Lahat ng Kabanata ng I OFFERED MYSELF TO THE DEVIL ALPHA : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

~DRAVEN~The forest is silent now. Only the whisper of the wind follows us, curling through the trees like the breath of ghosts. Her wrist is very small in my hand, her pulse a rapid flutter beneath my fingers. I don’t loosen my grip,not because I want to hurt her, but because I’m not sure what will happen if I let go.She doesn’t understand it yet, but something changed the moment she begged for her life. The moment she offered herself to me. I felt it…..that flicker of something ancient, dangerous, mine.The fortress looms before us, black stone and blood-red sky. She stares at it with wide eyes, and for a heartbeat, I almost regret bringing her here. This place swallows light. It kills warmth. It devours the living.What was I thinking?I don’t take Omegas. I don’t take anyone. My world is built on power, not mercy. Yet here I am, bringing a trembling, wolfless girl into the Shadowlands like she belongs here.I can feel my wolves’ eyes on us from the ra

~ELARA~The morning sun filters weakly through the tall, arched windows, painting faint golden streaks across the black marble floor. My heart pounds harder with each step as I follow Isabella down the long corridor.She told me Draven had ordered breakfast to be served in the east dining hall.Breakfast with him.The words alone make my stomach twist.I try to steady my breath, my palms clammy despite the cool air. The castle is silent…too silent, except for the faint echo of my footsteps and the occasional flicker of torches that line the walls.When Isabella pushes open the heavy oak doors, my breath catches.Draven is already seated at the far end of the table. His dark hair falls loosely over his forehead, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The morning light hits him just right, catching the faint scar along his jaw.He looks almost human. Almost.His cold eyes lift when I enter, pinning me in place.“Sit,” he says simply.My legs nearly give out

~DRAVEN~Everywhere is silent after my wolves stopped talking. I am alone in my room, trying to fully calm myself down.I drag in a shuddering breath and rest my head back against the cold stone wall. My body still trembling from the fight ….from holding them back.Every muscle aches. Every heartbeat feels like it’s cracking something inside me open.I remain in this position for a while, enjoying the silence as the fire in the fireplace dies down to a faint ember glow.But the silence doesn’t last. It never does. Because I can feel it as the heat in my veins grows.The air shifts….. heavy, electric, alive. The flames in the hearth twist, bending toward the open window. And through it, the light comes.I can feel it.The pull. The Moon’s call.She’s rising.And with every heartbeat, I lose a little more of myself.It's the full moon. Pale, silver and relentless. The full moon is my curse, my chain and my executioner.“Shit!” I curse out loud.I lift my head s