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Beside me, Aero caught my waist and pressed me closer. “I was about to be crowned queen when your mother told me about her relationship with Hal, the primier general of the Phanteon army and the beta of the Alpha King. Naturally, being of different species, I advised her against it, but she...she looked so in love, so alive when she revealed he was her mate. I undertood her instantly. I was in love myself with Alduin, my fae mate.” The brightness in her eyes dulled for a moment. Across the table, I was tempted to reach out to her and comfort her, but she regained her composure in the next second, sniffed and smiled towards me again.

This isn't about being weak anymore, its about being true. At that thought, her muscles twitched and a light shaa hymned into the midnight atrium; broad wings reaching above the hedge walls. The movements were heavy and bulky, perhaps even especially painful to configure and use, but with a deep, strong breath, she moved awkwardly. A dip of the arm, a stretch of a wing, an envious look to the sky- she looked back to the obscure entrance, wondering what would happen if she flew away, right now. She didn't know where she would go- maybe she would go far, far away- someplace where there were no people; someplace so cold it could numb the past. Releasing the fantasy with a controlled huff, she w

Black veins pulse beneath their skin like parasitic worms; their eyes are hollow pits of nothingness. But where is my mate? Sabastian? Teddy? The air splits open with a deafening CRACK as darkness slams into fire; the collision sends shockwaves through my suspended body. Through the hellish glow, two silhouettes clash in a brutal fight, both hoping to land a clean strike for the final blow. Aurora. Crumpled on the grass like a discarded doll, her chest barely moving. My soul screams. She can’t be dead. I’d feel it—our bond would shatter, tearing me apart from inside. Why isn’t she moving?

I want to just close my eyes and bask in those words just for a while longer… no man has ever said those words to me before. Then, I have the realization that Eli could become king soon and be married to Emily. Where would that leave love-struck me? I squint at the butterfly that comes to land on the ledge of the large window. It’s so pretty, just like love… this is an emotion I dare not explore, not knowing what tomorrow will bring. The door swings open, and Vienna makes her way in carrying a huge box with a red bow. My mind can’t help but wonder what it is. The Alphas have been going all out lately with their romantic escapades and gestures.

But, Athena was Ruth ? I locked Athena in the West wing for such a long time. West wing is the place where I have forbidden any of the people to enter. West wing..., Is it because of that? Is it because I locked Athena in the reminisce of Ruth? Or was she born with the soul of Ruth from the beginning ?

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

This feeling caused such a strong bump in my heart that it even hurt. "They should be beautiful," I caught myself talking. "I can imagine you perfectly with them. But they wouldn't be white, they would be black the same color as your eyes, maybe with a touch of red at the tips just to give a style. And I imagine they would be a little curved at shoulder height, and quite full and soft in everything else. The kind of wings that a human like me would never know how to describe until she could see it with her own eyes, and when she saw it, I wouldn't believe they could be so amazing.”

He coughed as a breath wheezed out of him and I was glad of it, he had been unable to fight back, my rage so fast and fierce; and he would pay for what he did. I kicked the angel over, his head lolling to the side, bloodied face now covered in dirt. The biggest insult to an angel was to take their wings, and I had already done that to one, why not make it two? I leapt onto his back, crouching low allowing my full weight to be felt. Grasping the root of one wing I slowly pulled backward, my pressure steady; until I saw the skin holding it to his back stretch to its limit. Leaning forward I bit the delicate flesh, ripping into it with my teeth. Blood flooded into my mouth and I spat the tissue