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He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood. Realizing there was nothing more he could gain from her impaired memory, King Kaelric turned to leave. “If you're done asking your questions, can I proceed to ask mine?” Her audacity made him stop, his anger fuming but he remained silent and ignored her, unsheding the curtains. “If you choose to ignore me—” Elira began, feigning bravery as she grabbed the steel needle used to penetrate her and aimed it at her stomach. “—I’ll kill the baby.”

But he continued to advance, his step matching mine and yet still walking closer. *My back hit a tree, and Zach was suddenly inches away from me, caging me in between his body and the tree behind me. He pulled his hood down, revealing blue eyes that made my breath hitch. He leaned in closer, so close that I could feel his breath mixing in with my own. The air went cold, sending a shiver to shoot up and down my spine and making my skin crawl.* *I looked into his eyes, but they were not looking back into mine. Instead, they were downcast. Down at my lips. His once electric blue eyes were darkened, with a predatory and hunger mixed glint deep within their depths.*

“It’s already begun.” To be continued in Chapter Eighteen: Part One – “Blood of the Moon, Heir of the Void”

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

The room was dim but bright enough that the light fell on Chantelle’s face. And the boy beside her…with his body tucked protectively against hers. She looked up when I burst in, her eyes wide with fear. But that fear dissolved to relief when she saw it was me but that relief soon gave way to something else…guilt. Any doubt I had about the boy evaporated. He can’t be…my son? She looked away pulling the boy closer. Lurane’s goon was right behind me and at Lurane’s command, he went forward to untie Chantelle and the boy. He straightened and turned to Lurane with a frown.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

End of Book One . BOOK TWO : THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY

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“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.