in the bones of any who drew too close. To most, it looked like a government fortress, but to those who knew the truth, the SEB was less a building and more a prison disguised as law.From the shadows of a half-flooded alley, Evangeline studied the barrier lines woven in pale blue across the structure. They shimmered faintly against her mask, wards meant to sever spell-song and sap strength from anything not quite human. The closer she leaned, the more she felt the tug in her chest, as though the magic in her veins strained against invisible chains.Beside her, Lucien cursed under his breath. “They’ve strengthened it since last time. Whatever they’re hiding in there, they don’t want it leaving.”“They don’t want us entering,” Cassius cor

An hour later,The air was heavy with iron, thick with the stench of blood... his blood. Shackled in a chair bolted to the floor, Xander’s head lolled forward, his chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths. Every nerve in his body screamed as though set aflame, but Elias Vaughn’s voice cut sharper than any whip, cruel and deliberate in its calm precision.“You wolves… you think you’re gods of flesh and fang. You believe your existence is a gift to this world.” Vaughn leaned in, eyes glinting with obsessive fire. “But I will peel that lie from your bones. And you, Xander, will confess before I’m done with you.”Xander raised his eyes slowly, his vision blurring and splitting into fragments. He tried to laugh, but it came out as a choking rasp. “Confess to something I didn’t do? That’s your style, isn’t it?” His lips cracked into a bloody smile. “Fabricating justice, because real justice isn’t enough for you.”The Elias' backhand was swift, snapping his head to the side.

At the same time,Dr. Vela Ainsworth’s dressing room smelled faintly of lavender powder and antiseptic, a chilling blend that carried the cold precision of her profession. The walls were lined with immaculate gray suits, each pressed to perfection, each identical in cut and shade, as if her very clothing was a ritual of order. A sleek vanity sat in the corner, its glass polished to such clarity that the flickering light of the single bulb seemed doubled, giving the impression of two rooms overlapping.It was here that the pack had gathered, though they did not belong in such a space. Cassius’s broad frame leaned against the wardrobe, arms folded like iron bars, eyes burning with impatience. Lucien had pulled out a chair from the vanity, turning it backward to sit with his forearms resting on its back, his expression carved from quiet calculation. Selene stood near the door, her posture deceptively relaxed but her gaze sharp, measuring the lock as if memorizing every angle of its mecha