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TheoroneThe forest had barely settled after Jaxon’s words when the air shifted. A stench of fear and blood, sharp and metallic, rolled toward us, twisting the hairs on my neck upright.From the edge of the trees, a rogue leapt forward with a wild scream, a glinting blade clutched in scarred fingers. His eyes burned with unreasoning fury, and for a moment, the world narrowed to him, the sound of his teeth gnashing against the wind.I moved first, instinct overriding thought, but he was fast—too fast. His blade slashed past me, grazing my shoulder with enough force to make me stumble. Pain erupted, sharp and hot, but I ignored it, forcing my balance and turning toward the threat.Thor was already moving.Like a shadow birthed from my will, he closed the distance in a heartbeat. The rogue barely registered the strike before Thor’s fist collided with his chest. There was a sickening crunch as the man hit the ground, coughing up blood, eyes wide with disbelief.Before I could exhale, more

BellaThe slap came so suddenly that even I flinched.The sound of it cracked through the dungeon—sharp, brutal and like a warning of it being final.Kathy staggered to the side, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide, her lips trembling like she couldn’t process what had just happened.For once she looked small.Weak and disoriented while she stood before me. Her previous smug gone as she wondered how it was possible that she had entered and ended up in his situation when she had thought Thorione went very far away."Have you lost your mind?" Thor’s voice came low, dangerous—each word laced with a fury he wasn’t even trying to hide.His eyes dragged over my body, taking in every wound, every torn piece of flesh, every mark that refused to heal.The air shifted and so did it seem as if Something in him snapped."You did this?"Kathy opened her mouth, but no words came out.Not the arrogance.Not the sharp replies.Nothing.Just silence.That al

BellaI’ve been mated to Jaxon for three years of my life… the other years were years I spent obsessing over him and wishing that he was mine.Praying for him to notice all my sacrifices for his pack during the course of our marriage and hoping that he would one day open up to me and accept me because of it.Those never happened, and instead, he had been sabotaging me and even made sure I was unable to get pregnant.And now that I was here, he was back and had the audacity to speak about something as me coming with him and him missing me?And Theorone? I thought as my gaze travelled towards him.Ever since I ran to his own pack and he had marked me without even giving anyone the chance to question it, he had always mistreated me.Even after I saved his life, after I thought the two of us could reach a partnership, he had still been mean to me and had had me arrested and thrown into the deepest, coldest dungeon like I was nothing.And now he was asking me to choose? Between him and a s

Theorone I didn’t move for several heartbeats after her words. The silence was thick, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting to see which predator would make the first move. And then, without thinking or perhaps because instinct demanded it. I rose from my throne.Her back was already to me, heels clicking against the polished stone floor as she walked toward the exit. Each step was measured, deliberate, unhurried. My fingers tightened around the ornate armrest I had abandoned moments ago, knuckles whitening.I followed. My boots made no sound on the stone, but every instinct in my body screamed at her: stop. She wasn’t supposed to do this. Not to me or my pack. Not to the order I had worked years to enforce. How could I mark a mere wolf as my Luna? Even if she were my mate. I couldn't trust her.“Bella,” I called, my voice low, threaded with steel and warning.She paused mid-step, the faintest tilt of her head over her shoulder. No fear. No hes

Theorone The moment Jaxon stepped fully into the hall, the air shifted. The pack, already teetering between outrage and confusion, went completely silent. Every growl and whisper, every footstep stopped as if time had frozen. My jaw clenched, the muscle ticking under my skin as my lycan stirred beneath the surface.He wanted to pounce on him. The wah he had wanted to do so long ago when Jaxon had first mentioned Bella being his.He didn’t rush or run. He walked with a predator’s precision, each step measured and deliberate enough to send a ripple of tension through the pack. His gaze found mine immediately, sharp, assessing and as if he was daring me.I met it without flinching. My lycan snarled in my mind, restless and aware, as though it too understood that this man was a threat in ways even I hadn’t calculated.“King Theorone,” Jaxon said, his voice calm, but the calm was a weapon. “I see you’ve allowed a lot into your pack today. Wolves who should never have been here. People