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he drawled, winking. She set her jaw, focusing on the machine in her hands. “Hold still. Or I’ll make you regret it.” Ace chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, I like you more every minute.” The buzz of the machine filled the room, a sound both terrifying and familiar. Her chest tightened with memory… long nights bent over a practice skin at the shop, her mentor barking critiques, the quiet pride of watching clean lines bloom under her needle. She hadn’t thought she’d ever touch one of these machines again. And now here she was, in a biker’s den, about to lay ink into a man who killed without blinking. The absurdity made her want to laugh and cry all at once.

That just proves there is a bond pulling us together, the inevitable ruin of us both. They say desire is the first sin and the last salvation and I was born of it. I've taken lovers, souls,even kingdoms and none of it has ever filled the emptiness she now inhabits. I see her when I close my eyes even feel her heartbeat like my own, and in my dreams she calls out my name the sound of it on her lips will be the end of me. A shadow moves behind me, it is Theron, my most loyal general. He was once a god of time and decay and now he was bound to me by blood and choice. His eyes burn crimson and his armor gleams in the light.

“Haven’t you caused enough pain already? Wasn’t it enough that your poor mother gave her life for you? She died bringing you into this world, and now you repay her sacrifice by dragging shame to this family?” The words cut deep, William’s hands curled into fists at his sides. He had grown up hearing that line again and again, that his birth killed his mother, that he was the reason a woman lay six feet beneath the earth. The guilt had never left him, no matter how many times he told himself it wasn’t his fault. “I didn’t choose to be born,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.

She is wrath incarnate—ancient, furious, unrelenting. For a moment—just one—I believe she might survive. Then the hybrids turn on her together. Magic slams into her from all sides. Chains of blood and shadow wrap around her wings, dragging her to her knees. She screams Cain’s name like a curse, like a prayer, like a promise she can’t keep. They tear her apart. Not quickly. Not cleanly. Her body disintegrates into ash and light, power screaming as it’s ripped free and devoured. The sky cracks open.

His mother. Min’s thoughts drifted, as they often did when he was cornered, to the woman he barely remembered but fiercely adored. She had been stunning. She wasn't just Korean; she had deep roots tracing back to the Jomon period, an ancestry that lingered along the southeastern coast of the peninsula. She had given him his name, Min-jae. She had given him his perfect, aquiline nose. And she had not given him her skin. She had been tan, a rich, burnished bronze that stood in stark contrast to the pale, porcelain obsession of Seoul’s elite. Min had not inherited it. He was fair, looking more like a spoilt King from very high society than a boardroom executive.

Her eyes burning holes into my head but I didn't look up. She sauntered away without a word. Female beta Neila on her tail like a pet. “Phew. Good riddance.” Melanie groaned out, eyeing their backs. “I'm not surprised to see she's not changed one bit.” Luna Nymeria spoke and I felt guilty again. Aria sighed. “She's just unfortunate to be born to such a man.” “She's as much a snake as her father is.” Melanie muttered. “How Zurien still let's him prance around the royal pack like some royalty is beyond me.” Luna Nymeria added, her eyes cool.

They said it was sacred, I said it was cruel. I didn’t want to go. But the summons wasn’t a choice. I stood at the edge of the stone circle while they whispered. “That’s her.” “The Sinclair girl.” “She’s still wolfless?” “Seventeen and still nothing?” “Maybe the Moon finally gave up on her.” Killian stood at the center of it all. He wore black with no crest or crown He looked calm. His gaze scanned the crowd like they weren’t worth his time. Then it landed on me.

She recognized it because of the red and black lights. The curtains were closed, and the room was like it reeked of sin and danger. Red lights, with his dark shadow that loomed over her. Her wedding dress spilled over the sides of the table, and she loved it. It's like a dark altar. She's still in her wedding gown—a symbol of purity and innocence, but now it means another thing. Sin. Lust. Desire. She's the sacrifice, and Drexton's the only priest allowed to touch her.

I said to Ares. He then sat down, he closed his eyes for a few seconds trying to think, before he asserted firmly, “fine, I'll tell you everything.” He said. “Sin and I grew up together here in the vale with our father. My mother died after giving birth to us. She lost her human form and evolved into what we know now as earth itself.” He paused for a few seconds, blinking his eyes slowly. “But I took after my mother, I was blessed with all the power in the world I could possibly wish for and as I grew I only got stronger and stronger. While Sin took after our father, he was a regular werewolf,” He said.”

“And if you expect me to passively allow those wraiths to rip my soul from my body, then you’ve picked the wrong girl.” “The wrong girl,” the God says, contemplative, turning his own head to the side, turning over the words in a calm, considered way that makes my stomach turn with dread. “Or just…the wrong Sinclair?” My lips part in horror and confusion because…what? “You were not destined for this game, Juniper,” the God says, leaning closer to me, speaking softly like he’s sharing a secret, so like his son, though my wolf does nothing now except fasten her claws sharp in my soul and bare her teeth. “Your elder sister was marked for it, even given a dark gift at birth that would have made h