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Mira landed gracefully beside him. He groaned. “That feels unfair.” Mira adjusted her jacket. “Life has always been unfair.” “We’re dead.” “Exactly.” A casino surrounded them. Slot machines moved on their own. Coins spilled onto blood-covered floors. A screen flashed. WIN THE GAME Noah looked panicked. “What game?!” Mira smiled slightly. “Now that…” She stared at the moving machines. “…sounds interesting.” Noah looked sick. “That sentence concerns me.” Elsewhere— Tess crashed into a dark warehouse.

She paused before the great doors of the Luna’s chamber — her chamber — and pushed them open. Inside, the air was cool, perfumed faintly with jasmine and blood. The room shimmered with beauty: silken curtains, glass vials glowing faintly with potion light, an altar carved with the sigil of the Blood Moon. But at the center of it all stood a mirror — tall, ancient, and rimmed in silver etched with runes. Her reflection stared back: flawless, radiant, untouchable. And utterly false. Mona’s smile faltered. Slowly, she lifted her hand and pressed her palm to the glass. It rippled like water, revealing faint shapes beneath the surface — whispers of memory she tried every night to forget.

“Seen anything good in the glass? I saw you looking back there. Did you like what you saw? Ruling beside the prince? Or maybe back in bed with your rebel boy?” I grit my teeth. “Why are you here?” “Same reason as you.” Her smile is sharp. “To win.” Then something moves behind her. Another girl. I can’t quite remember her name—just that she’s one of the quieter contestants. She’s pale, trembling, eyes locked on the mirrors like she’s seeing something no one else can. Her fingers touch the glass. “Hey—don’t—” I start. But it’s too late. The mirror ripples like water. The girl gasps, but she’s already halfway through.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

"To be transparent with you, Alpha Killian, I don't think there's just one answer to this riddle. It's a trick. I think my brother is right, fated mates or the bond fated mates share could be the answer. But only to part of the riddle. Not everyone wants a fated mate. Most werewolves don't even want a mate bond. But everyone wants some type of love in their life. And both love and a mate bond can strengthen someone, but it can bring them to their knees. Like I said, there's no one answer to the riddle. Unless you're an egotistical man who believes everyone wants power. That's definitely something you can feel but not touch. It is both sought after and feared. And, when power goes to your hea

Inside: a single glossy card the color of crushed silver. No text. Just a shattered mirror engraved with a symbol she hadn’t seen in years: ∞ But she knew it. Everyone in her world knew it. The Mirror. A rumored space. A place whispered about in late-night DMs and post-orgasm come-downs. Not a bar. Not a dungeon. Something older. Wilder. Exclusive beyond comprehension. Where the most powerful doms went to be unmade—or to prove they could never be. She turned the card over. On the back, in blood-colored ink:

Chortling, Reigna said, “That’s not a mirror, Beastie. You really have forgotten things, huh! Well anyway, we call it the challenger because every time you enter here, you can’t go to a premise you desired unless you win the challenge.” “Challenge?” “Just wait and see.” The mirror flickered, its surface rounding in a heap that Blame had to close her eyes to stop herself from being swayed by it. Then from the disturbance came a silky female voice. “You dared venture to my dimension. Now you’ll rot here if you lose. Answer my question correctly, and I shall let you pass.” Blame’s heart started drumming, so as Reigna’s. “Oh my! Why does it have to be a question? I’m sorry, Beastie, but I’m not

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.