Lahat ng Kabanata ng Two Mates, One Destiny : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 67

FREYAI stood frozen beside the hearth, my bound hands raised defensively between us. The heat from the dying fire pressed against my back, but inside my veins, every drop of blood had turned to ice.Lilith stepped out from behind the tapestry with the easy grace she had practiced since we were children. She shook the hood of her green cloak back, ran a manicured hand through her perfect blonde waves and pulled off her leather gloves one finger at a time. She looked radiant, unbothered and completely out of place in a damp mountain fortress."You really should close your mouth, Freya," Lilith said, her voice dripping with the sweet malice I had endured for years. "You look like an idiot standing there with your jaw on the floor.""What are you doing here?" I managed to ask, forcing the words through a tight throat."Visiting my dear sister, of course." Lilith tossed her gloves onto the oak table, walking around the room as if she owned it. She ran a finger along the polished mantelpie

FREYAThree days inside the stone tower taught me how to measure time by the cold. The fire in the hearth was rarely lit now. Adrian had ordered the servants to bring only the bare minimum of firewood, a calculated petty torment designed to keep me shivering under the thin blankets. The draft from the high iron windows was constant, carrying the damp smell of mountain moss and distant rain. My side had begun to scab over, though the skin around the wound remained red and tender from the trace amounts of silver the blade had left behind.I did not spend those days weeping. I spent them watching the door.Two guards held the shift outside my room. The first was an older Lycan named Garrett, a bitter man with graying hair who spent most of his time leaning against the stone wall and complaining about his knees. The second was Curtis, a young, nervous soldier who had only recently been assigned to the prince's personal guard. Curtis was desperate to prove his worth, his posture always s

FREYAThe roar that tore from Dante’s throat was not human. It was not even the sound of an ordinary wolf. It was the sound of a beast that had crossed a burning mountain to slaughter the men who had dared to touch what belonged to him.Adrian had less than a second to react.The prince dropped the dagger and tried to twist sideways, his own Lycan form surging beneath his skin, but Dante hit him with the force of an oncoming train. The impact sent both males crashing across the walkway, smashing through the wooden railing and rolling into the debris of the ruined outer wall.Stone shattered. Iron bent.Adrian threw his hands up, his claws digging deep into Dante’s silver-furred shoulder, tearing fur and muscle in a spray of dark blood. Dante did not even flinch. He clamped his jaws down onto Adrian’s left arm, shaking his massive head with enough violent power to snap the bone inside the sleeve. Adrian howled, a sound of pure agony that tore through the noise of the battle raging belo

FREYA"Clear!" Sarah shouted.The defibrillator pads hit Damien's chest with a dull, heavy thump. His body lurched off the surgical table, his limbs twitching as the electrical current surged through his muscles. The heart monitor did not change. The flat, high-pitched whine continued to fill the small room, drilling into my ears until my head throbbed with the sound."Nothing," the assistant whispered, his face pale under his surgical mask. "Still in standstill.""Increase the charge to three hundred," Sarah ordered, her voice tight but steady. "Now."Dante let out a low, ragged sound, his hands clawing at the metal rail of the bed. I did not look at him. I could not take my eyes off Damien's face. His lips were turning blue, the ashen color of his skin spreading down to his neck. I gripped his cold hand with both of mine, squeezing with every ounce of strength I had left, trying to send my own life force through his veins.*Breathe,* I commanded him in my mind. *You do not get to le