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Chelsea had to bully her heart who was stubbornly insisting to make a run for it and turned around . Lilian was dressed in a simple white silk nighty , yet she looked as if she had descended down from the heaven after strolling around with Etah himself ,a soft silvery glow emanated around her . It wasn't surprising as Lilian's mana was light , the purest mana of all . Watching her walk down the stairs with slow , elegant steps , Chelsea came to a realisation . She wasn't repelled to Rogue's proposal only because he was responsible for her untimely death but also because she was discouraged by Lilian's beauty . Unlike her who looked like a seductress , Lilian was looking like an angel dressed

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

"It has. But Luka? Things will be okay. I don't know how I know that, but I feel it somehow that everything it going to turn out just as it was meant to. Luka got up from the side of Lilly’s bed and walked over to her desk, as he had noticed a lot of paperwork sitting upside on her desk. Her desk never looked like that so the state it was unusual. He turned the first one over it was a detailed image of a Moon Rose. Another was of three wolves with what looked like coloured auras one green to the left with amber eyes, middle one was red with amber eyes and the last was blue with green eyes to the right. There was another with two shadowy figures as if you were looking at them in first person.

It made Selene smile looking between the two of them. She was proud of all her children. Lila was working on her career as an artist; she also has a strong goal of protecting Volana wolves from those who wish them danger. She’s been learning to strengthen her combat skills even though she’s already so good at it. Pretty soon, she will have to work to strengthen her Volana abilities as well. The world is still such a scary place for Volana to lurk. Blaise still has men that support him long after his death. They wish to cause harm to Volanas, and it makes Selene much more worried for Lila’s safety.

CHAPTER 33 Lila's chest expanded with a deep, fortifying breath as she finished the last tubes of paint and looked over her latest masterpiece. The canvas vibrated with a boldly dissonant symphony of shapes and hues, an unashamed expression of her volatile emotions in the aftermath of Yuria's brutal assault. Yet, beneath the seething maelstrom of color, there was something profound...something steadfast and unwavering in the face of the chaotic tempest. A single figure emanating peaceful defiance, exalted within its eye as if illuminated by an inner brilliance that no outer turbulence could destroy.

"Because dead secrets are reliable." Ria laughed softly. "Oh, don't scare her, we're not killing you." "At least not tonight." She crouched in front of me, her smile still intact. "We're simply going to help Alpha Oliver realize what kind of woman you truly are." My vision blurred even further by every passing second, the room spun. I could no longer keep my eyes focused. Cole's face became little more than a shadow. "You've become a very inconvenient problem, Lilith." He adjusted his grip beneath my shoulders.

It ran in shiny rivers between her breasts, down her stomach, and over her pussy. Then I squeezed tubes of red, gold, and deep blue paint across her skin in slow, artistic lines. I picked up a soft wide brush. “Don’t move, Lila. This is our masterpiece.” I started at her collarbone, dragging the brush in slow circles. She gasped. I moved lower, painting big teasing spirals around her left breast, then the right, carefully avoiding her nipples at first. The bristles made her skin break out in goosebumps. “Marcus… it tickles and feels warm at the same time,” she moaned softly.

She skipped through the halls, up the stairs and then past my room to hers. We stopped at the door and my eyes dropped on the painting hung beside it. It was very childish, the details inaccurate but easy to grasp. A girl standing in the middle of what looked like a desert with nobody around her. "That's Lilia, my lonely friend” The familiarity shocked me, "She is your friend? Then how is she lonely?” Lily shrugged, her hand dropped on the door knob in front of her, “Because no one else wants to be with her" and then she was gone.

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.