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Two seconds later, he swallowed another pill. Another two seconds after that, he swallowed another one. “Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill yourself?” Dory snatched the remaining rejuvenation pills in Alex’s hand away. “My legs have been chopped off. So I’m just trying to grow new ones with these pills,” Alex said. “You’re not crazy. To me, it looks like you’re retarded. How could your legs grow after being chopped off unless you’re an expert above the Immortalization stage,” Dory said.

“You just saved two lives.” She lowered her eyes, shy, her blonde lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. “I just took care of the flowers…” “Exactly.” Sasha smiled, kissing her forehead. “You took care of them, and they took care of us. That’s your miracle, Lyra. A silent miracle.” For a moment, all the weight of that night seemed to lessen. But only for a moment. Because in the distance, Alexei was disappearing into the mansion toward the laboratory, and every second continued to be a desperate race against Carla’s death… and now Yuliam’s as well.

Had she seen this light in me and tried to bury it under piles of laundry and ash? I tried to flip through the pages to find more about "Lyra" or the "Protector," but the text became blurry again, as if the book knew I wasn't ready for the full truth yet. I was more confused than ever. I was a scribe, a rejected mate, and a Gamma's daughter, how could I also be a legend? “Alyse! You’re going to be late!” Kael’s voice boomed from the hallway, followed by a heavy knock on my door.

Dahynael Ryan Cygnus. The words sent a chill through me. My hands trembled as I looked at Lyra. “Lyra, why does this book carry the words of past Alphas? What is going on?” Her gaze flicked around the room, cautious, and when she finally spoke, concern edged every syllable. “I’m afraid I can’t say. But you can ask Alpha Alek—he might answer you. For now… maybe it’s best if you start thinking about the funeral. It must be done within three days.”

"It’s too sweet. Like rotting fruit." "It’s just the preservative. They used arsenic and lavender back then." I traced a line of text with my finger. The blood of the moon-born shall be stilled only by the earth’s deep silence. "Richard, look. This chapter. It’s titled 'The Severance.' It talks about a cure for the shift-burn." "There is no cure for being what we are."

Then Amelia said softly, “This is just forward now.” Alexander answered without hesitation. “Yes.” And for the first time, there was no contrast left between what was and what used to be. Only what remained. Still going. Still theirs. End of Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

‘Amelia…’ The voice roared inside my head, strong and undeniable. I gasped against Ryder’s lips, clutching his suit as the world tilted. No… impossible. My wolf was too weak. How could she— My chest ached, my heart hammering with disbelief and fragile hope. Is it really you? After all this time… are you back? ‘Yes. It’s me.’ Chapter 24: Daughter of the Moon Goddess Amelia’s POV My wolf’s voice was bold—a little smug. What, you don’t like that I interrupted your moment with our mate?

How could I possibly look after my pup? I wasn't a qualified mother, nor a qualified mate. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. With a loud slam, the door was shut. I suddenly remembered that Wesley confiscated some Wolfsbane from a traitor in the pack. Apparently, there was no antidote for it. I walked over to the safe and retrieved the Wolfsbane, adding them to a glass of water. Then, I drank it all in one go. My body started to burn. I knew my life had begun its countdown.

The library had become Aaliyah’s sanctuary, though it often felt more like a tomb. She prowled its endless shelves day after day, searching for fragments of knowledge hidden in brittle parchment and dust. The words swam before her tired eyes, legends of gods and curses blurring together, yet she pressed on. Each page she turned felt like prying open the past itself. It was on the third evening that her fingers paused on a spine wedged so tightly between larger tomes it seemed determined to remain forgotten. The leather was cracked, the title long erased. She pulled it free and nearly sneezed as dust plumed into the candlelit air.

umbled those words as soon as I was brought back to life. It also turned out to be my last words because the sharp pain in my head prevented me from speaking. I continued to battle my sanity whenever I tried to speak. I was imprisoned within my own body. The body belonged to me, but I could not get to them. "Are you awake at last? I was greeted by someone in the hallowed chamber. "In this desolate place, what am I doing here?" I looked up, scowling. It was not who I anticipated. I was pretty sure I had never seen him before. "I am Declan, the guard for Alpha Nathan." His introduction was brief. There was a lovely smile to go along with the introduction. Nobody ever smiled that much for someo