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Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

She callously untied my gag, standing back with folded arms, a sneer on her lips. "Brenda?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, struggling to understand this betrayal unfolding before me, I couldn’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this life. "Still so naive," she scoffed. "It makes this much simpler." “Ma-makes what simpler?!” I stuttered, my heart rising and falling rapidly in my chest, Only then did I notice we were on a cliff's edge, a huge expanse of sea stretched below me. My heart rate rose even more as I realized the gravity of my situation. I turned back to Brenda, pleading silently in my eyes, honestly I was scared of dying.

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

Her spine straightens. "You must be brave, because I don't know why you think you're different. You're his seventh bride, seventh fucking bride, and you know where the rest are? They're six feet under, which means you're likely going to be there in a few. Let's say most of his brides were very strong. We've gotten hybrids, vampires, Alpha bloodlines, Beta bloodlines, the strongest, and even humans, but they're all dead and barely survived a year. And the rumors say you're wolfless, which means you'll barely survive a week." Fear seeps through me. Her words ring through me like a death bell, cold shivers racing down my spine as I freeze, processing every single syllable she just handed me lik

I replied. After an Alpha finds their fated mate, completing the mating bond makes him even more strong. On the contrary, if he doesn't mate, the mate bond curse is evoked which makes their wolf lose control and go feral. After five years of staying away from my Hazel, the situation with my wolf is getting even worse. Adding the poison I was forced to take to save her life, I don't see myself surviving for more than a year.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.