The night I died, the moon refused to look at me.It vanished behind restless clouds, its silver glow swallowed whole before it could touch the earth, as though even the Moon Goddess could not bear witness to what was about to unfold. The sky hung unnaturally heavy above the Violet Pack, the air too still, too quiet, like the entire world was holding its breath.I should have understood then.I should have listened to the sharp unease tightening in my chest, to the instinct clawing at me that something was deeply, terribly wrong.I should have run.But I didn’t.Because I loved him.Because I had spent years believing love meant loyalty. Sacrifice. Patience. I believed that if I gave enough of myself, trusted deeply enough, endured quietly enough, I would always have a place beside him.I believed in Kaelen Varkor.And that belief became the cruelest mistake of my life.The grand hall shimmered with gold and candlelight, polished marble reflecting the warm brilliance of crystal chande
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