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Jules POVHis eyes were cold, unblinking, as if he were staring through Gunner, seeing not the alpha of the Ravenstone Pack but merely a man unworthy of his time.Gunner, however, didn’t flinch. He met Lucian’s eyes with a calculating smile, seemingly unbothered by the refusal. He was used to having everything at his disposal, used to being in control. His hands were clasped tightly together, his fingers intertwined as he stood lost in thought.“You misunderstand, Lucian,” Gunner said smoothly, his tone laced with mock sympathy. “This is not a matter of buying or selling. This is a business proposition. You get what you want, and I get what I want.”He leaned forward slightly, the gleam in his eyes growing sharper. “Ten thousand talons is a fair price for a slave like him. You know the value of such things. But for you… I’m willing to make it better.”He waved his hand dismissively as he stepped back clearly not expecting Lucian to back down. “Fifty thousand talons,” Gunner said, his

Jules POVI didn't spare a second for thought as I heard the door bang violently behind me. Before I had time to react, Lucian ran toward me, his eyes red, his claws sharp in the dark. Lucian had a power and intensity I had never before felt, and everything about him felt dangerous.He didn’t stop. He marched forward, locking the door with steady hands, making sure no one could come in—and that I couldn’t get out. His footsteps were slow and strong, his breath uneven, but not from being tired. It came from something darker. Something I couldn’t name, but it filled the space, thick and heavy.Before I moved, his hand grabbed my throat, squeezing tight. He lifted me like I weighed nothing. My fingers clawed at his arm, trying to loosen his hold.“Stop—let me go!” I sobbed, fingers trembling with rage and fear. I pounded his chest with both fists, but his chest felt like a tree. Lucian's eyes shifted, and then his face twisted with a wild expression beyond description.His teeth clenche

Aegon’s POVThe moment Jules' body hit the ground, everything in me went still.His scream never came—just a strangled gasp, then the terrifying snap of limbs convulsing. The glow of my binding chain surged, flaring like lightning, wrapping tighter around his body as if feeding on the panic. I hadn’t meant to hurt him—just stop him. I didn’t even think. I saw him hovering over Lucian and acted.Now he was crumpled on the floor like a broken doll, twitching once, then going utterly still.“Damn it,” I growled, yanking the rope back with a hard tug. The magical thread uncoiled from his limbs, slithering into my hand, still glowing faintly with his energy.Lucian lay nearby, still unconscious, sweat clinging to his brow. His body looked wrong—burned out, fragile, like something ancient had been forced through him and left behind ash. I knew what this was. I had seen it before. The curse that lives in his blood—the one that could kill him any day now if it awakens too violently—was stirri

Jules POVI woke up sore. Not the kind of sore that fades with a stretch or a sigh but the deep, gnawing kind that clings to your bones and whispers of pain you survived. My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about. My lips were dry. My wrists stung. Every inhale scraped down my throat like I was breathing in smoke.The couch beneath me was soft. Too soft.I didn’t know where I was.Panic licked up my spine like fire. My eyes darted across the room, trying not to move my head too much. Heavy curtains. Dim light. Wood floors. A table. A chair.And then I heard itBreath. Close. Familiar.Lucian.He was lying on the bed.My heart almost stopped.I froze, body locked down by instinct and memory. Last night came back in shards. Aegon’s hands. The sound of my own screaming. The moment I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive. The moment I shouldn’t have.I couldn’t take that chance.My gaze flicked toward the nightstand and there it was. A Small Silver dagger.Barely breathing, I re

Jules POVThe carriage rocked gently as it moved, but there was nothing gentle about the silence inside.Lucian hadn’t really regarded me since the guards shut the door and we started rolling toward the castle. His golden eyes finally shifted, just slightly, tracking me from the corner of his vision. I caught the movement and straightened, heart thudding.He repeated his question. More distinctly this time.“What do you remember from last night?”I blinked, my mind scrambling. Was this a trap?“I…” My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. “Not much. It’s blurry. Only bits and pieces.”But I remembered everything.The way he stumbled into the room, barely holding himself up, golden eyes dull from whatever he’d drunk. The way he’d looked at me not with hatred for once but with something… dazed. And then, without warning, without words, he kissed me.His mouth had crushed against mine like a storm he couldn’t stop. Desperate. Hungry. Real.And for the briefest, most dangerous mom