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Tears blurred my vision as I hovered over Lucian.The man I loved lay motionless on the cold stone floor, chains still locked around his wrists, his chest barely rising. Grief and terror crashed through me as the first tears slipped free and fell onto his skin.“Lucian… please wake up,” I whispered, voice trembling. “What am I supposed to do now? Please… just wake up.”Silence answered me.“No…” The word cracked. Then louder, raw with rising panic and grief: “No—”A scream tore out of me, long and broken, echoing off the walls of the chamber.“Nooooooo!”My head snapped backward as the sound ripped from my throat. In the middle of the cry something deeper took hold. My voice thickened, deepened, transforming mid-scream into a powerful, resonant growl that vibrated through my entire body. The last of my human shape gave way all at once.Bones shifted and reformed with sharp, electric force. Silver-gray fur erupted across my skin in a rapid wave. My limbs lengthened and changed, claws f

Lucian POVThe moment her hand touched my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts, a rough moan tore out of me—louder and more desperate than I expected.“Oh fuck… Eleanor… fuck—”She closed her eyes almost immediately, as if the reality of what she was doing was too much to face, and kept rubbing her palm along the hard length of me. The strokes began slow, uncertain, almost shy—yet the heat of her hand, even through the thin fabric of my nearly ruined shorts, was enough to short-circuit every coherent thought in my head. My hips jerked forward of their own accord, chasing more of that contact.“Oh yes… yes… yes,” I whispered, the words spilling from me as my head tipped back for a heartbeat. The feel of her touching me like this was shattering every coherent thought. I had ached for this for so long it had become a physical pain—her kissing me without reservation, her hands on me just like this. And now that she was finally here, trembling against me, all I could think about was s

Eleanor POVI sat on the edge of my bed, waiting while Zita prepared the bath even though I had told her not to bother. She had insisted, her voice gentle but firm, and I hadn’t possessed the strength to argue. The quiet of the room settled heavily around me, giving my thoughts far too much space to wander—and they went straight back to him.Everything that had just happened with Lucian refused to leave my mind.I had been so completely drawn to him that the rest of the world had simply disappeared. In those charged minutes against the wall I had forgotten the fear, the questions, the constant urge to run. All that had remained was the heat of his body and the desperate, startling need for more. I had wanted him inside me. I had wanted him to take what I had kept untouched my entire life without a second thought, without hesitation. I had wanted to feel every part of him under my skin, filling the hollow ache that had opened inside me the moment he first kissed me like that. The inten

“Why would the Moon Goddess punish him so brutally? I don’t think Lucian deserved it,” I asked, my voice barely steady. “I mean, the pain was unbearable. Isn’t there another way to stop it?”Zita’s expression softened with a quiet, heavy sadness. She looked down at our joined hands for a moment before answering. “Of course there is a way. And that is why you are here.”“What do you mean?”“He needs a child from his fated mate,” she said gently, almost carefully. “That is the only thing that can break the curse.”The words landed like a physical blow to the chest.“What?”“Yes.”“Oh my God…” I whispered.Everything began falling into place with painful, undeniable clarity—the urgency in his voice, the way he had insisted I stay, the hunger in his eyes that always seemed mixed with something darker and more desperate. The reason Lucian wanted me here so badly was because of the curse living in his heart. I was the key to ending it.Zita squeezed my hands firmly, as if she could already

He stared at me for a long while, the silence stretching tight and heavy between us, before he finally spoke.“How much do you hate me?”The question caught me completely off guard. Hate him? The word felt wrong in my chest. If anything, I was already falling for him—more deeply and more helplessly than I knew how to handle. The thought alone made my throat tighten.“What do you mean?” I asked carefully, my voice quieter than I intended.“You know what I mean.” His tone was low, almost tired, as if he had carried the weight of this conversation for a long time. “How much do you hate me… for what I did to him?”I shook my head slowly. “I don’t hate you, Lucian. I never truly hated you—not the way I told myself I should. I just… I need to understand. Why did you kill my father? What really happened that day?”He lifted his glass, took another slow sip of whiskey, then set it down with deliberate care. When he looked at me again, something heavy and old lived in his eyes—grief, anger, an