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Roses that glowed faintly under the moon grew wild along the stone paths, and the faint hum of magic shimmered through every leaf. Here, the world didn’t demand answers. But tonight, it felt like it demanded him. Allistair sank to his knees near the old white oak at the center, his breath ragged. The moonlight wrapped him in its cold embrace, but it didn’t soothe him. It only made the tears on his face fell more as he sobbed. It glimmered like glass. “Not their son… not their blood…” he whispered. His voice broke into the night like glass shattering on marble. “Then who am I? And Lucifer? How could he think of keeping it a secret from me? He promised me.” He sobbed more.

he says bewildered and worried. "It's Christopher, help me!" I cut the connection, and Christopher pushes me onto the bed. When he's about to get on top of me, someone throws him to the other side of the room. "SHE'S MINE, DON'T TOUCH HER!" Alex shouts furiously, looking at Christopher. "It's your fault for not sealing the mark, you idiot. You emit an irresistible scent for all the unpaired wolves," he says, breathing heavily. Christopher leaves the room, and Alex's gaze fixes on me.

Casper stomped his feet on the ground and yelled hysterically. “We are the Vampires, Royals, cousins, and soulmates. What else do you need for a compatible couple? You are my Queen, picked by the Goddess Sanguis. Charlotte! Come back to our world and accept your fate. I have done so much for you, why can’t you just choose me?” He slashed his arm and stalked towards her dangerously. “You are mine. Even you cannot deny my love for you.” “You have gone crazy. Leave!” Casper kept her head in a place and fed his venom forcefully, Alpha Eric couldn’t lift his claw to save his mate. The high dosage of the concentrated wolfs-bane immobilized his warrior wolf, even he was frozen to the spot in his wo

"You're mine. Even if I have to break your bones and build you back with my name on every piece." Dante knew what this was. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It was hunger. It was possession. It was the kind of obsession that made men monsters. And he was already halfway there. He walked back to the bed, leaned over her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You’ll leave again, won’t you?” He whispered against her ear. “Run to him. To your precious Damon. But I’ll find you, Alessia. I always do. And when I do... you won’t run next time. You’ll crawl.”

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

Maybe there was a spy inside the palace that the Alpha and Luna doesn't know about. “I just can't believe that my foster mother escaped, Alpha Connor. She will do everything to avenge what happened to her, and I know my mother that much.” We are still here in the hallway of the palace when Anastasia uttered those words at me. I stopped walking just to face her. She was staring deep into my eyes and I can't stop myself to be starstruck by her enigmatic hazel eyes. I also wonder why her normal eyes were not the same as her wolf eyes.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

“He was trying to get a reaction out of the pack. He believed that if anyone called you, that you would be leaving the basement to…” “Fuck,” Alvize said, stopping me. I frowned in confusion only to notice that he rushed out of the room without saying a word. My heart raced against my ribcage, and it wasn’t until I heard low growls rumbling through the walls of the Estate that I understood and realized what happened. The fucking Lycan had set the demon free…

I walked over and shut the door but when I turned Antonia stood there with tears welling in her eyes, “he’s going to be so hurt by all this, he loves her already and she’s his mate, why, why did she do it again, she was good, wasn’t she.” My heart broke as a tear fell from her beautiful big brown eyes, my arms wrapped around her, keeping my voice calm, “I can help her again, but only when she really wants it, it will take time now for that to happen.” She looked up at me, “she said he, who is he?” I bit my bottom lip, “Abaddon, he’s a fallen angel, he’s the exact opposite of me, he’s destruction and chaos, he feeds on their torment, fears, leads them to destroying themselves so their souls w

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.”