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The rain had now slowed to drizzles but the wind was wild. It tugged at Freya’s damp hair as she ran with no destination in mind. Her naked form was chilled, legs trembling with exhaustion.Her thighs still throbbed with the ache of what they’d done…raw, primal, and maddeningly irreversible.She didn’t remember leaving the vault. Only that something had pulled her out like an ancient supernatural force. The glass window had shattered around her as she leapt, and miraculously, she sustained no injury. Perhaps because it wasn’t ‘Freya’ who jumped.It was the beast.And now, that beast wouldn’t sleep. She felt so cold and strange like she wasn’t in her own body. Everything around her felt small. First, it was the intense unbearable need to be claimed by the Alpha, and she had given in, mated, and marked him. Then the transformation, the burning light in her blood. And now her feelings of confusion, regret, and fear. Had she ruined everything? Had she betrayed her mission?‘You were supp

“You must leave it. You have to step down from Alpha seat until the curse is severed. The throne was blessed to carry untainted Alpha bloodlines. Now, it’s tainted. Your bond to Freya could doom every soul tied to your rule.”“You’re asking me to forfeit my title?” His voice was low, dangerous, and almost unbelievable.“I’m asking you to protect your people,” Elira said. “You’ve already seen what she’s capable of. Her power surged from the vault and she broke out. “You mated with power you don’t understand, and now it will demand payment.”Torin’s chest heaved, fury and confusion battling for dominance. This was way heavier than what he thought he could deal with. “If I refuse?”“Then what you saw last night will be nothing. The pain will spread. Beasts from the Ruined Borderlands will scent the curse and come. You’ll be defending a crumbling throne, bathed in your people’s blood.”Silence reigned, broken only by the crackle of the hearth nearby.Elira bowed her head, murmuring softl

“No…” Alpha Torin said in disbelief as he staggered back, his heart pounding so hard it hurts. Freya felt an intense pain tore through her. Air blew fervently around them. Both her eyes and his, glowed gold at the same time.“Is…is this what it feels like to reject a mate?” Freya’s question was directed at Imogene as she fumbled to maintain a rigid stance. “Yes, it is. You will be fine, powerful one.” Imogene replied, her voice one of satisfaction.The black cat’s mewing became more frantic, echoing through the clearing but no one paid attention to it.A surge of power blew through the clearing like a cyclone, lifting leaves, snapping branches, and sending Elira sprawling to the ground. The bond—Torin’s bond to Freya—ripped apart inside him, leaving only pain and cold.All Torin could do was fall to his knees.His claws retracted uselessly into his palms. A dull ache pulsed at the center of his chest, deeper than bone, deeper than muscle. It was soul-wrenching.Elira knelt beside him

He felt a suffocating void where he should feel his pack members. That electric thrum that tied him to hundreds of wolves with instinct deeper than speech was gone.It was like the sudden loss of a heartbeat.His chest rose in ragged gasps, sweat slicking his back as he clawed at the earth, eyes wide with disbelief. He didn’t know when he collapsed into the grass on the wood. During his short death period, he had a dream where a voice spoke from a bright light, telling him he needs to die to lift the curse off his pack members or what was worse than death would happen to the world.Alpha Torin woke up with a start, panicking. It was already morning but it was still very early because the sun was barely out.He felt like a loser to have been here all night instead of being there for his pack members who were in pains because of the drastic mistake he made.To confirm what was happening, he forced his weak body up from the grass and returned to the packhouse. He almost crumbled at the s

It was time.The sacred chamber felt like a trap the moment Freya stepped into it. Blue fire flickered from tall candles that circled the altar, strange glows on the stone carvings beneath her feet. There were other seven witches surrounding them, their faces covered with black garments, candles in their hands.Freya stood still, dressed in only a soft strip of cloth wrapped around her chest and another around her hips. Her succulent tanned skin was bare, oiled and warm, slick with the herbs rubbed into her by Elira’s hands before this very moment. Every part of her had been touched, coated, and prepared to receive a bond she never asked for.Elira's fingers moved down her back now, smoothing the oil along her spine. Her touch was calm, like she was brushing over an object instead of a person. “You must be still,” she said softly. “You cannot fight it. The bond will only hold if you submit fully.”Freya said nothing.She didn’t need to answer. Her plan was already sealed inside her.