BlissLycaon's expression shifted from amusement to something darker. "What is this?" he demanded. "The prophecy said—""Fuck the prophecy," I snarled, and my voice was layered with Kharo's Alpha tones underneath. We spoke with a single voice then, our consciousness so intertwined that there was no separation between us. Thousands of years of separation and suffering and love all compressed into two words.The connection between us reached critical mass.I felt Kharo's eyes go pure black—not wolf sight, something deeper. He could see Lycaon's essence then, the fragile threads of immortality, the cursed magic that bound him to existence, the fundamental weakness beneath the ancient power.He understood, in that moment of perfect clarity, exactly where to strike."Now," I breathed, and I pushed him forward, giving him the space to act.Kharo didn't use a weapon.Magic erupted from his hands—raw, concentrated, the combined force of Alpha power and mate bond and love so profound it rewrot
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