جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

The air in the private chambers grew so toxic it felt like liquid glass slicing down the throat.The temperature plummeted instantly, turning their breaths into freezing plumes of white mist. From Zayden Blackthorn’s chest rose a low, vibrating growl that could shatter a man’s soul. His dark mahogany eyes fractured, bleeding into an unholy, blazing molten-gold fire that struck terror into the hearts of everyone present."The High Council has made its decision," the elder announced, stepping forward with a cold, venomous smirk. "Hand over the human girl for execution... or surrender your throne."Zayden didn’t flinch. He didn’t step back. Instead, a dangerous, arrogant smile touched the edge of his lips—a smile colder than death itself."High Council?" Zayden’s voice was a low, dual-layered rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone walls. "Since when does a pack of old, cowering wolves dictate terms inside my fortress? You speak of a decision, but you forget whose land you are

SerenaThe steaming water battered my skin, beating down on the cold ache that had lodged deep in my bones. I was stripped of the ruined silk, stripped of any illusion of safety, my palms braced flat against the slick tiles. Every time I shut my eyes, the abyss opened beneath my feet, the memory of Isabella’s feral fangs snapping against the dark.Then the air behind me suffocated under sudden, scorching heat.A broad, calloused hand flattened against the curve of my waist.The touch was electric, hot enough to make the falling water feel freezing by comparison. I gasped, trying to arch away from the glass, but the granite weight of Zayden’s body stepped flush against my back. His soaked chest pressed against my trembling shoulders, water cascading over both of us, pinning me in place without using an ounce of bruising force."Stop running," his voice vibrated directly into the shell of my ear, rough and low."Why are you here, Zayden?" My voice broke, tears cutting through the wet sp

Lucian"I gave you one warning," Zayden whispered, every syllable scraped raw with pure, murderous venom. "I told you to stay the fuck away from her. So tell me, brother... why are you breathing beside her bed?"The suffocating weight of his aura bore down on my chest like lead.I didn't move an inch. My gaze stayed locked on the unholy, molten-gold inferno burning in his irises. The last time I had seen that exact shade of unhinged savagery in my brother's eyes, the entire northern bloodline had been wiped from the face of the earth before sunrise, their dens reduced to ash and bone.Night was pacing bare millimeters beneath his skin, ready to rip my throat out right over the mattress.Swallowing the metallic tang of fear rising in my throat, I slowly raised both hands, keeping my palms open."Easy, Zayden," I said, keeping my voice low and steady. "I came to the fortress to find you."Zayden took another slow, heavy step forward, his towering frame blocking the moonlight, his fangs

SerenaWhen Lucian had slipped through the heavy doors of my bedchamber earlier tonight, I wasn't asleep.I had been lying beneath the dark charcoal sheets, my eyes closed, breathing in deliberate, even rhythms. In a fortress crawling with lethal predators, true sleep was an impossible luxury. Every sense had been wired tight, tracking the quiet rustle of the curtains and the faint, uneven drag of his boots on the rug.I heard the raw, broken tremor in his voice when he stopped beside the mattress:"I let my childish pride get in the way. I turned my back on you in that gallery when you needed a friend... and I handed you straight to Isabella’s claws."The bitter guilt in his confession had made my chest ache, but before I could open my eyes, the air had died. The temperature plummeted to freezing, and Zayden’s suffocating, monstrous dominance filled the room. Pinned beneath the blankets, I had listened to the venom dripping from Zayden’s tongue, the absolute terror in Lucian’s postur

The heavy oak doors of Seraphina’s private sitting room clicked shut, but the silence inside was sharp enough to draw blood.Seraphina stood beneath the chandelier, her sweeping velvet robes brushing the stone floor, her face pale with cold fury. Her amber eyes cut across the room, pinning Lucian the moment he crossed the threshold."Have you completely lost your mind, Lucian?"Her voice wasn't loud, but the lethal chill in her tone made the shadows flicker. She closed the distance between them with swift, graceful strides, her gaze raking over the fresh tension in his shoulders and the lingering tremor in his hands."You went into his chambers? After everything Alaric and I warned you about?" Seraphina demanded, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. "He is on the razor’s edge of madness! Night was pacing beneath his skin all night, looking for an excuse to tear through flesh. Your brother could have severed your head before your wolf even opened its eyes, and you walked