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“Yes, she is. That may be why you're no longer feeling that death is hovering. She had even started changing because he had bitten her.” “I am happy for her, at least. She has a mate that loves her even though their species aren't the same.” The pain of the loss of my mate lingered. Elora gave me a pointed look. “You seem to already have something to do with that rogue Lycan living here.” My cheeks went pink. “I don't know what you're talking about.” “I know what I'm talking about. You reek of him. When did you people fall in love so hard? I know how hard you are on men.”

he laughs, and I can sense the excitement in his voice. “I reject you! I don’t want you. I Skyla Silara Rossi, reject you, Aleric James Arden as my mate!” I cry as I let my aura out. I rip free from his hold, but suddenly something hits me from behind and I see a flick of a snake’s tail? My vision sways as pain rushes through my head and I’m knocked to my knees, forced to bow in front of him. I’m about to get up when fire spreads across the ground, the heat making me gasp as it gets tighter and tighter around me reaching the ceiling.

I try to catch her tail, but it’s too late. She attacks me from behind. Her teeth sink into the back of my neck, her talons raking down my throat. I grab her by her hair and throw her over me. Breaching the surface, I scramble out of the pool when she pulls me back by my leg, pulling me under again. Lykos healing me as fast as he can.

Joric, witnessing the exchange, seethed with jealousy at the sight of Clay's grin directed at the woman he admired. Joric harbored jealousy whenever Freya interacted with either Clay or Alec. As he observed Freya reciprocating Clay's smile, Joric's frustration escalated. "She's mine, Clay, mine!" Joric declared, transforming in a fit of anger. He lunged at Clay, who adeptly evaded the attack, biding his time to shift. Concerned for her friend, Freya recognized Joric's strength as their future alpha, rooted in superior bloodline. Despite Clay's tactical skill and composure, the ongoing skirmish favored Joric, with the latter adopting an aggressive stance while Clay focused on defensive maneuv

he whispered, uncertainty creeping into his voice. But this wasn’t the Cana he thought he knew. This was something else, something raw and untamed. She straightened, a strange smirk tugging at her lips, and her voice echoed with an eerie timbre, like multiple voices speaking in unison. “You seem nervous, Lionel,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. Without warning, Lionel lunged, his wolf claws extending as he gripped her by the throat, pressing his claws deep into her neck. “Does that hurt?” he sneered, his grip tightening.

Lily, DON’T! His terror is a live wire. It jolts through me. Shatters the fragile hope. My outstretched hand clenches into a fist. I flinch back. The thing that was Arthur sees the recoil. Sees the rejection. The fractured awareness in those dark eyes vanishes, swallowed by pure, feral hunger. A guttural snarl tears from its throat, a sound that shouldn’t come from human lungs. The air around it writhes . Dark energy crackles, lashing out.

for a split second I wished the pregnancy period could be longer than nine months. I breathe in a deep sigh, trying to get Alaric back under control. Ever since the poisoned has entered his system, he’s getting had to tame. Of course this only amplifies her delicious scent, and my wolf becomes distracted once more. “You don’t want me again?” I observe, thankful that my voice sounds much calmer than I feel. Gloria flushes despite her foggy state. “You don’t want me either. If you do, then you’ll have kissed me, hugged me since we came back together again”

Mine! And as if to further prove that point, I deepened the kiss once again while he was still watching. His eyes went even wider than before if it was possible, and an expression of pure shock and horrifiedness was plastered on his white bloodless face. Celia moaned in my embrace as I bit on her lower lip, tugging at it with my teeth before letting it go. And just to rub further salt in his wound, I did that once more. He could not bear it and looked away and in that moment I felt euphoric….probably a twisted, manipulative lycan…but I did that anyway.

The floor groaned, not in pain, but in release. I stepped forward. Weapons lifted. None advanced. Bodies refused before minds could catch up. “Look at them,” I said softly to Lyra. “They feel it too.” “You’re corrupting them,” she spat. “Turning obedience into chaos.” “No,” I said. “I’m giving it a choice.” The collar slipped free and fell at my feet. I stepped over it. Lyra’s breathing shortened. Faster now. Fear stripped bare. “You still think the Moon owns me?” I asked.