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I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

It was a conduit of pain, a two-way street that had been used to drain her. If you want my blood, Zilo, then take all of it, Sofia thought, her eyes snapping open. They weren't violet anymore; they were a blinding, terrifying white. She grabbed Zack’s wrists, her fingers digging into his flesh with a strength that wasn't hers. She didn't push him away. She pulled him closer, opening the floodgates of her own suffering. She focused on every second of the Blood Union, every ounce of the betrayal she had felt from Phuwin, and every scream she had ever stifled in the dark. She took all that concentrated, psychic agony and "fired" it directly through the Mark and into Zack’s nervous system.

The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I trusted him. I trusted her. I gave them all I had left. Eventually, I pulled myself off the floor and reached for another bottle. I opened it and drank straight from the top. It burned going down, but at least it made me feel something different. I took another swig. And then another. The numbness was starting to settle in, which honestly felt like a relief.

"After we've dealt with whatever the blood moon brings. I'm marking you. Making you mine in front of everyone. No more waiting, no more delays." "Promise?" I asked. "I swear it," he said. "By the moon goddess herself, I swear I'm making you my mate tonight." And looking into his silver eyes, feeling the truth of his words through our bond, I believed him. Tonight, one way or another, everything would change. The blood moon was rising. And I was ready to face whatever it brought. With my mate beside me. Where I belonged.

Movement near the tree line, two figures standing close together talking quietly. I squinted. Who would be meeting in secret like that? My blood ran cold when I recognized them, lord Rowan and Seraphina. What in God's name was she doing talking to him? Lord Rowan. The disgrace of the council. The noble who had betrayed his own kind by supporting his daughter's marriage to a werewolf. The man who reeked of shame and dishonour. And now he was whispering to Seraphina, my brother's wife and the Luna.

Zoe whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer. Nyx’s gaze grew darker. “He will know you by your aura, and his interest will be apparent soon. But remember, Zoe, not all who appear as allies are true. There is one among you at Nighthaven who will betray your trust - a betrayal that will shake the very foundations of this place. Be vigilant, for this betrayal will open the gates to chaos.”

His breath was so bad, she puked. She saw him raise his other hand and she knew it was to slash her neck and finish off the business. It would be over then. Her eyes closed as she waited for it. Death. One, Two, Three, A low, yet pissed snarl echoed into the night and she opened her eyes again, feeling the wolf's hold on her loosen and she dropped to the ground as they all focused their attention on the intruder. Growls sounded and she followed their gaze to the huge beast that stood in front. Dark furs, dark eyes, he almost completely blended into the night.

It was a beautiful Victorian two-story brick home, but what confused me that there was a car in the driveway that one isn’t his and two looked familiar to me but why. The front door was locked but I knew where he keeps a spare key. I walked up the stairs toward his room hearing moaning and other things that already gave me a bad feeling to my stomach, and when I open the door, I was about ready to throw up. I see a blonde hair woman on top of Daquan, and what was worse this woman was the one who abused me for most of my life. Why would the gut that was supposed to love me be having sex with my so-called Aunt Raphaela. I didn’t know what to say so I slammed the door needing to get out of ther

a groggy voice said. "Mmmm" I moaned as I reached my dream man’s waistband, my fingers slipped under them. Consciousness reared its ugly head and my eyes flew open in horror as I found myself cozied up next to Gabriel, my hand halfway down his underwear. I pulled my hand out quickly as though I had burnt it on a hot element and I pushed him away from me.