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Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

I blurted out. I bought you for a night, anyhow your bare teated shouldn't be an issue to you," he responded coldly with his deep voice, not moved by what I said. I folded my knuckles, trying to control my temper. The urge to strangle him was all over me. "The gown fits you perfectly, are you aware of that?" He smirked, coming close to me. I noticed how huge he was, tall, strong, cold, arrogant, controlling, and possessive. I could see his thick black hair styled and jelled backward, sharp chiseled jawline, dark blue eyes, and inked fingers, hands, and chest.

Riley was convicted of attempted homicide and sentenced to a lifetime in prison. When we made it to the North Point research station, the sky was lit up by a spectacular aurora that dyed everything it touched in a green hue. Caleb stood beneath the starry sky and offered his hand to me. I didn't hesitate as I stepped forward and took his hand.

Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made. At the far end of the table sat Chancellor Dawson, the lone human among Lycans. His thin fingers were clasped tightly together atop a stack of papers, his expression carefully composed. Yet, the faint tang of fear rolling off him was impossible to miss. Orion took his seat at the head of the table. "Let's begin." Caspian's smirk deepened. "You're late, Orion." Orion shot him a sidelong glance. "And yet, I'm still the one you waited for."

Dawn came cold and grey with a smell in the air that said the snow was finally going to fall, maybe today, maybe tonight, but soon enough that you could feel it pressing down from the sky that hadn’t quite decided to let it go yet. Nyx woke before the sun rose and lay in the dark of the room she’d been given, separate from Theron’s but connected by a door that stayed closed because they weren’t marked yet and tradition still mattered even when you were about to break half of it. She could hear the city waking up beyond the window, early risers and merchants and guards changing shifts, all the ordinary sounds of a city that was about to witness something very not ordinary.

It sizzled, rejecting the offering like spit on a hot spider. "Damn it!" Vida screamed, sweeping a stack of crystals off the table. They shattered on the floor. "It won't take the blood! It's locked!" "Then unlock it," Daxon growled from the fireplace. He was leaning against the mantle, nursing a tumbler of bourbon that he was refilling for the third time in an hour. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the angry red scar of the blood rune on his chest. He looked like a man holding onto sanity by his fingernails.

I’m just surrounded by people who think a pussy makes you brainless. I traced the pendant with my thumb and felt the faint warmth inside. The gem shifted colors under the bathroom light, blues bleeding into violent purples, silver sparks flickering like trapped lightning. This wasn’t just jewelry. This was a fucking war chest. The Obsidian Veil auctioned for more money than most crime families see in a decade, now hanging around my neck like a noose made of diamonds and promises. Who the hell are you, Dax Blackthorne? The question clawed at me.

The white walls began to turn black and the mirror started blurring until such time everything was pitch black. I opened my eyes and Seth's hand was still gripping my neck, but this time I didn't feel weak; I felt ignited as if the mask had given me strength. I tried to reach my thigh, the one that has been scorching all this time. I felt a rectangular object inside my pocket, it was my grandma’s tarot cards and it had been radiating with power all this time.

I smile at him and hug him on the side, he pushes me away to walk to the fridge. I enter the medium-sized bedroom and Ophelia resurfaces, to look at the place we'd be staying for a while. I turn back to close the door and see Ethan standing there with a glass of water in his hands, his knitted his brows together, and I realize that my eyes must be glowing red right now, I quiet down Ophelia and blink a couple of times and take the drink from his hand. "Dawn, could you please tell me why are your eyes black?"......Oh shit, .......Mage

, Dawn corrected “I don’t think I could ever forgive them for what they did” “I don’t blame you”, Lena said. She’d be the exact same way if she was in Dawn’s shoes. The twenty one year old continued painting her nails while Dawn selected a colour for her own fingers and toes. “You know that colour really does suit you”, she remarked, shaking the bottle of metallic burnt orange. “Thanks”, Lena said, dipping the brush back into the bottle so she could finish off her left hand “see you’ve gone for the orange”. “Yeah, thought I would try something a little different”, Dawn explained. Whenever she had done her nails, it was either black or dark purple. She just started to unscrew the bottle when