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AURORA'S POV Damion’s arms wrapped tightly around me, his lips trailing down my neck, branding me with a passion so fierce it almost burned away my guilt. Almost.I melted into him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, my breath hitching as his kisses deepened. But no matter how desperately I wanted to stay in this moment, my mind refused to stay still. Images of the battle flashed like lightning behind my eyelids—Volak’s twisted sneer before I struck the final blow, his monstrous beast plummeting lifeless from the skies, and my mind trailed back to the chains of the other creatures snapping as I set them free from Velmoria’s cruel rule.I had done what I believed was right… yet with each kiss Damion gave me, the weight of the secret I carried grew heavier.I needed to tell him.“Damion…” My voice trembled as I pulled back slightly, searching his eyes. “There’s something I—”A sharp voice cut through the air, silencing me.“A lie rests on her tongue,” Alpha Caesar announced, his ton

AURORA’S POVThe sting from Sera’s claws burned across my cheek, the warm trickle of blood trailing down my face. My vision blurred with rage, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.Damion growled behind me, a guttural, feral sound that shook the stone walls of the throne room. His wolf was pushing to the surface, his body trembling with barely restrained violence.“Aurora,” he snarled, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Step back. If she touches you again, I’ll rip her throat out.”“No,” I hissed, pushing his hands away. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. I wouldn’t hide behind Damion—not tonight. Not after everything we’d been through.Sera’s lips curved into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she waved the scroll in the air. The parchment pulsed with dark magic, runes glowing faintly along the edges.“You think your little mating ritual changes anything?” she spat. “This isn’t about love. It’s about power. And by the ancient laws,

Aurora’s POVThe battlefield was chaos. Wolves tore into each other, shadows slithered across the stones like living nightmares, and the castle walls shook from the force of the fight. Blood soaked the ground beneath my feet. The air stank of death and smoke.I clawed my way through Caleb’s shadow beasts, slashing and kicking, my body screaming in pain. My chest burned with every breath, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.Caleb was in front of me, his black eyes glowing. He moved like lightning, striking again and again.“You belong to me, Aurora!” he shouted, his voice carrying over the battle. “Come back to me, and I’ll spare them all!”“Never!” I spat, striking at him with all my strength. My claws raked across his chest, but he didn’t even flinch. “I will never be yours. Not now. Not ever!”His mouth curved into a twisted grin. “Then you’ve chosen death.”Before I could move, Caleb caught my throat in one hand and slammed me to the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of me.“NO!

Aurora's POVThe moment we crossed into Velmoria’s heart, a deafening blast of trumpets rang out, rattling through the black spires and hollow streets. The sound wasn’t celebratory—it was haunting, sharp and cold, like a warning meant to claw straight into my bones.My stomach twisted as Caleb’s monstrous army erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a sickening roar. They called my name, chanting it like I was some sort of prize they had won.Caleb’s stallion came to a halt before the massive gates of the fortress. He gripped me tightly, then shoved me off his lap as if I were nothing more than garbage. I stumbled forward, my knees hitting the cold, cracked stones with a painful thud.“Up,” he barked, yanking me to my feet by my arm. His claws dug into my skin, sharp enough to draw blood.I glared at him but didn’t speak. My silence only seemed to amuse him more.He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear. “You fought well, little mate,” he mocked, his voice dripping

Aurora’s POVMy hands traced on the painting, it's old paint barely scrapping off. "What's your story mom?" I whispered silently."What do you want to tell me?!" A bit more loud this time.I had a feeling that the visions meant something, maybe just maybe... I'd get some answers about who I am.I attended to summon the moon goddess, gathering the little magic I could feel inside me."Agatha, moon goddess, help me know who I am."But there was a cold silence, the magic sizzling through my veins.Black liquid imprinted on my veins, it sent a shiver down my spine.I didn’t go back to the throne. I didn’t sit in that cursed room or bow to Caleb. My bare feet carried me silently along the castle walls, every stone cold beneath them. The Velmoria wind cut through me, sharp and unrelenting, but I barely noticed.The whispers came first. Faint at first, then louder, curling around my mind like smoke. Voices I didn’t recognize, yet somehow knew. Stories. Names. Betrayals. Blood.I froze as t