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Alastor growled impatiently. "Only a kiss. Do not touch me." My heart was bleeding. Marcel, please forgive me. Lisa began to sing. Her voice was melodious. The lyrics was gripping at my heart, tugging at my soul. She was asking me to hold on. But I leaned in. And I kissed Alastor's lips. He groaned, grabbing my waist. "You taste so freaking good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you." I was disgusted, but I didn't let it show.

Dominic had managed to pin Alissa down, the golden heat of his Alpha form pressing against my body, and for a small second, I broke through. I clawed my way to the surface and only managed to whisper his name before Alissa pulled me back under, but that was all it took to offset him, something I didn’t mean to do. And with that distraction, Alissa lit a fire in my palm and blasted him across the villa before running away And she took me with her. We ran for hours through the forest. The moon played tag through the trees, and the cold wind bit at my skin—except it wasn’t my skin anymore. My soul trembled behind invisible glass, dragged along by my new puppet master.

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ I can't get over that night. Over the way he held me. Grabbed me like I was some kind of thing. Like I wasn't even human. It baffles me because this person used to be my best friend—my first love—and now I can't see him as anything more than a monster. “Nyssa!” I bolted upright in my chair before looking up at Ronan. “Oh, I'm sorry. Did you need anything?”

“Today, we honor the union between the Skybound Pack and the Dragon Rider Pack, forged not only through alliance but through blood.” I braced myself. My lips parted, ready to meet the moment as I prayed to the moon goddess. Perhaps she finally heard my plea. “Anastasia,” my father declared, voice echoing, “you are to be wed to Enzo Marcelo, the firstborn son of Alpha Ronan.” The air left my lungs, and my eyes widened. Enzo? Not Ezekiel. The cold one. The unreadable one. The one who hadn’t looked at me like I was his universe unraveling.

Right then, a guard rushed in with panic written across his face. "Alpha, bad news! Lisa escaped from the dungeon. She's heading toward the border!" I frowned. The border was where Black Wood Pack territory met the land of the vampires. What was Lisa doing there? I immediately led a group of warriors toward the border. When we arrived, Lisa was standing beneath the moonlight. She was surrounded by several pale figures cloaked in enormous black capes. Vampires? She had allied with vampires! "Freya, do you think you've won? If I can't have something, neither can you.

A soft gasp slipped out of me. Victor’s pupils blew wide, gold swallowing the black. His voice dropped to a growl that vibrated in my bones. “Tell me you don’t feel it, Elena.” I couldn’t lie. Not with his skin on mine. Not with that thread between us humming like a live wire. I felt it. God help me, I felt it. And then the door burst open again. Not Damien this time. Three huge guys in black jackets stormed in, eyes glowing the same amber as Damien’s had. One of them locked on me and snarled, “The girl comes with us. Alpha’s orders.”

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace, leaving my mate Alpha Rene Beck to believe I was dead. Now I've been found. And Rene isn't the young man I left behind anymore. He's stronger. Colder. Crueler. More dangerous. The kind of Alpha who can command a room with a single look, and make my body remember exactly what it felt like to belong to him. But for him now, I am just his runaway mate who shattered him and vanished without explanation. And he is just the Alpha who calls my 4 years old boy a bastard, who has no idea he's looking at his own flesh and blood. He drags us back to his pack and informs me that in four months he's marrying my half-sister, the woman who helped ruin my

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

"I told you that you were mine. No blind Alpha is here to save you now" Jace backed up until his heels hovered over the empty air above the roaring torrent. Tears spilled down his pale cheeks as he clutched his white rags over his chest...there were obvious injuries that had turned his white rags into red. "Please... stay away from me!" he sobbed. "Don't make this difficult," she chuckled, extending a sharp claw to brush his trembling jaw. "Your heat smells divine... and I'm going to mark you right here". At that exact moment, high up on the mountain estate, something inside Elias shattered completely.

I asked when her hand tightened around mine. She nodded her head, and I immediately willed our bodies to be sucked into limbo, landing on the foot of Alastor’s massive bed. Four females were around him, each of them sucking a part of his body. Alastor pushed the female nearest to him, and the other scampered away, hissing at the disturbance, while the demon prince’s eyes were blazing with fire as he looked at me. "[Who gave you the right to enter this tower?]" He snarled, his demon fangs erupting from his gums.