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He rushed forward to grab the papers from Adler, but some warriors pinned him down. “That…there must be a mistake somewhere. The debt was from before…” “Are you trying to play me, Corbin?” Samael asked. The room turned silent, his voice eerie and silent while containing rage that suffocated the room. Corbin gasped, his eyes darting across the room with panic. “No… Alpha, something is…” Samael smiled. The sight was chilling to the bone. “I have been too lenient. These people now think they can deceive me and get away with it."

The fire has burned low in the room and the city is dark outside the window and somewhere in the merchant quarter a man with a scar is making his way through the streets toward wherever Caelan receives reports at the eleventh hour of the night. And in Riven's rooms the Goddess of Fate and the God of Sovereignty are sitting across from each other working out how to take apart something built to harm her by turning it into something that calls them both. "Show me," I say. He holds out his hand. Not for me to take. Just open. Palm up. An offering, not a demand. The God of Sovereignty showing the Goddess of Fate what his domain feels like from the inside. I put my hand over his without touching

“You just announced that I would be crowned Alpha under the blood moon. I’m sure she would be meeting up with the others to make progress with their plans to take you down. This is the perfect time to spy on them and catch everyone who’s involved.” Her chest heaves wildly as she digests my words, then she caves. “That bastard didn’t only try to be Luna, she…cursed you?” She repeats what I told her with pure disbelief etched on her features. My nostrils flare as I try to contain my own anger. Imogene and Aegon conversations in that hallway wouldn’t leave my head. “We have to summon Ganxu from Dahla, He’s the reason we never figured out the curse isn’t natural. He must have been working with t

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

“Embarrassment can be useful, Victor. If you know how to weaponize it.” He frowned, confused. Robert turned back to the window, watching the reflection of flames flicker across both their faces. “Public humiliation,” he said softly, “isn’t death. It’s rebirth, if you know how to control the narrative.” He hesitated. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Robert murmured, “that you’ll rise again. But not as the villain. As the victim.” He stared, blinking. “The victim?” “Yes. The betrayed brother. The faithful fiancé who loved too deeply. The heir who was destroyed by deceit.” Robert let the words roll off his tongue like silk. “The world loves redemption. It loves pain that looks pure.”

Riya's pov Old dude Elias let out a short, dry chuckle that held no humor. "Whether or not he's out there for revenge... the best I can do is pray for his safety until the day I finally get to set my eyes on him again." He paused, and I couldn't help but notice the firelight carving deep shadows into the lines of his face as he turned towards me. "Besides," he added, dropping his voice to a low, honest grumble, "I'd just be lying to myself if I said I didn't want the bastard to pay for what he did."

The terror in her dialed irises confirmed his suspicion. His aura turned more cold and dark if possible. A small chuckle vibrated from his rough throat. Her unshed tears , she was trying so hard to control, started streaming down like waterfall, studying his deranged reaction. She was doomed. In hands of man who was her sinner, her tormentor, the man who ruined her.

THE RUIN IN RED Arrival at Flameruin The valley lay in ruin, blackened by centuries of fire and forgotten gods. Hills rimmed the basin like the jagged teeth of some long-dead creature, and the air hung heavy with soot and old magic. The wind didn’t howl here—it whispered. Distant, haunted. Ceres rode at the front of the company, flanked by Xavier, Maera, and a handful of trusted guards. As they entered the charred remains of what was once a stronghold, the silence pressed down like a weight.

“This won’t save the realm. God Kaelvor’s plan will destroy the entire universe!” She remained composed, her gaze steady. “Kaelvor is the God of Destruction, yes. He holds the power to obliterate anything in existence. But despite this, he has refrained. Have you ever wondered why?” I hesitated as her question was unexpected, and I found myself shrugging, shaking my head, utterly clueless. “Why?” I asked, my voice quieter now, though still laced with defiance.