All Chapters of Fated To The Golden-Eyed Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV It was 1 hour past noon before a movement caught my eye.Aquamarine.Again.From the workshop to the far hallway.Then back again.At first, I thought she was just restless. Maybe trying to distract herself. Then Katherine joined her. They spoke for a while in front of my workshop till Katherine eventually left.“She’s been… quiet lately,” I muttered, eyes locked on the stained-glass window. “More than usual.”She wasn’t avoiding me, not exactly. But the shift was there. “So you can notice something like that?" Levi asked, but I could hear the mockery underneath.“How could I not?” I replied. “She barely speaks to me unless I initiate it. Skipped breakfast. Lost in thought.”She stopped asking questions. She stopped being interested in the things around her. Not even the things I knew got her excited anymore.Aquamarine was changing and I didn't like it.But I couldn’t tell if it was because of me or because of something else. Me. Did I scare her that much be

PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POVMy wolf was the first to notice.He wasn’t growling anymore. He was... bowing.Yielding.And then I felt it.The pull. Not pain. Not even fear. Something older. Something sacred. My breath caught as her voice echoed back in my skull like a whisper branded into my flesh:It was like time itself had cracked apart.The corridor was frozen. Elders locked in place. Levi half-turned. Juliet mid-breath. The Core Fang still pulsing in Aquamarine’s shaking hands.And then me. Trapped inside my own skin.Time had obeyed.We all had.And now that her words faded, everything slowly began to move again, but the air didn’t change. Because I knew what just happened. My heart slammed against my ribs. My claws itched beneath my skin. But my wolf… he stayed still. Like he had no right to rise.And the entire order just felt it.Some of them didn’t understand the weight of what happened. But a few did.Leonard especially. He was staring at her now with a kind of horror that went b

PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV They felt the shift.My Lykois, my Syntagmas. They moved without my command. Without my permission.The moment I left the room, the courtyard had turned into chaos. I could smell the unrest before I even got there. Dozens of them, trained men, elite guards circling like they were answering an alarm only they could hear.One of the Syntagmas stepped forward, chest puffed. “Primus, we know the Luna is inside. Let us see her. We only wish to make sure she’s not harmed as we smelt a threat.”The Luna.They had called her that. Not traitor. Not thief. Not spy.I struck him. Hard.His body flew across the clearing, I didn't even care to look if he's alive or not. Then everywhere went silent.“You listen to me,” I growled, holding on to the Core Fang soo tight that I felt I would crack. “You move when I say move. You protect when I say protect. You question me again and I won’t stop at a warning.”My claws had pushed halfway out. My eyes burned golden. I looked aroun

PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POVThe storm outside had slowed, but the one inside me hadn’t. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t try to. Her scent was too close. Too warm. Yet somehow, I’d woken up to soft molds against my chest. Her breasts were pressed into my chest. Her nose nuzzled into my neck and her body spread on mine like a starfish. Like she hadn’t held my entire kingdom in her palm and caused a shift just last night.My jaw clenched as I stared down at her.The bite marks along her neck, the bruises on her hips—each one mine. Her white lashes fluttered as she stirred, a quiet sound escaping her lips. She shivered.She was still naked. Still breathtaking. But still a thief.I snarled and shoved the covers off, standing abruptly. My blood boiled. I should’ve tossed her in the dungeon like the traitor she was. But instead, I let her share my bed?I was a fool.I turned to her. She blinked up at me slowly, lips chapped, skin flushed, hair tangled across her face. “Alex…?”Her voice was barely

BREEDER AQUAMARINE’S POV The floor was wet. Maybe it was my blood. Maybe it was sweat. Maybe it was from Juliet pouring water over me that morning while Alexander sat on the steps, arms crossed, watching like I was an animal in heat. I barely flinched anymore when he touched me. I had no choice. He came down, opened the cage, used me, and left like I wasn’t a person. Just something to fill, to mark, to punish. The room smelled of sex, cum, sweat and silver. I didn't even know if there were windows in here or not. My thighs were raw and sticky. I had markings and bruises everywhere, from the constant biting and spanking during sex. My lips were cracked. My throat and tongue hurt from sucking his massive cock. My scalp was hurting from his constant pulling. The collar around my neck chafed with every move. One ankle was shackled to the back of the cage. He said it was just in case I had more tricks up my sleeve. I had none. Three days in a dark room. Inside a cage. Dogs were