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"Lucien, what are you doing?"Rhea's voice was a harsh gasp. She could feel the piercing of his fangs into her neck. A burning shock, not of pain, but of a strange, dizzying pleasure, ran through her veins. His hands gripped her head, his touch cold and possessive. She was in an enclosed alcove in the ancient academy library. She had followed him. She had to see her brother."I'm doing it for you, little wolf," he breathed, his voice a soft, buzzing hum. "This is the last part of our agreement. I get you to Micah. But I have to do this. I have to take a small bite. It's the only way I can touch you. It's the only way I can protect you from Theon and my people. It's the only way I can truly be your friend."She knew she should resist him. The scent of him, of power and blood, was addictive. It was an intimidating, unavoidable pull. Her omega instincts were shrieking at her to run, but some more primal, lower part of her was begging her to submit."No," she whispered, her voice hardly a

"Step back."Rhea's voice was a low growl, a warning to the vampire elder and his followers. The air in the Council Hall was thick with tension, a conflict of wills between two species that had been enemies for centuries. The vampire elder, a terrifyingly composed man with eyes that burned like hot coals, had just presented her with a choice: join him, or die. Her fated mates, Ash, Zane, Kai, and Blaze, were still bound by Theon's guards, their rage a palpable entity that vibrated through the stone floor."I will not choose," Rhea said, her eyes on the vampire elder. "I will not be a piece in your war. I will not be a piece in Theon's war. I am the Omega. I am my own person. I will choose for myself."The older vampire's lips pressed into a tight line. "A brave speech, young wolf. But a foolish one. There is no middle ground. You are either with us or against us. And if you're against us." His gaze flicked to Theon. "Then we will take our revenge on this traitor. And then we will take

What did you do to him?"Rhea's voice was a snarl, a harsh contrast to the luxurious vampire bed that she had stirred. She sat up, all of her senses on high. The bedding was silk, the air reeked of blood and old earth and strength. This was not the Lake House. This was not home. This was a vampire keep.Lucien was on the opposite side of the room, a glass held loosely in his hand. He looked at her, red eyes full of a pained, wordless apology."What have you done with him, Lucien? With Wynter? With my friends?" she asked, voice ringing with a hysterical fear."I did nothing," he responded, his voice a soft, rumbling growl. "He ran. Wynter ran. My elder. he was too powerful. He did what he wished. He took what he wished. He took you. And now… you are here.""You are not property that I have," she said, her words shaking. "You will release me. Now. I will not be your pawn in your war. I will not be your prisoner."“You’re not a prisoner, little wolf,” he said, his voice filled with a qui

"You are awake. Drink this."Lucien stood by the window of the stone chamber. He held a glass of dark liquid. The morning sun did not reach him. He stayed in the shadows. Rhea sat up in the silk sheets of the massive bed. Her head throbbed. The scent of the room was heavy. It smelled of old parchment and chilled iron."Where am I?" Rhea asked. Her voice was a dry rasp. She touched her neck. The skin was tender. The memory of the blood kiss flashed in her mind. It felt like a dream. It felt like a fever."My family stronghold," Lucien said. He walked toward her. His movements were too smooth. He did not make a sound on the stone floor. "You were dying, Rhea. Theon’s poison was moving through your heart. My blood was the only cure. The Alphas could not save you with their rage.""You took me," Rhea said. She pushed the covers back. Her legs felt weak. "You took me from my mates. You took me from my pack.""I saved you from a grave," Lucien countered. He set the glass on the bedside tabl

POV: Micah Mooncrest"Rhea, stop moving for one second and tell me the truth. Does your heart still beat for this pack, or did the vampires bleed that out of you too?"Micah stood by the iron-latticed window of the recovery wing, his face gaunt and pale from his weeks in the stasis casket. His eyes, once full of a brother’s simple warmth, were now sharp with a Beta’s suspicion. He watched his sister pace the small stone room, her movements fluid and strange, no longer the stumbling girl he had tried to protect."I saved you, Micah," Rhea said, her voice sounding like ice scraping over silk. She stopped, but she didn't look at him. She looked at her hands, where the silver light still pulsed faintly beneath her skin. "I walked into the mouth of the abyss to bring you back. My loyalty shouldn't be the question here.""That’s exactly what scares me," Micah snapped, taking a shaky step forward. "You didn't just walk into the abyss. You made a home there. I saw the way those Alphas looked