my only anchor in this crumbling world

The solar was filled with the scent of dried lavender flowers and the sharp bite of the mountain air blowing in through the open, high windows.In the lower courtyard, there were sounds of horses’ armored hooves and the clinking of supply wagons being carried by the southern escort. There were fifty northern huskarls ready in full iron gear, saddling their horses and preparing to carry the heir of the south beyond the Dragon’s Spine.It was deathly quiet inside the chamber.I sat on the edge of the low settee, hugging my son tightly to my chest. His small body was swathed in thick layers of quilted white wool and ermine furs, his little face warm and pink in the cold air. He was almost eleven months old, he did not understand any council decrees or the blood borders that separated the north from the south. All he could do was babble meaningless syllables, playing with the silver chain of the Tear of Elyra around my neck.A sharp sob tore from my throat before I managed to stop myself

Huling Na-update : 2026-09-30

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How about that child?

Serena's POVBlack mold, stagnant water, and decaying straw. That was how the dungeons of Valemont smelled.It was two long, agonizing days since the massive iron gates squealed loudly for the arrival of Kael, his heir, along with his northern escort, into this fortress. Through the narrow slit windows of my underground cell, I could clearly hear the pounding hooves, the blast of southern horns, and the victorious shouts of this fortress' soldiers welcoming their Alpha back.Along with the bastard.Leo.Clutching handfuls of wet straw in my fists, I bit down hard into my nails while listening to them tear across the slimy stone floor.For years, I had dressed in fine robes and delicate silks, and I had played the innocent woman before everyone’s eyes while quietly weaving the threads that would eventually bring me to the top.I enjoyed the top for a few months, and I know that is exactly where I want to stay.This means I have to kill her. The one who brought me down from the top whe

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-01

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I will fetch the boy myself

Saint Patrick's POVThe dampness of the lower levels was my good old friend.For weeks, the cold slime of these stone slabs and the constant dripping of the river water had counted off my hours in captivity. To the fools of Valemont; Kael and his dull-witted council, I was merely a rogue alchemist captured by the royal guard and sentenced to death by burning on the pyre.But they never grasped the fact that a cage is only a cage if you don't have patience enough to wait for your prey to walk into it.Just beyond the corridor, in her own rusty metal cell, Serena was pacing like a rabid fox in a trap. She was gasping, gnawing on the rotten straw on her floor. She was utterly mad, drowning in the vinegar of her crushed ambition.Pathetic creature.She truly believed that I cared about her petty grievances. She believed that this entire plan was created to bring Aria to her vengeance. She planned to kill her with a jeweled dagger.I gave a mock smile in the dark.I did not care about Sere

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-01

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The game was set

The stone spiral of the eastern turret was thick with the scent of pitch and old tallow. Following me in absolute silence, Torvin led Serena toward the high parapet. She pressed her wounded palm against her heart, breathing erratically and unevenly. With every step, her wild eyes glanced at me in the dim light of the torches, seeking confirmation in my look.She didn't see the threads strangling her neck.For her, tonight was nothing but the fulfillment of a personal revenge vendetta against a maid who dared to outshine her. For me, it was just a move in a big chess game. The pack in the south, the throne in the north, the broken promises made on broken alters, it all wasn't as important as the power dormant in the nursery upstairs."The gatehouse door is unlocked," Torvin rasped from the landing, withered fingers pointing at the heavy oak door that led to the outer wall. "The wind blows from the west. Once the flame touches the roof of the armory, the smoke will blind the courtyard

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-02

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He never leaves us again

Aria’s POVThe morning frost had barely started to melt on the northern walls when the message came.I was in the royal conservatory, staring out at the weak rays of the northern sun struggling to reach me through the tall glass windows. In my hands, there was a wooden stag that Leo left on the hearth rug. I had decided to keep it for him for when he had grown big enough to walk. It was worn out by the teething baby's gums; it smelled faintly of dried chamomile and lavender water that his maid used to wash his clothes.Each hour since the southern escort left, the thick castle gates felt hollow and ached inside my chest, the ache that no crown could mend.The heavy rattling of iron boots in the stone passage interrupted my thoughts.Torak burst into the double archway without even knocking. His face was ashen under his helmet, and his leather brigandine was streaked with the smell of horse sweat and road slush. He did not kneel but held out to me a crumpled, blood-stained wax cylinde

Huling Na-update : 2026-10-02

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 185

my only anchor in this crumbling world

How about that child?

I will fetch the boy myself

The game was set

He never leaves us again