Chapter Eighty-One Devon’s POVThe curse shattered at dawn.I woke screaming, claws buried in my own chest, ripping through skin and muscle. Every memory slammed into me at once— unfiltered. The blood. The executions. The children’s faces. Irene’s neck under my hand. Zane’s branding. My father’s voice echoing in the back of my head telling me power was everything. I saw it all.“No—no—fuck!” I roared, staggering out of bed. Blood ran down my torso. I grabbed the dagger from the nightstand and pressed it to my throat. “I deserve this. I deserve every fucking second of it.”The door burst open. Irene rushed in first, eyes wide. “Devon, stop!”Zane and Brielle were right behind her. Zane still wore the fresh Omega brand on his chest, face swollen, but he moved like the Beta he used to be. They grabbed my arms.“Drop the blade!” Zane shouted, wrestling my wrist.I headbutted him, breaking his nose with a crunch. “Let me end it! I slaughtered your people! I broke her!” I twisted, slammin
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