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The silence in the cursed grove felt heavier than ever.Imogene stared at Garrick like he had just ripped the ground open. Elira’s breath came out in a hard, shaky puff. Neither of them could speak for a long moment. Not even a whisper. The air between them burned with disbelief, betrayal, and raw tension.Garrick, now standing, crossed his arms and leaned against the hard wall. “It’s her,” he repeated. “Freya is my daughter. Eleanor’s daughter.”Elira blinked, her lips trembling. “You told us she died. You said the baby didn’t make it.” She repeated.“I had to,” Garrick said, voice rough.“Doesn’t change the fact that you LIED!” Imogene screamed suddenly, shoving back her chair so hard it scraped across the stone floor. “You let us bury an empty grave. You let us suffer, thinking our sister’s child didn’t even get a chance to breathe!”“I kept her alive!” Garrick growled. “I protected her. I raised her hidden from both worlds so she wouldn’t be hunted like Eleanor was!”Elira stepped

It was late evening and Alpha Torin was now far asleep in bed, his breathing slow, calm and almost too still for someone who had barely recovered from the violent rupture of his inner beast. Freya sat beside him, eyes roving across his features. Sleep had softened the harshness of his face, the carved jaw unclenched, the furrow between his brows erased as though peace had returned, even if briefly. His features were worth staring at forever. He was that good-looking. Even in his sleep, he looked impeccable.But she couldn’t sleep.Her thoughts were elsewhere, wound tightly around the scroll.That scroll.Silently, she slid off the bed and crossed the chamber, her steps light. The scroll lay hidden beneath the lamp where she had tucked it hours ago. She reached for it and unrolled it again, her eyes searching the same cryptic lines she had read a dozen times.“The trio twins must unite.”“The product of Seraneth must mate the product of Zalkhar.”A chill skated down her spine again no

The bite glowed red first, then white, before settling into a brilliant gold that pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.Freya cried out, but it wasn’t in pain, but in overwhelming bliss. Her power spiked, rising uncontrollably. And with trembling hands, she lifted his chin and leaned to the same place she had marked him once before.She bit down. And marked him again.The exact spot shimmered violently, illuminating with runes neither of them could read. A wave of ancient magic exploded through the room, knocking over a vase, shuddering the bed frame, and then settling in a glowing pulse around them—two marks, now sealed as one.They gasped, both shaken, both transformed. The bond between them wasn’t just renewed, it was reforged.And it was unbreakable.Their bodies finally slowed. The pace became softer, lingering, until they collapsed into each other, covered in sweat, skin flushed, hearts beating in perfect sync. He held her like she was the only anchor he had left in t

Caleb sat in front of the fireplace in his living room, the fire lighting up his pretty but masculine facials. The light wounds he got from Torin’s attack had healed fast already. But he couldn’t shake his mind away from what happened earlier.He had lost Penelope once, and it couldn’t be coincidental that the same face happened to be under his nose once again. Maybe Torin was meant to mate her at first to regulate whatever curse had struck the supernatural universe but it wasn’t coincidental that someone who had the same face as his ex lover came to him again. It was just a matter of shock at first, then gradually, he started to grow fond of her. He had even did a background check to know if something was fishy somewhere but he wasn’t able to get answers. He had decided to move on and just see Freya as another individual but the feeling gradually grew.He didn’t plan to confess to her earlier but he wasn’t able to mask his jealousy anymore. Not when everyone in the pack could feel T

Freya had meant to do this ever since Torin first announced to the pack that she was his chosen mate. Between preparing for the Trial of Roars and navigating the shifting undercurrents of distrust in the packhouse, time had slipped past her. But this morning, she woke up determined.The memory of Kiera’s kindness during her darkest days as a slave in Twilight Pack still lived vivid in her heart. While the others had looked at her with contempt or disgust, Kiera had dared to offer her support, to whisper kindness in the cold hallways when no one else did. That kind of loyalty deserved more than memory, it deserved elevation.The air in the omega quarters was heavy with silence when Freya stepped into the area. Her eyes were searching, tryinh to remember Kiera’s room. Her presence drew every head, but what stunned her most was not the glances—it was the sudden drop of heads. Lenora, the smug older blonde who used to scoff at her rags, bowed. Merilyn, who once spilled cleaning water on h