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He placed the words all so easily. "What? The Halflings do not know?" Cora tilted her head innocently and mocked. "Your friend here is an Omega Vampire. Or quite accurately, the Crimson Bride." -END-

The wax bore Darius’s crest: a snarling wolf head split by lightning. Kael broke the seal without hesitation. His eyes scanned the words, face hardening into lethal stillness. “He wants alliance,” Kael said flatly. “Pack Blackthorn and pack Ironfang joined under one banner. Against the eastern threats rising. In exchange…” His gaze flicked to Elara, dark and unreadable. “He offers his sister, Lyra, as my bride. Pure blood. Strong pups. No… complications.” The room exploded. Shouts. Chairs scraping. Fists slamming wood.

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“I cannot antagonize either the twins or Dan since by picking a side that’s exactly what I would be doing.” “So what would you do?” Hildegarde asked. “I don’t know yet. I would still need some time to consider everything.” Mane confessed. “That seems to be the best option right now,” Hildegarde agreed. “First we need to dispose off her body,” Mane stated, and turned to face the corpse a few meters away from him. The skin of the deceased figure was shrunken and looked like the skin of an extremely aged person. The entire body was a pale yellow color, and the opened mouth and terror in its eyes before death showed that this person didn’t die a pleasant death. It would have been difficult to pl

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I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body. “And may the eternal flow of the moon river bless this union…” the priest droned on. His voice suddenly sharpened. “Prince Eilis Caravia, Feral wolf of levia. Do you take Lady Raven Dearna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” My voice was firm and clear. “And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

The headline screamed at her. “Bride Leaves Wedding With Another Man: Who Is the Mysterious Groom?” Elara stared at it, frozen, her fingers hovering uselessly over her phone as if she might be burned if she touched the screen again. The words felt unreal, like something ripped from a badly written drama, yet there they were, public, searchable, permanent. Photos followed beneath the headline. Blurry, cropped, and poorly lit. Taken from angles that felt invasive, predatory, as if the photographer had been hiding behind pillars or crouching behind parked cars.

It felt like a tomb—beautiful, gilded, but inescapable. I forced myself to set the box down on the table by the window, my hands trembling as I released it. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting long shadows that danced across the walls like restless spirits. The warmth from the flames licked at the air, but it didn’t touch the chill that had settled deep in my bones. My skin prickled, as if the very atmosphere of this place was alive, watching, judging. I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging myself tightly, and glanced toward the mirror. The girl staring back looked small and lost, her dark auburn hair tangled from the long car ride, her cobalt blue eyes wide with a fear that bordered

While he did all these his eyes were on her, daring her to do something but she tried to act like she doesn’t care, Like it was none of her business that he was laid up with someone else in the bloody pool, while it’s been ages since he has last seen her. But she failed to continue the act. The moment his fang crazed the neck of his new little toy, she stormed her way over there and yanked the first girl up by the poolside and twisted her neck, then pushed her dead body to the floor, before she dragged the other girl that was with him. But the stupid girl tried to put up a fight with her, but her strength wasn’t compared to that of Ricca’s. For someone who hasn’t been long since she was turn