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Lord Cassian VossThe girl stood in the center of my private solar like a discarded rag doll someone had propped upright. Thin arms wrapped around herself, white-gold hair hanging limp and tangled, those milky blind eyes staring at nothing.She smelled of the southern pens: damp stone, old fear, and the faint sour tang of unwashed skin. Pathetic.“Can you see me?” I asked, voice flat, already knowing the answer.“No, my lord… I can’t.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, cracked from disuse or terror or both.I exhaled through my nose, loud enough for her to hear the disappointment. “Of course you can’t. I knew that boy was a scammer. Lirien sells me a blind hoe and swears she’s an oracle who prophesies real futures. Two million gold for this?”She flinched at the word “hoe,” shoulders hunching smaller.I stepped closer, circling her slowly, boots clicking on the obsidian floor. The terrified omega scent rolled off her in waves—sharp, cloying, nauseating. It made my stomach turn. Fe

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Maureen LaskovicMy palm settled over the full, warm curve of my belly again, instinctive, reverent. The little kicks answered immediately, small but fierce, like tiny flames dancing under my skin. A soft laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it.Vuk’s head rested heavy against my thigh, his white-gold hair spilling across the black silk like spilled moonlight. He hadn’t moved in what felt like hours — just breathing me in, murmuring the same broken litany over and over.“I miss you… I miss you so much, little moon…”I threaded my fingers through his hair, stroking slowly, the way I knew soothed the beast inside him.“That’s the hundred and fiftieth time,” I teased gently, voice thick with affection. “I’m literally right here, Vuk. Feel me. I’m not going anywhere.”He lifted his head at last.His eyes were molten silver, shimmering with unshed tears that caught the low torchlight like stars drowning. For one perfect heartbeat he looked at me the way he had that first night on

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Maureen Laskovic:The darkness swallowed my scream.It pressed in from every side—thick, airless, endless—until I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed, if I was falling or being dragged. The ground vanished beneath me. There was no ground. No sky. No horizon. Just black and the sound of my own breath tearing in and out of my chest.Something pulled again.Harder this time.Not claws. Not hands.A force—ancient, patient, inevitable—wrapped around me like cold silk and yanked.I screamed as my body jerked backward, limbs flailing uselessly through nothing. My nails grasped at empty air, fingers curling, desperate, trying to catch on anything—fabric, stone, him—but there was nothing to hold, nothing to anchor me.“No—please—wait—” My voice broke apart, splintering into sobs. “I’m not ready. I can’t—please, don’t take me—”The force didn’t answer.It never spoke.It only pulled.Images flashed behind my eyes—too fast, too sharp. Vuk’s hands, bloodied but gentle. His mouth at my t

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Maureen LaskovicEven with Vuk beside me—alive, solid, breathing—I felt it. That vast, aching emptiness lodged somewhere behind my ribs, like a thief had slipped in while I slept and stolen the part of me that knew how to feel whole.It pulsed with every heartbeat, a hollow throb that whispered, You’re not all here anymore. Get over it, I told myself, over and over, like a mantra against the dark. It wasn’t real. Just one of those cruel dreams the mind invents when it’s drowning in fever and despair. A coma-dream. A fragile illusion my subconscious clung to, painting warmth and life where there was only the cold edge of oblivion.They said the fever had dragged me all the way to Death’s doorstep—burning me from the inside out, freezing my veins until my body started shutting down. I’d nearly crossed over, they whispered, like it was some heroic tale. Crawled right up to the brink and somehow… clawed my way back. Lunar Blood, they murmured with reverent awe. Lunar Blood saved you. As

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Vuk Kael LaskovićI had lied to Maureen.Not because I wanted to. Of course not. No one wants to build the only real thing they’ve ever had on a foundation of lies. No one wants to watch the woman who owns their soul sob because they told her the most precious part of her life was nothing more than a dream.I did it because I couldn’t stand watching her suffer any more than she already had.The past three months had been a slow-motion nightmare wrapped in hellfire.I’d pulled the embryos from her body at two months—three tiny, fragile sparks of life that were already burning too bright, too fast for her mortal frame to contain. The hellfire in my blood, mixed with her pure lunar essence, had turned what should have been a gentle pregnancy into something violent. Her body had begun to shut down: fever, seizures, her wolf retreating so deep I could barely feel her through the bond. If I’d left them inside her any longer, I would have lost them all.So I did the only thing I could.

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Maureen LaskovicThe balcony overlooked the sprawling gardens, where the jasmine bloomed in endless waves of white and green, their scent carried on the cool afternoon breeze like a whisper from a forgotten dream. I stood there, gripping the stem of my wine glass a little too tightly, the crystal cool against my palm. The sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows across the obsidian fortress walls, and yet, despite the warmth it promised, a chill lingered in my bones. It had been days since I woke from that endless sleep, but everything still felt… off. Like my body was a stranger’s, moving through motions it half-remembered.“Livia!” I called, my voice sharper than I intended, echoing slightly off the stone balustrade.She appeared almost instantly, gliding through the arched doorway with the quiet efficiency I’d come to rely on. Her dark hair was pinned back neatly, her black dress immaculate as always, but her eyes held that soft concern she’d worn since the moment I opened my

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Lord Cassian ~The vault was dead empty. Not a single coin. Not one fucking bar of gold. Shelves that used to shine like they were laughing at everyone else—now just bare stone and shadows. My whole life, my power, my safety net—gone. Vanished. Like someone walked in, laughed, and took it all while I was asleep.My chest felt like it was caving in. Hot. Tight. I couldn’t breathe right.“RIVEN!”My shout bounced off the walls so loud it hurt my own ears. My hands were shaking. I didn’t even notice until I saw them trembling in front of me.Riven appeared in the doorway like a ghost—tall, thin, silent as always. Head already down. He never spoke unless I forced him. Right now I didn’t want words. I wanted blood.I pointed at the empty shelves. My finger shook.“What… the fuck… is this?”He didn’t answer. Just stared at the floor.I took one step. Then another. My boots sounded too loud. Everything felt too loud.“You had one job.” My voice cracked. “One. Keep this place locked. Keep my

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Lord CassianThe engine of my SUV hummed like a caged beast as I tore down the dark highway, leaving my blood-soaked house behind. It was past midnight, the kind of hour where even shadows seemed to whisper secrets. Snowflakes smacked against the windshield, melting into streaks that blurred the world outside.My hands gripped the wheel tight, knuckles white, rings biting into my skin. Every mile I drove east felt like a step deeper into madness, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The hunger inside me—the real, gnawing kind—pushed me forward.It wasn’t just about the stolen gold anymore. That was the spark, sure, but the fire? That was something older, deeper. A void that had been eating at me for centuries.Power. That’s what I craved. Raw, unfiltered power. The kind that makes kings kneel and alphas beg.Vuk Kael Lasković? Yeah, he was part of it. That devil bastard sat on his throne, knot-deep in his lunar mate, breeding heirs like it was nothing. He had everything—fear, loyalty,

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Lord Casaain Voss: I staggered out of the fog, the mist clawing at my clothes like desperate fingers trying to pull me back into the swamp's embrace. My boots squelched in the mud, each step heavier than the last, my body screaming from the wounds that were already knitting themselves closed. The air was thicker here at the edge, where the marshes met the clearing—a mix of rot and fresh blood. And there they were: my guards, or what was left of them. Scattered like broken dolls across the ground. Drained husks, skin pale and shriveled, eyes sockets empty black holes staring at nothing. Garr's body was closest, his massive frame twisted in a final spasm, mouth frozen in a silent scream. Claws marks raked across his chest, tails had whipped him bloody before the demons sucked him dry.I paused for a second, breathing hard, the vial of eyes heavy in my pocket, the wrapped heart slick against my thigh. A low chuckle escaped my lips—cold, mocking. "Idiots," I muttered to the corpses. "I

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Maureen LaskovićSeems like Vuk actually really kept my illness a secret.To the entire court, to every whispering noble and every gossiping lady in the Dominion, I had simply been away. “A month in the southern provinces,” they said. “Visiting what remains of her family lands. Mourning in private. Seeking the quiet of old Laurent soil.” That was the story Vuk fed them—elegant, believable, safe. No one knew the truth. No one knew I had never left the fortress at all.No one knew I had lain in our bed for weeks, burning with fever so high the healers feared my blood would boil away. No one knew the coma that swallowed me for three endless months—lost in black nothing, while Vuk sat beside me, fangs bared, pouring drop after drop of his immortal blood down my throat to tether me to life.He had locked it all behind iron silence. Only the inner circle knew. Only the ones he trusted with his life knew how close he had come to losing us both.And now here I was, back among them, sitting

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