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Lucian POV I dragged a still-tipsy Valeria into my office, one arm locked around her waist to keep her upright. The sharp, sweet scent of champagne clung to her skin and hair, mixing with the faint perfume she always wore. I ordered one of the servants to bring water immediately. The heavy door shut behind us with a solid, final click that echoed in the quiet room.I guided her toward the large leather sofa in my office. The moment the cushions sank beneath her, her arms locked tightly around my neck. Her body pressed against mine, soft and unsteady, her face burying itself in the crook of my shoulder.“Lucian… please stay with me,” she murmured, the words thick and pleading. Her fingers dug into the back of my shirt as if she were afraid I might vanish the second she loosened her grip.“Valeria, get yourself together and let go.”Instead of releasing me, she tilted her face up. Her eyes were glassy, lashes clumped with unshed tears, lips already parted. “Kiss me first.”The sight of

We returned to the house in silence. I carried Eleanor straight to my room and laid her carefully on the wide bed, easing her head onto the pillow as if any sudden movement might break her. The moment her body settled against the sheets, I turned to Zita.“Zita, call the house doctor. Now.” My voice left no room for delay. “And tell Ray to bring a bowl of warm water and clean towels. I want her cleaned up.”Zita nodded once and hurried out, the door closing softly behind her.I sat on the edge of the bed and took one of Eleanor’s hands in both of mine. Her skin was cold. Far too cold. I raised her hand to my lips and pressed a slow, lingering kiss against her knuckles, breathing in the faint scent of earth and little blood that still clung to her.“Oh, Eleanor…” I whispered, the words barely sound. “Please stay with me. Please.”The sight of her lying there—pale, motionless, her clothes torn and ruined—made something inside my chest break. I knew she had somehow taken down all six wol

That night, the doctor came to examine Eleanor again, but there was still no progress. I was so frustrated and worried that I couldn’t sleep.All night, I sat in the chair beside her bed, watching her. After carefully applying the potion the doctor had given me to her arms, neck, and face, I remained there, unable to close my eyes for more than a few seconds at a time.The room stayed quiet, filled only by the soft sound of her breathing. I kept watching her, hoping—praying—that the Moon Goddess would bring Eleanor back to me.When the first pale light of morning finally filtered through the curtains, I stood up slowly. My body felt stiff from the long hours of sitting. I glanced at her one more time before walking into the bathroom and turning on the taps.The warm water filled the tub quickly. I sank into it, letting the heat wrap around my tense muscles. For a while I simply sat there, eyes closed, trying to steady my thoughts. Then I reached outward through the mate bond, searchin

That night the pain returned with a vengeance.A sharp, brutal force slammed into my chest so suddenly that I nearly doubled over. I reached for the small vial of antidote I always kept nearby, uncorked it with unsteady hands, and drank. The familiar bitter taste spread across my tongue. Only then did I make my way to the armchair near the fireplace and lower myself into it, breathing carefully while I waited for the worst of the agony to ease.It had been years since the curse first took root in my heart.I still remembered that night with perfect clarity.I had gone into the forest alone to prepare for a sacred ritual. No one knew except the elders and Aries—I had left him in charge of the pack while I was away. I was at my most vulnerable, focused entirely on the rites, when they came.They surrounded me without warning. First in human form, then shifting into wolves as they attacked from every side. There were too many of them. Blades and claws tore into my body. Blood ran freely

I woke with a sharp gasp, my heart slamming against my ribs as if I had been running for miles. For a second the golden field still lingered behind my eyes—then it vanished, leaving only the dim quiet of the bedroom.I sat up quickly and turned.Lucian lay beside me on the bed, his hand still locked tightly around mine. His entire body was shaking and vibrating violently. A thin stream of blood ran from his nose, trailing down over his lip and dripping onto the pillow.“Lucian!”I scrambled toward him on my knees, both hands flying to his chest, then his arms, then finally cupping his face. His skin felt fever-hot and clammy at the same time.“Listen to me—what’s wrong? Please wake up. Wake up!” My voice cracked as panic flooded me. “Somebody help!”I shook him gently at first, then harder when he didn’t respond. Tears stung my eyes as I watched him trapped in whatever was tearing through him.Then something deep inside me—something that didn’t feel entirely like my own voice—rose up