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121

Draven’s POV. I should have stayed away. I really should have, for her sake. But for the past two years of war, the only thing that kept me alive was the face of the woman I loved. The memory of her, haunted and bloodied, a vision I never wanted to be reality again was what gave me the strength to go on. I’ve had many regrets, but letting Myra go was one I refused to accept as an ending. My new mission was for her: to rid the shifter realm of the Lycans’ wicked reign. I sent her away to be healed, far from the war, while I fought against the death and suffering that monster Verik brought to our doorstep. When the war began, the Lycans infiltrated our cities in droves, killing innocents in their wake. Their victims included those who stood to protect, their deaths fueling a rage in me like no other. My warriors were ready, attacking and falling back until our scouts could return with reinforcements. But before the Lycans could regroup, our allies, the vampires of R

122

Myra’s body ached from the constant pain, her bones rattled, sore from the icy ground and the even colder threats from the lycans. He’d made sure to starve Myra to the point that even getting a sip of water was a luxury, making sure to rip off all her pride, turning them back into desperate shame. But Myra fights the surging pain quietly, barely saying a word as she finds her head throbbing with a sore, dulling ache as a reminder, one that never stopped taunting her each day. But today was different; being the third night, Myra had watched four servants and rogue male Lycan rogues walk in, watching her with disdain in their gazes as they reached for Myra. Myra struggled, thrashing against their hold as she turned towards the small bed where Sinsa lay to see she had turned her head away, and a bitter feeling grew in Myra; maybe she really was alone all along. And the more she had tried to struggle away from them as they led her to where Verik stands, Verik's tor

123

Myra feels sore, rolling over a cold surface, but this time when she wakes up, she finds herself in a cave. One that was oddly furnished with old trinkets as a shadowed frame was hunched in front of her. Myra hisses as flashes of memories, one trailing back, of a wolf with crimson eyes and a face that smiles down at her, one she still clearly didn't have memories of. Her eyes trailed to where a hunched figure stood, eyes watching her with black, almost empty eyes that had her spooked. Weren’t they always green? She doubts her thoughts. She didn't feel any comfort; in fact, she felt an impending danger in her guts, but she tried to remain calm. If this was the man of her said memories, maybe she just needed to have faith and trust that men's memories return slowly. But the face she clearly saw was meant to be familiar and bring her ease; she watched the male walk toward her with a smile on his face as he engulfed her in a hug. “Finally, you’re here,” his rough voice cal

124

Myra’s memories all clashed like a shattered mirror as she found herself in the middle of a dark room, with images broken , shattered and torn thrown into a million pieces. And right in the middle of it all was Draven, the only thing that made sense, the love of her life, and all memories started to settle in, just as they were blocked by the harrowing cruel eyes of the quilla monster above her. One that she tried to fight as his monstrous eyes beheld something sinister in them as he clawed at her skin, the attack urging her into a defense. But she was so weak as she tried to fight and battle off the Qilla monster, who held on to Myra for a death bite just as she felt her body grow cold with goosebumps as she anguishedly screamed. “No!” She exclaims just as her eyes shoot open and she finds herself in a dark room, and not even a second later she feels someone close and the familiar face that leans over her. But Myra goes into a panicked overdrive when she sees the alpha

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Draven’s tongue did more than set her insides on fire; it had Myra crying for dear mercy from Draven's relentless touch. The alpha was insatiable. He held her down by the hips as she writhed form his tongue strokes, as her back arched from the pleasure of the alpha's tongue, and just as he felt the leader could get any more intense, She felt the insatiable curve of the alpha's fingers that held pressure to her core as she cried from the pleasure while his tongue lapped harder on Myra’s sex. Myra swore she felt a blinding light just as her kiss heated from the searing pleasure of Draven's unrelenting torture on her sex; the alpha wasn’t stoping, he was relentless to her third orgasm just from his tongue. And that was just the beginning of the alpha's pleasure; she watched as Draven knelt by the bed, his eyes locked on her frame as he unbuttoned his shirt in hurried silence. Just as he reached for his pants, Let his pants come undone just as Myra watched a tongue stir from h

126

Tarrin had been captured. Myra couldn’t believe it, but with the solemn look on their faces, She was truly taken aback as Enzo explained that a spell trap meant for Draven was instead intercepted by Tarrin. And though they fought, the gamma had encouraged Draven to leave him and look for Myra instead because without him, Draven might have been a second late in saving Myra. “I just can't believe it, Verik. That monster has he not done enough?” Myra muttered with folded arms across her chest; the only thing calming her seething nerves was the alpha's scent that enveloped her. Enzo had then called for a private word with the alpha as they walked to the next room a few feet away, leaving Myra, who sat by the chair, her mind a mess. But then she feels this was weird why they were in such a flurry of panic as he looked at Jorah. “How long have I been asleep?” She mutters in a lost whisper as Jorah comes forward. “Just over two days, love; it's nothing to worry about. You need

127

Jorah still couldn’t believe it; he still couldn’t believe that he had finally gotten Myra back to the shifter realm. He could remember the relief that filled his system that day he rushed out of the healer’s quadrant and saw Draven with Myra in his arms. She was back. But his happiness was immediately cut short when he heard the news about Tarrin, who was still trapped with the lycans in Death Valley, and one thing that made the valley a natural trap was its changing roads. It was almost like the mountains, but this was done by the Qillas, who always sorted out prey, and for days with no rest, they went into the valley in search of the lycans, but there was no good news. So instead, Jorah had made sure to place his medicine and treating Myra, and relief flooded his system at the news that she was finally awake, one good thing that came of this mission. And right now they were back in the pack, with Jorah tired after healing a few Scouts that were injured by the Qilla, fi

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Everything is ruined, all fucking ruined, Draven, you bastard," Verik's voice rumbled through the cursed forest of Death Valley. Only now was he pushed out of hiding after the ambush, and in his arms was Sinsa's corpse. Her eyes were open yet aloof from life, and her chest and body were cold to the touch, proving she was dead, and so was his personal gate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He roared. Death Valley is supposed to be impenetrable, yet the Nightclaw could find them so easily. And now Myra had escaped and, from the news of his scouts, was already back in the arms of the alpha wolf that he despised, leaving him back where he started with no Myra. But just as he was about to go on a killing rampage, one of the lycans raced to him, eyes wide with excitement. "Sire, you have to see this, it worked… We have the Nightclaw male trapped!" He called, and Verik let out a wicked chuckle. "Perfect." A few hours have passed, and Navori is still dumbstruck with fear as she paces abo

129

The Nightclaw pack had set up camp in birdhshifters territory with permission of the phoenix queen, and hadn’t stopped their relentless search in Death Valley, with burning hours of searching. Each encounter was more dangerous than the first, with scouts returning injured from the Quilla Beast's spells and illusions. There was still no news of Tarrin, and it wasn’t tempting to take the front door towards the Lycans’ territory since it would alarm them immediately and harm the gamma. But they had to believe he was alive for now, as it would be better than finding his corpse. This led the alphas into a despondent spirit, as his search was deemed unsuccessful, having barged through Death Valley. “Those bastards made sure to spread Tarrin's scent everywhere, leading us to Qilla's lair instead,” Draven said as they all gathered. Across the broad table map that filled the table, his eyes were as his hands were brittle against the corner of the table until the wood groaned. “

130

The sound of a whip echoes through the darkly lit space of the dungeon, as the stench of blood, sweat, and an earthy scent looms darkly over the dungeon walls as the whips echo on. Only the roof light shines through to the dark cave and makes him dangle over the ceiling with chains, with his hand strapped upwards as his shallow breath steams the lady around the caged dungeon as his breath harshens. It stops momentarily as grunts are now exchanged with the loud pitter-patter of feet as a female example paces up and down, her nails and fingers bitten and peeled. Her hair wasn't the prime and pristine style she once had, and all that was left was impending hate in her gaze. There was a dark, dangerous hate simmering in her eyes as she stared towards the chained male gamma who coughed and racked out lumps of blood from his torture. His body badly buried, with sliced, gnarly marks over his chest that bled, his eyes swollen with black purple cloth around them as he breathes deep

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