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Chapter 21Theirs Cassian’s finger moved lower, angling slightly as he pushed inside me slowly, testing the tight give of my body. One finger slid in, then a second one followed, stretching me open. He curled them slightly and began to rub the sensitive front wall in a steady, unyielding rhythm while his thumb stayed anchored against my clit, applying a constant, buzzing pressure. Tight. So wet, Cassian observed through the bond, his internal voice tight with his own struggle for control. And she just keeps getting wetter the more we give her. She’s built for this. Valentino broke our deep kiss, his breathing ragged as he stayed close, watching every tiny shift of expression on my face. His hand wrapped firmly around his own length, stroking himself once, a slow, heavy motion that showed just how close he was to the edge. We take our absolute time, Valentino commanded through the link, his thoughts sharp and demanding. I want to feel her completely fall apa

CHAPTER 23The PlanThe Academy was dead quiet that night. Most of the students were already locked away in their dorms, resting or panicking ahead of the Showcase. The grand stone hallways were eerie and empty, stripped of their usual daytime noise.However, deep beneath the eastern wing of the main building, two people were still wide awake. Inspector Brody stood over a massive wooden table cluttered with yellowed maps, old Academy records, and secret security files. Across from him stood a woman wrapped in a long, high-collared black coat. She looked nothing like an Academy teacher. Her silver hair was pinned back neatly, and a smooth, pitch-black stone hung from her neck. Her dark eyes were cold, sharp, and entirely unreadable.She was a high-class witch—and Brody had paid a fortune to bring her here for one reason.Elara Bellamy. "Tomorrow," Brody said, resting his thick hands on the map of the central arena, "she will be standing exactly where we want her."Th

Chapter 25The Sand ​The morning horn did not sound like a wake-up call. It sounded like an alarm.​I stood in the shadow of the arched stone tunnel, looking out at the main arena. The sun was hot, baking the red dirt in the middle of the pit. High above us, the wooden stands were packed with hundreds of students, pack leaders, and Council members. ​Up in the royal viewing box, Elena Bellamy sat next to her father. She wore a bright white dress, looking down at the sand with a slow, triumphant smile. A few feet away, standing near the heavy iron control levers, was Inspector Brody. His coat was buttoned tight, his face completely blank.​"Keep your chin up," Valentino whispered beside me. "Do not give Elena the satisfaction of seeing you shake."​"I am trying," I said, my voice barely louder than the hum of the crowd.​Cassian stepped up on my left, his hand brushing against mine. "The moment you cross that threshold, you are on your own physically. But the link stays op

Chapter 27The Lower Wing​Darkness held on longer than it should have.​When my eyes finally opened, the ceiling was low stone, not the open sky of the arena. The air smelled of dust, old iron, and blood. Pain sat deep in every muscle. The golden fire was gone. Only emptiness remained in its place.​Lorenzo’s voice came first, close and rough.​“She is awake.”​Cassian appeared on the left side of the narrow cot. A deep cut ran across his forehead, already half-closed but still dark with dried blood. Valentino stood near the heavy door, one hand pressed against the gash on his thigh.​“How long?” The question came out thin.​“Almost two hours,” Cassian said. “You burned everything you had. Another minute on that sand and your heart would have stopped.”​Lorenzo sat on the edge of the cot. His left sleeve was torn open. A long spear wound cut across his upper arm, bound tight with a strip of cloth that was already turning red again.​“We are in the lower storage wing,” he said. “Old A

Chapter 29 Quiet HoursThe second wave never came. One moment the corridor outside held Brody, the witch, and a line of hunters. The next moment only the broken door and the smell of blood remained. Distant horns sounded from the upper levels of the Academy. Something larger had pulled the Council’s attention away. No one in the small stone room trusted the sudden quiet, but no one had the strength to chase the reason either. Lorenzo still stood in front of my cot for a long time before Cassian finally pushed him into a chair. The movement pulled at the spear wound on his arm. He did not complain. He only sat and watched the empty doorway as if daring it to produce another threat. I felt completely hollow lying there. Every muscle in my body ached. The golden fire that had torn through the arena was gone, leaving only a deep, ringing emptiness. Even turning my head took effort. Through the open mind-link the pain of the three Alphas arrived in dull waves—Lorenzo’s a