Semua Bab Primal Craving : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.— Antonio Gramsci.CAMELLIA We Were Having Twins.“Fucking hell!” Damien practically screamed when the woman on the screen started pushing out the baby.According to both human and supernatural doctors, I was due in about four to five months so apparently, it “wouldn’t hurt” to educate myself about birth processes.Translation: watch trauma-inducing content with friends.So there I was, seated in the living room with everyone, watching a live birth video.They called it emotional support when I asked why they wanted to watch too.But right now, all they were doing was emotionally damaging me.“I’m going to be sick,” Alanna gagged when the doctor reached in and helped pull the baby’s head free. It was slick, red, and glistening in a way no head should ever be.“Damn, and Lucien’s head is big enough for one baby. Imagine pushing out two of that,” Rowan said, still munching on chips like this w

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized.— Chuck Palahniuk.LUCIEN It was difficult.I was sincerely struggling to remain calm for my pack and for my mate.“What do you think of the name Aria and Aurora if they’re girls?” Camellia asked from where she lay on the bed, sifting through the magazines my mom had dumped on her, apparently containing everything she needed to know about newborns.“Yeah, that’s fine,” I responded quickly, my eyes still glued to the live footage of the forest from the newly installed cameras.The creature Nyla and Alaric brought in was a living abomination.According to the tests done on the severed head, it carried the DNA of nearly every supernatural species known to exist.It was part vampire, part wolf, part witch… and even carried traces of Leviathan — a being thought extinct for over a millennium.But that wasn't the crazy part.The vessels in the creature’s head seemed to be fighting themselves like the DNA inside was poison, burning

Every gift, however small, is a pact with the devil.—Old German proverb.NADIRAI didn’t mean for it to go this far.Deep down, I still believe I did what I had to do, even if it damned me.“Nadira the Deliverer summons you,” one of his creatures rasped.I paused mid-task, my hands slick with red-stained water as I scrubbed the temple floor.The smell of old blood never left, no matter how many times I cleaned. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to. Maybe it was meant to remind me.I sighed, squeezing the damp cloth. “What does he want this time?”I did it for Lucien.Everything I have ever done.Every sin, every lie was for my boy.I only made a deal with the devil so I could free him from his father’s shadow.I only wanted the monster I once called a mate out of our lives, no matter the cost.And now the cost has a face. It wears my son’s eyes.I remember the day I came across Matthias.Lucien’s father had beaten him so badly that I could barely recognize my own child while I just stood the

The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war.— Desiderius Erasmus.DARIUS I was supposed to be enjoying this peace, right?Weeks had passed without a single scream splitting the night, without Lucien’s pack stirring chaos on my borders.The wolves under me had started to breathe easier, training without urgency, laughing more.They thought this quiet was a reward.But to me? It felt like a countdown.Every Alpha knows peace never lasts , it only sharpens the blade for the next cut.The reports on Raven Howl matters still sat unopened on my desk, their wax seals mocking me each time I passed by.I told myself I’d get to them when I was ready but that was a lie.The truth was, I’d been avoiding them. Avoiding the pull back into the politics, bloodlines, and betrayal I’d worked too hard to detach from.Yet, sitting still wasn’t in my nature. And the silence… was starting to sound a lot like guilt.“Two more miles!” I barked at the warriors.They groaned but still

Waiting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.— Paulo Coelho.LUCIEN I was covered in blood.Her blood.I’d seen blood before. Spilled it. Cleaned it off without blinking.But this?This was hers, clinging to my palms like a curse I couldn’t wash away.“Let me in!” I slammed my fist against the door of the pack infirmary, hard enough to make the frame rattle.The small window at the top was fogged, streaked red from the inside. I couldn’t even see her face, just the blur of movement, the flash of hands, and the blood.So much blood.“Lucien!”I didn’t even hear Rowan approach until he grabbed me from behind, arms locking around my chest, yanking me away from the door.My body fought him on instinct, my heart hammering like it was trying to tear through my ribs.“R–Rowan…” My voice broke.I turned toward him and I hated how my words stumbled over each other, thick with panic.“Thank the gods you’re here. They—they won’t let me in.”He tried to stead