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“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

He had contained the beast so perfectly it was as if he wasn't there at all. A fierce, profound wave of pride washed over Lucian, temporarily cooling his own fire. This was his pack. His family. Three of the most powerful Alphas on the continent, each waging their own silent war against their most primal instincts, all to honor the vow they had made to this one, broken, beautiful omega. Their discipline was absolute. Their loyalty was unbreakable.

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck.

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

“Lost your chance. Could’ve escaped, but you foolishly helped the other woman first. Did any of them stop to help you? Before saving the world, you should know that the world will sacrifice you to save itself. Honestly, I would have been happier if you had escaped alone and quietly. But you… ruined my entire business tonight. No one ever dares to ruin Ruin. But now… I am angry and I haven’t been this angry for a long time. You deserve a special branding, Miss… what was your name again?” “Fuck off!” I cried, yanking wildly at the shackles. “Ok, Miss Fuck off. I am Ruin. Close friends call me Ru and my enemies stay alive just long enough to understand the actual meaning of my name.” He said as

“Ginevra Rodriguez.” He froze. His body stiffened against me. “The Ginevra Rodriguez?” I hummed my response and Alex laughed humorlessly, his eyes narrowed into slits. He stared at me observingly until realization dawned on him. Realization that I had been dead serious. “You’re not joking?” I shook my head. “She’s an enemy for Christ’s sake. What do you intend to gain out of your involvement with that woman?!” War. Chaos. Rebellion.

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

Mainly because he found out – I don't know how – and has been an asshole about it, using it to threaten me, subtly though. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, like he could shield me from the memory itself. “I’m here,” he says. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.” Something inside me cracks. “He ruined me,” I choke out. “I’m trying to move on, Alessio, I swear, but the second I saw his handwriting I… I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was right back there, trapped, alone, and…he…he…”

And taking all the breath from her. God. Even in the cage, she saw the beauty of the man. He was sin in silk. Tall, broad, unfairly handsome in his black shirt and dark pants. His cheekbones were sculpted in hard marble and every line bellowed strength. Even the way he flipped the page had her wishing she could smash things. "You're staring at me." "Yes. It amazes me that such a lovely man can possess such a fiery temperament." Edward closed the book. "Do you want breakfast?"

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"