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SEVENTY ONE

I flee into the woods, into solitude, gasping for air. My back burns. My invisible scars blaze like fire. My chest aches worse than the wounds. I thought I was fine. I thought I was fine. But one encounter, and the illusion shatters. He reminds me exactly why I’m here. Why I can never forgive. Why revenge is the only path left. Leaning against a tree, I slide down, nails clawing at the bark. Ezra’s voice is faint, distant, as though I’m underwater. “It hurts…” I gasp, body shuddering. “Someone… please… help…” The world tilts. My eyes roll back. The last thing I sense is the faintest trace of roses and ice—sharp, clean, unmistakable—and the gleam of red eyes before the dark swallows me whole. - “Please…” I beg, my voice breaking. “Someone help me. Don’t let them do this!” Branches tear at my dress as I stumble through the woods, barefoot, bleeding, blind with terror. The cold bites, the moon mocks me with its brightness, and yet I can barely see beyond the blur of my tears and

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

SEVENTY TWO

After that day, life slipped into a subtle rhythm. Training, classes, whispers of danger that never quite reached me directly. Weeks drifted by until, almost suddenly, it was time for Roman’s banquet at the Vayne Residence in Veldora. But this was no ordinary celebration. On the surface, it was a glittering birthday party in honor of Roman Vayne, heir to one of the most powerful Alpha lineages. However because of the recent events from the rogues, Aithon and the disastrous Alpha games, it doubled as something far more crucial, a summit. The leading Pack Alphas from across the states were gathering, each expected to carry news and decisions back to the lesser Alphas in their regions. A party disguised as diplomacy, or diplomacy wrapped neatly in champagne and chandeliers. ‘It is a smart idea,’ Ezra had murmured the night Aunt Irene explained it to me. And he was right—what better way to mask the scent of strategy than with perfume and music? “It’s the first party you’ve gone to i

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

SEVENTY THREE

Inside, the mansion was no less magnificent. Gleaming marble floors stretched beneath our feet, the veins of silver and green in the stone catching every flicker of light. Portraits of Vayne ancestors lined the walls—stern eyes that seemed to watch every guest pass. Crystal chandeliers spilled light like waterfalls from the vaulted ceiling, and the scent of roses and wine lingered in the air. At the end of the corridor, two gilded double doors stood open, spilling laughter and music into the hall. We paused there. Aunt Irene fussed with my collar, even though I knew it sat perfectly. Her hand brushed through my hair as if rearranging a strand that wasn’t out of place. “Are you nervous?” I bent slightly to whisper. Even in her heels, I still had an inch or two on her. “For you? Yes.” she said softly, straightening the nonexistent flaw. “Make sure you mingle. But if you need anything, link me.” I know she dabbled with the idea of whether it was safe to bring me. What if someone reco

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

SEVENTY FOUR

It was supposed to be a fun party. Drinks, dances, and laughter… Yes. That’s what I thought. What we all thought. So why is my dress drenched in Roman’s blood? Why is he dying in my arms? - EARLIER THAT NIGHT The golden double doors creaked open and a man in a pristine white uniform marched through with military precision. His voice boomed through the hall, silencing chatter in an instant. “Attention! Introducing… the Vaynes. Alpha Roderick Vayne and his son, Alpha Roman Vayne.” The announcement echoed like a decree. The doors swung wide, and light from the chandeliers above spilled across the threshold in a flood of gold. Father and son stood there, backlit as if carved from legend, every inch of them radiating authority that made the air thrum. They stepped forward. Roderick Vayne was the older, sharper reflection of his son. Both bore the same ink-black hair that seemed to devour light, the same pale, sculpted features that looked cold enough to cut, and those infamous

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

SEVENTY FIVE

The answering roar shook the chandeliers. “To the greatness of the werewolves!”The music swells again, violins and soft percussion filling the glittering hall as the festivities resume. Conversation blooms like wildfire, glasses clink, and laughter ripples across the marble floors.When his father steps away, Roman is immediately engulfed. A swarm of guests closes in around him, elders with sharp gazes, young heirs with restless energy, and women drawn like moths to fire. Questions fly in from every direction, ranging from his hunting achievements to academy life… even to his love life.Roman answers them all with disarming ease, his smile polite yet warm. With the older Alphas, he speaks with the steadiness of someone far beyond his years. With the younger ones, he relaxes, matching their eagerness without ever lowering himself. It’s a balancing act, flawless and natural. Admirable… enviable.And then I see her.A woman steps closer than the rest, a blonde with hair cascading like s

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

SEVENTY SIX

My head snaps up. What is wrong?! A drunk enchanter stumbled past, his body haloed by floating magic circles that wavered with every sway of his steps. He was completely out of it, mumbling nonsense as he bumped into a passing server, nearly sending another tray of glasses to the floor. I rolled my eyes and looked away. “People sure don’t know how to act these days,” I muttered, pushing back from the table. “Where are you going?” Darien asked without looking up. “I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.” “Oh no,” he said with mock solemnity. “If we were in a more public setting, I’d have to ask… Which one?” It took me a second. Then I barked out a laugh. “Haha, nice one.” “Take your time. I’ll be here.” He waved me off, still scrolling through his phone like he had all the patience in the world. After getting directions from a server, I slipped into one of the rooms along the left wing of the mansion. “You seem like you’re having fun.” Ezra’s black flame flickered into existen

Last Updated : 2025-08-30

SEVENTY SEVEN

I am so going to get an earful. Dragging the door open, I barely had time to breathe before Aunt Irene’s eyes landed on Darien behind me. “Before you say or do anything,” I rushed out, hands raised in surrender, “let me explain.” - “And you didn’t tell me,” she said after my stumbling explanation, voice clipped, “because you thought I’d drag you home and make you abandon the certificate.” I nodded, sheepish. She exhaled slowly, then turned her gaze on Darien. He sat like a student in the principal’s office, but somehow, somehow, still carried the air of someone in charge. His posture was loose, deliberate. Unbothered. “And what’s your reason,” Aunt Irene asked coldly, “for not turning her over to the academy authorities? Or blackmailing us?” Darien lifted a shoulder in an easy shrug. “I have money.” “I have more.” Her tone was flat, dangerous. For the first time, his composure shifted ever so slightly. But then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, that sly smile tugging a

Last Updated : 2025-08-31

SEVENTY EIGHT

“I won’t stay in the hall too long,” I murmur aloud. “Being mindful of people all night would be exhausting.” “It’s fine,” Aunt Irene says with a dismissive wave, already gathering the remnants of her tools into a bag along with my previous clothes. “As long as you don’t stay hidden away in here by yourself, I don’t mind.” Her gaze lingers on me a moment longer before she turns and slips out the door. I glance at Darien. He’s already watching me, a half-smile on his lips, and when he offers his hand, I take it without hesitation. His palm is warm, steady. Tonight… I’m going to enjoy myself. Without fear. Without a care. As we step back into the main hall, stares follow us immediately. Aunt disappears to find a staff member to deliver her bag to the car, while Darien and I reenter the swirl of the party. The atmosphere has shifted—most of the senior Alphas have vanished into their summit, leaving the hall lighter, buzzing with youth, betas, and spouses. Laughter rises above the m

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

SEVENTY NINE

My head spins. My chest seizes. All I can see is red, all I can hear is the rush of blood in my ears. Blood. Blood. Blood. He’s dying. Roman is dying. My mate is dying. My wolf erupts inside me, feral and grief-stricken. A strangled cry claws its way out of my throat. Only when I turn do I notice the bodies, seven of them. Two dawn mage uniforms, the rest in assassin black, sprawled lifeless on the ground. Roman had taken them all down. Alone. And paid for it with this. “Roman,” I choke, bringing my trembling hand to his cheek. His skin is like ice, his breaths shallow, ragged. The veins crawl faster, racing toward his brain. “I-I haven’t healed anyone before,” I sob, “I tried. I’ve been trying… it didn’t work. Ezra—Ezra, is he going to die?” Ezra’s flame bursts into being beside me, bigger and brighter than ever. His voice is firm. “Eldora, you can do this. Try.” My whole body shakes. My heart claws against my ribs. I place my palm against Roman’s chest. Even in unconscious

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

EIGHTY

ROMAN’S POVMy phone lights up with a notification beside me.I glance at it, then return to my game. Maybe after this level, I’ll get back to whoever that is. Dad only calls me anyway.My team is up against the final boss on level 150. We’ve been grinding for an hour to get here, but the dragon doesn’t look like it’ll let us have our way anytime soon. Every spell, every advance, it counters with brutal precision.How do you defeat an enemy stronger than you are?Dragons, even in fiction, are the embodiment of overwhelming strength. Whoever designed this game made sure to keep it as painfully realistic as possible.An hour drags by before the team finally decides to quit. They do all the talking, and I let them. With a sigh, I set my controller down and pick up my phone. I am about to google how to kill a dragon when the earlier notification catches my eye again.Meet me at xxx xxxx xxx.“Now, who could this be?” I murmur.A quick search through the academy’s system reveals the number

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

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