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I could feel his excitement at finally being free from his prison, and in celebration, he let out a triumphant howl and then took off running. Confused, I let him lead as we dashed through the trees, our paws pounding the earth. I couldn't make sense of what was happening. He seemed determined to get somewhere and by the time I realised what he wanted, it was too late. He'd blocked me from taking over. I mentally screamed at him to stop, but he barely acknowledged me, focused on his goal. Josette. He wanted to get to her, and nothing else mattered. I tried to reason with him, but he ignored me. I heard my dad mindlink me to get him under control as he chased after us. He has transformed and

Lysithea leaned closer to Ayla, whispering words in a dialect I didn’t recognize. Ayla’s body moved bit in response — a flicker of golden-white beneath her skin like moonlight trapped in flesh. “She’s the bridge,” Lysithea whispered. “A prophecy made flesh.” My mouth went dry. “She’s one part fury, one part fate. Marked by the witches, bound by wolves, and hunted by darkness. And the thing inside her? It’s waking. It’s been waiting. That collapse in the forest… wasn’t from weakness. It was a memory trying to break free.”

"This statue was an offering to the Alpha King from a non-native witch years ago. I sensed something was wrong with it and proceeded to look into it. "Once a target's hair is inserted into the statue, the caster and the target will have their fates switched." My hair stood on end. In my previous life, Sylvia had always been sickly and was constantly coughing. After Dad took her in, her health improved significantly. Now I understand why. Meanwhile, despite being in my prime, my health deteriorated after forming the mate bond. No wonder I'd always blundered during the trials. I had trained hard day and night, yet to no avail.

"You ran from me, little mate. That was a mistake you won't make twice." Fear and anger battled inside Astra as Alaric neared. Had Damon misled her? Or was there something else going on? All she knew for certain was that she was trapped between the Alpha who hated her and the master who wanted to punish her—with her only friend caught somewhere in the middle. Alaric reached out and grabbed her arm, his touch sending electric shocks through her body. "Take care of the others," he told his warriors, nodding toward Kron and his friends. "My mate and I need to have a private conversation."

Sensing my unease, Varyon placed her hand on my thigh, right over the concealed pouch, sending shivers racing through me. I turned slightly toward her, seeking silent reassurance. His earlier words echoed in my mind with unsettling clarity. "You are mine." Before I could collect my thoughts, a woman stumbled into the hall, clearly drunk. Alaric was on his feet instantly, reaching her side. Varyon tensed beside me, her gaze sharp and alert. The woman was slender, with brown features and short hair, wrapped in a black dress. Her vivid red lips stood out starkly against her pale skin. Alaric tried to steady her, but she shoved him away with unexpected strength.

" Alessia's body shuddered, tears flowing down her eyes, and then she slid to the ground. She knew it! He was too soft; he suddenly became gentle, but she didn't even realise he was planning something bigger. She knows. Dante would go to any extent to have her to himself.... That man wouldn't mind caging her and even killing Damon. Yet she ignored all that and still came to him. She caused this. Her cousin was damn right! A night can change everything, and here she was, the world already hating on her. She stood up wobbly and stared at Dante, who seemed unbothered as he took a drag from his cigarette, his usual wicked smirk plastered on his lip. "You bastard!" she yelled angrily, beating his

​"You cannot transform into a wolf—you are pure, untainted strength—but you have the power to break her. To protect the Key until she is ready for the ritual." ​Kael looked at his "father," his heart completely cold. ​Darius didn't know that Kael had already found her. He didn't know that the "monster" he wanted Kael to capture was the same girl who smiled at strangers and drew storm clouds in her notebook. ​"I will bring her to you," Kael said, the massive lie tasting like copper in his mouth. He forced his expression to remain completely blank, burying the sudden, protective urge that flared deep in his chest at the mere thought of delivering me into his father's ruthless hands.

“Is that what you think I was doing?” “What else?" I ask, sarcastically. "Forestry vandalism for sport?” A ghost of amusement curves his mouth. “You talk a lot for someone who couldn’t move.” He is calm. Too calm. His gaze steady. I feel insulted. But step closer anyway. “You’re the future Alpha,” I say softly. “I wonder how that was your grand display?” Now something shifts in his expression. His fingers curls slightly into fist. I feel a brief moment of victory. People nearby quiet without meaning to. The air tightens.

Lucius looked up at me, his gaze sweeping over my damp silver dress like a butcher assessing a carcass. "Old Valerius knew the northern lords would rise the moment he died," Lucius continued, his dry voice cutting through the patter of rain. "So he turned the bride into a vessel. If the alliance holds, the Alphas stay close to her, feeding her their magic to keep the mark dormant, tying their power directly to the Vance throne. And if the northern lords rebel?" He flicked a drop of rainwater off his chin. "You stop feeding her. The mark consumes her core, burns out her pack's bloodline, and leaves the North with a dead Luna and no claim." "He turned her into a siphon," Gabriel whispered, his

It wasn't that he didn't want it to be like what July wanted to do, but he felt the situation didn't fit with someone's presence disorder in front of their apartment. "July, wait! Listen to me– “ another peck came, silencing Alastor's mouth. While the bell continues to ring. The kiss happened to be the longest and most passionate that Alastor could give and do for July. Alastor thinks he has to give July the best satisfaction so they can stop. July opened her eyes because Alastor's kiss was so hot and deep, so different and full of overflowing feelings. July looked at the face of the man who had made her feel touched like this after so long. Now that July's eyes were clearer than ever, Alast