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DROGOThe library glow soft and dim. It's the middle of the night when I step into the inside, and, as expected, I find Morgan by the window, staring at the night sky and enjoying the view of the rain falling over the city, cool brushing her skin.I walk to sit behind the desk, and for a while, we don't speak. “Why have you summoned me?” Morgan finally asks without looking back. “Surely you did not call me here for the King's case; that, I know, you are handling just fine.”“It is not the king,” I mumble and sigh. “Then, is it Isolde?”“No… she is good,” I reply, my voice tight. “But worried.”“About what?”“The curse.” I look up at her. “It has not yet been lifted. I can still feel it in my bones, despite having marked her. I still have the curse mark on my body. I still have those nightmares, though less now, but unmistakably still happening. I close my eyes sometimes, and when I open them, Isolde is staring worriedly at me.”“You have not yet told her about Akira.”“I have not ye

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ISOLDEThe country floods with news. Each media company carries it like hungry wolves, spreading it not just across the country, but to the world.Even victims who had been hiding their pain, afraid of the power the king held, come out to tell their stories. The country has never been this chaotic. Every mouth, every corner, every heart speaks of it. It is unmistakable that it is not fading anytime soon.Old crimes surface. Masks are torn off, revealing the real devil behind the dark force in the country.It was not the rogue Alpha they all feared.It was their ruler.After two weeks of total chaos, something unexpected begins to happen. Those who blamed Drogo and destroyed his name begin to apologize. Some of them come forward and admit they thought the king was the one who saved their girls, not knowing they had been praising the devil.“The world likes you,” I tell Drogo as I scroll through comments, smiling as the world turns in our favor. “You’re a celebrity.”Drogo is working b

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DROGOTwo centuries ago.After the endless torture from the king, I was stripped naked before the kingdom, mocked and framed as a murderer, a traitor, a calamity.People who had never known me hated me. So many accusations were thrown, disgusting and dangerous.Soon, my mind shut down, and for the following three years, I felt hollow. Barely speaking. Barely visible.I was dead inside, yet somehow still moving.Finally, the rogues found me. The place was ambushed by them when the king went on a journey. By the greatest miracle, I finally felt fresh air. Finally left the cruel barricades that grated insanity into my skull.But I feared I might be walking into a greater hell.Rogues. Criminals of the kingdom who had been cast out.I expected something cruel, wicked, something that would finally take my last breath.I was wrong.When I was brought into their territory deep within the dark forest, all I saw was hope flashing in their eyes.They needed me. In fact, they had wanted me for s

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ISOLDE.Breathing has become difficult as Drogo goes deep into his story. I didn't realize when tears fell from my eyes, warm, flowing nonstop. He didn't look at me while narrating, as if living in the hellish memories.“After the curse. I tried to end myself several times, as I couldn't live for what I had done. But it never worked. The more I tried, the more the nightmare haunted me."“Why?” I whisper, voice broken. “Why would the moon goddess be so cruel as to punish you? You didn't intentionally kill her. Besides, where was she when all of this was happening to you? Where was she when you cried for help?! Whatever celestial being she is, she is cruel! Very cruel!”Drogo finally snaps his gaze at me. His eyes are red as if on the verge of tears.His lips tug slightly. “The rule remains. Anyone that kills his or her mate faces a punishment from her.”I stand, heart racing as anger consumes me. “Even at that she should have been considerate. This mate of yours sold you out, watched

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ISOLDE Dream.Or will I call it a nightmare? After hearing everything from Drogo, it all made sense why he hated me at first.Why he'd wanted to kill and punish me.Why he promised I'm the last woman he'll ever desire.Tonight... I am sleeping alone. I begged him; I want to be alone. At least one night to consume everything he'd told me. My fingers clutches against one another as I stare long and hard at the ceiling.Drogo's story consume me. It took so long before sleep finally came, and when it did.I fell into someone's memory.Or perhaps...Mine. ~~~Two centuries ago...AKIRAAkira had just gotten her wolf. It was the greatest, yet most terrifying moment of her life. She doesn't know much about the Lunaretha, but she'd once heard her father mentioned it was a powerful and special wolf.Even more exciting, she met her mate. Drogo. The young male she had fallen in love with at first sight.Excited through the week, Akira longed for the day she and Drogo would claim each other

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AKIRAAfter a week of pure torture and self-destruction, Akira was finally released from the prison. Her father was the first male she saw. Her chest heaved with rage.“You are getting married to your distant cousin in a few months.""Never," she seethed. “I will not marry him."“Why?” King Herod raised a brow. “Is it because of that disgusting male?”“He is my mate! You promised I'd marry him, not torture him. All you care about is the throne. You vile snake, you deserve to die!”King Herod's laughter echoed through the walls. He rose to his feet and slapped her across the face.“You worthless girl. You know red wolves are seen as a curse, yet I let you live. I made everyone keep their mind shut because of the love I have for your mother."Akira slowly looked up at him, with disdain in her eyes.Herod’s lips curled. “Is this how you repay me? This family brought you up, gave you the finest clothing, servants to care for you, a large bedchamber, and a respected title, and yet you sid

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Akira hid close.She knew her life was over. The more she thought of the scene, the more her stomach twisted. She'd vomited seven times at the hidden cave, near the dungeon; her skin was pale like she was about to get terribly sick.She should leave the palace. If her father gets a hand on her, he will not hesitate to kill her. Leon was his heir. And it was so twisted that she killed a brother she'd once loved. Akira could barely think of what to do, but all she knew was... She cannot leave Drogo.She heard from the maids' gossip how he was stabbed at the arena and is barely alive now.She must save him and take him far from here.Drogo would understand her. They would once again be lovers and live their lives happily...Akira almost laughed at the absurd idea. How could he forgive her now? He lost his whole family because of her... Tortured because of her.This world will never be a safe place, as her father will go down to hell to find her.With great risk and long effort, Akira

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BRAN My hands are tight on the wheel, teeth gritted until my molars ache. The automated voice rings out for the umpteenth time: the person I’m trying to reach is unavailable. I’ve been on edge ever since I heard Isolde passed out and had to rush to tend to her. She was burning up, but after some medical attention, she finally calmed—her eyelids fluttering behind closed eyes. Last night had been long and terrifying for Drogo and the pack, even though Morgan kept insisting she would be fine. And she was. Right after Isolde situation was cleared, I called the man I’d tasked with bringing Raina back, wondering what the hell was taking him so long only to hear that she was missing. Her fucking brother is sneaking her out. Anger surges from my gut straight to my head. Did Raina agree to flee with him? Did he force her? It better be the second, because I’ll be sorely disappointed if she chose this. A call comes in. With one swift swipe, I answer. “Speak.” The man on the other end

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BRAN My hands are tight on the wheel, teeth gritted until my molars ache. The automated voice rings out for the umpteenth time: the person I’m trying to reach is unavailable. I’ve been on edge ever since I heard Isolde passed out and had to rush to tend to her. She was burning up, but after some medical attention, she finally calmed—her eyelids fluttering behind closed eyes. Last night had been long and terrifying for Drogo and the pack, even though Morgan kept insisting she would be fine. And she was. Right after Isolde situation was cleared, I called the man I’d tasked with bringing Raina back, wondering what the hell was taking him so long only to hear that she was missing. Her fucking brother is sneaking her out. Anger surges from my gut straight to my head. Did Raina agree to flee with him? Did he force her? It better be the second, because I’ll be sorely disappointed if she chose this. A call comes in. With one swift swipe, I answer. “Speak.” The man on the other end

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DROGO Each word pours like a stab to my heart. For a long moment, I stay silent, only staring at Isolde as the world spins. A soft, broken laugh, the kind that signals a near breakdown, escapes my lips. “That’s a lie… That cannot be true.” I struggle to breathe. “You must have seen wrong.” Isolde bites her lower lip. “Why would she betray you, Drogo?” That’s the one question I’ve been asking myself for over two centuries. Why would she do it? Our feelings for each other had been so real. But as always, no answer ever came. I rise to my feet, eyes shut tight with a sharp intake of breath. I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes as the room suddenly feels too small to breath in. “That… That can’t be possible…” “It is the truth, Drogo.” Isolde stands, tears falls from her face as she took my hands. “I saw everything through her eyes. It was like I could feel every single thing. Every pain, every regret. She never betrayed you… She risked everything to save you.” “How…?

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