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CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: THE WEIGHT OF THE TRUTH

CALEB’S POVWatching Ragnar kiss Thalia was pure, unadulterated torture.Seeing his hands near her, seeing the way she eventually stopped resisting and let him close—it made a wild, dangerous surge of jealousy explode in my chest. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to storm across the training room, grab Ragnar by his throat, and pry them apart by force. But I couldn't move. I had absolutely no right to step in. I was the one who had brought her nothing but tears, terror, and pain. So, before they could notice me standing in the shadows, I turned around silently and walked away. I climbed the stone stairs all the way to the high rooftop of the main building, needing the biting morning air to cool the fire in my blood.I stood at the edge of the roof, my eyes fixed on the shimmering, translucent barrier that locked us in. Suddenly, the phone in my pocket began to vibrate. Ever since the board opened up the internal lines for emergency use, I had access to my device again. I p

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: TRIAD BOND ENERGY (PART ONE)

THALIA’S POVBefore the sun even cleared the horizon, I was already awake. I sat at the small wooden desk in the corner of our room, the dim candle casting long, dancing shadows over the pages of the book of forbidden practices. I kept flipping through the worn text, my eyes scanning the faded ink over and over again. The message was always the same. If I wanted to break the ancient barrier, I could not do it as a weak pup. I needed to assume my full wolf form. I needed the raw, unyielding power of a full shift to smash the magic dome.To make things worse, my sleep had been completely ruined by a series of relentless nightmares. They were entirely unfamiliar. The faces of the people around me were totally different, and the architecture belonged to another world entirely. In the dreams, a catastrophic fight broke out and the moonclaw relic was violently shattered. I vividly saw the three glowing halves falling through the darkness.Waking up, the heavy message felt loud and clear.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: THE TORN PAGE

THALIA’S POVPanic exploded in the courtyard. In a split second, everyone rushed forward and surrounded Caleb’s limp form on the dirt. I dropped to my knees right beside him, my hands shaking so hard I could barely coordinate my movements. He looked deathly pale, his skin turning an ash-gray color that made my throat tighten. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I pressed them against his neck to check his breathing. I didn't have any kind of healing abilities, but I had to try. I had to do something.As I pulled back the collar of his shirt to check his pulse, my breath caught. His skin wasn't smooth. It was covered in deep, jagged, angry red scars that webbed across his chest and shoulders.“Look at his skin,” Jamie breathed, crouching down on Caleb's other side. He reached out, his fingers hovering over the marks. “These aren't normal wounds. These are severe internal damages. Caleb... he looks like he has been practicing for something. Something highly dangerous.”My heart ham

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: THE GUILT HE CARRIED

CALEB’S POVI was genuinely, deeply sorry.Every single defense mechanism inside my brain screamed at me to make up another lie. I wanted to tell her that I had stolen the page from her book simply to betray her, to hand it over to my father, to ruin her life. That would have been so much easier. It would have kept her at a safe distance. But having her so close to me, smelling the sweet vanilla scent of her skin, and hearing her speak to me in that soft, desperate voice—it broke something inside my chest. I couldn't bring myself to torture both of us any longer. With the last bit of strength in my aching arms, I reached up, drew her close, and wrapped my arms tightly around her.Thalia didn't hug me back. She remained completely stiff in my embrace, her body frozen like ice. I didn't blame her. I knew exactly why she couldn't bring herself to comfort the boy who had caused her so much misery. But I held on anyway, burying my face in her shoulder.“I am so sorry,” I choked out, th

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: CONFESSION IN THE GARDEN

THALIA’S POVI jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs as the remnants of a disjointed nightmare clawed at my mind. The images were chaotic and broken. First, I saw Ryker. I recognized him instantly by the distinct, jagged 'N' mark branded onto his skin. Then, the scene shifted violently, and I was surrounded by a shadowy crowd. Their voices echoed in a terrifying, rhythmic chant that shook the very ground beneath my feet. “Separate the moonclaw. Separate the moonclaw.”I gasped for air, drenched in a cold sweat. The room was dark, but a gentle, cool pressure on my forehead made me blink. Eileen was sitting right beside my bed, pressing a wet cloth against my skin to cool my burning body.“Easy, Thalia,” Eileen whispered, her voice laced with deep concern. “You had a terrible night fever. You were thrashing around so much. What was the nightmare about? What did you see?”My throat felt like sandpaper. I swallowed hard, the chilling words from the dream echoing in my ears. I

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX : THE UNTAMED BOND

RAGNAR’S POVThe mark on my waist was glowing a violent, burning red.It seared into my skin like a white-hot iron, sending sharp spikes of agony straight through my side. I gripped the edge of the stone sink in the communal washroom, my knuckles turning bone-white as I fought to keep a roar of pain from escaping my throat. I didn't need a scholar or an elder to tell me what this mark was. It was the physical branding of the ancient soul bond I shared with Thalia.Every single second that passed without me claiming her fully, the magic burned hotter, punishing my body for delaying the natural pull of our fates. My lycan was thrashing beneath my ribs, furious at my restraint. But how on earth was I supposed to tell her? How could I step forward and claim her as my mate without making her feel trapped, overwhelmed, or uncomfortable, especially with everything falling apart around us?I forced a deep breath, shoving the agonizing thought down into the dark, and pulled my heavy leather

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: SEALED

THALIA’S POVThe mortification was so thick I could barely breathe. Hearing Devon’s loud, echoing laughter slice through the quiet courtyard cut deeper than any physical blade ever could.I couldn't stay there. I couldn't bear to let Miss Lyra, Ragnar, Caleb, or any of the others see me like this, a helpless, tiny puppy standing in the dirt while the world burned around us.Unable to hold my form under the crushing weight of the humiliation, I turned and bolted toward the edge of the courtyard. I scrambled behind the tall, overgrown hedges, hiding my naked human body the exact second the forced shift dissolved and the fur vanished from my skin.I fell onto my knees in the damp soil, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Tears of pure, hot frustration spilled over my lashes, pooling on my cheeks. I began thrashing at the soil with my fists, tearing at the damp grass as the helpless anger poured out of me. Why couldn't I do it? Why was my body completely betraying me

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT: FINALLY MARKED

THALIA’S POVShock surged through my entire body the second Ragnar’s lips crashed against mine. My mind went blank, every thought freezing in place. But I didn't pull away. Underneath the heavy, crushing weight of the humiliation I had suffered in the courtyard, my defenses dissolved completely. I melted right into the warmth of his large, calloused hands.When Ragnar finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his hot breath fanned against my lips. “I want you, Thalia,” he growled, his voice thick and rough. “I need you.”“Ragnar... what do you mean?” I whispered, my voice trembling. He didn't look like himself. He wasn't the calm, stoic Alpha who carefully measured every step. His eyes were wide, glowing with a dark, unhinged energy, as if the wild beast beneath his skin had completely ripped off its chains and taken control.“Please,” he choked out, ignoring my question as he leaned down and resumed the kiss with a desperate, frantic intensity. His hands gripped my waist, pul

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED(PART ONE)

THALIA’S POVAs I walked down the quiet corridor toward Miss Lyra’s private chambers, I spotted Jamie and Eileen walking side by side. Their fingers were loosely interlocked between them. The moment Eileen caught sight of me, her face flushed red and she violently yanked her hand away from Jamie’s grip. I quickly looked straight ahead, pretending I hadn't seen a single thing to save her from the embarrassment.“Hey, cousin!” a loud, mocking voice called out from behind me. My jaw clenched tight. I didn't even need to turn around to know it was Devon. He had spotted me from down the hall, and I could only grit my teeth in frustration, knowing very well that he would stop at nothing to hurl another insult at me.Quick steps echoed on the stone floor, and before I could speed up, Devon came forward and clutched my shoulders, forcing me to a complete stop. “Quit running away, cousin,” he drawled with a lazy smirk.I instantly slapped his hands off my body, glaring straight into his eyes

CHAPTER NINETY: QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED(PART TWO)

CALEB’S POVThe room was suffocatingly quiet.I stood near the edge of the bed, my eyes locked on Ragnar. He returned my gaze with a hard, unreadable expression, his chest rising and falling slowly. The scent of Thalia’s fresh mate mark still hung thick in the air between us, mocking me, burning my throat with every single breath I took.“Why did you ask for her forgiveness, Caleb?” Ragnar asked, breaking the silence first. His deep voice was remarkably calm, almost conversational, which only made my blood boil even hotter.I took a slow step toward him, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. “Why did you dare to mark Thalia forcefully?”Ragnar didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. “It wasn't forceful,” he said smoothly, staring straight into my eyes. “And she is my mate.” Something inside my head snapped.Before my mind could even process the action, I lunged forward, grabbing Ragnar by the collar of his leather shirt and slamming him hard against the stone wall. The heavy thud ech

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