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“W-what are you doing?” “…Of Sylrune Pack reject you, Zarelia Drakonis, daughter of the late Alpha, Orion as my mate and Luna.” ~ ~ ~ My wrist burned where the silver chains rubbed against my sore, raw flesh making me wince. My prison cell reeked of piss, rust, blood, and what I suspected to be decaying bodies. Every time I inhaled, I could taste the mixture of these horrid smells on my tongue and it made bile rise to my throat each time.

"What do I protect?" The stray didn't answer directly. Instead he leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded now. Then... He spoke. Slow. Broken slightly by the blood in his mouth. Deliberate. "When the moon forgets its chosen light..." Damian didn't move. His brows pulled together slightly. "The Alpha walks beside his truth in blindness..." The lantern flame flickered. Shadows stretched across the walls. "She will rise where no crown was placed." Silence.

“He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!” “Compassion?!” Alastor laughed even louder. “He's not my child! Compassion? (spits out harshly) Don't be ridiculous. That child will threaten my throne!” Ben stared silently at Alastor. Alastor was overcome with anger, envy, and jealousy. He couldn't be persuaded by anything. He wondered how he could reach Cyrus. Even though he was a wizard, werewolves possessed incredible strength and speed. He would be caught before he could reach Cyrus. Dal moved forward, but Ben blocked him.

I called her name again, but the moaning and the whimpers didn’t stop. Patrea came and grabbed the phone. I wanted not to give it to her, but her force was too strong, and she was able to take it from me. “Althea!” She yelled. Her eyes watered as she looked at Lucius. They stared at each other, and I was sure they were communicating through their mental connection. A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth as he took the phone from her. “Let me introduce you to the underworld’s prince of deception, Alastor of Athwart.”

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”

Her soft cries provided joy to the couple, letting them forget all the burden put on their shoulders. Unfortunately, the joyous moment they shared didn’t last that long. The Emperor of Heaven hunted them down and showed them no mercy. The terrified faces of the couple undoubtedly satisfied the enraged man standing meters away from them. Alois draws out his Celestine sword and swings it up in the air, aiming for the chest of the Alpha wolf Louis. Callista tried to save her husband and covered him using her body and ended up getting stabbed by the opponent. She is bathing in her own blood and her body lied lifeless on the cold wooden floor.

“Alpha Aslan marched into the Gray Stone pack with Red Moon’s army and took control of it. Alpha Cage and his entire family were wiped out.” Axel muttered under his breath as Liev trailed his hands through his electrified hair, trying to calm it down—a side effect of overusing charms. I wasn’t proactive unless necessary, but I was always watching everything. Watching every move. This was just the start. The fucking apocalypse would begin tomorrow at the banquet in my packhouse. Aslan better not disappoint.

Luna arrives mid-morning with supplies and news from town—the strange phenomena have intensified overnight, with multiple reports of shadow figures now physically interacting with objects and people, in one case shattering all the windows in a harborside restaurant. "The hospital has admitted six people with what they're calling 'acute stress responses,'" she reports. "But from the symptoms described, it sounds more like direct contact with corrupted energy—disorientation, paranoia, physical weakness." "The barrier is failing faster than anticipated," Cain says grimly. "We need to be prepared for significant manifestations during the ritual itself." By nightfall, we're as ready as we can be.

She says back. Azraiel turns around and gives a mean stare to everyone present there, and then steps aside. Charlotte takes a step forward and the first ones She notices are the ones that spoke. The blond woman has purple eyes, so she could be a witch. The black man that slipped forward has red eyes. So he could be a werewolf like Nicholas or a vampire maybe. “By Alpha do you mean me?” She half expected to choke on her own saliva but surprisingly she didn’t. “Yes, Alpha. “The blond woman says.

But the house wasn’t done. When the walls moved again, I found myself alone in a small, windowless room deep in Thornwood’s heart. The altar from days ago stood before me, stained and humming. My blood sang in response, emerald light glowing faintly under my skin. A single whisper slithered through the stone: Choose, vessel. Them or us. I collapsed to my knees, cum from all three Alphas leaking down my thighs, body spent and mind reeling. The hidden pill and blade felt like burning brands.