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He grumbled a little before muttering incoherent words beneath his breath, but I caught most of it. "...always frolicking... is that what all women without wolves do..." My body went rigid. The words had pierced right straight through me. I looked down at the man who had said it but couldn't make out his face in the darkness. Pulling away from beneath the shelter, I began to walk off. My feet dragged against the ground as tears welled up in my eyes. He is right. Why did Alaric even choose me? Why did he make me his Luna when I was this useless?

_Aria's POV_ If there was nothing left for me in this pack, why was I still staying? The question refused to leave my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring through the window as moonlight spilled across the forest beyond the pack borders. Downstairs, I could still hear faint music and laughter drifting through the house. The celebration was continuing. People were dancing, talking and enjoying themselves while my entire world had fallen apart. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Nothing had really changed. The rejection hurt more than anything I had ever experienced but the truth was that my life had been miserable long before Kael Voronov walked into that ballroom. His rejection had simply

"Or I’ll tear his head off and make you watch the light leave his eyes." "You don't want this." Aradaa looked at the valley. The Muses were watching. They stood like statues, their skin glowing with a soft, warm radiance. "If I take it... it's gone. Forever." "I don't care about their songs! I care about the Queen!" Lucian’s grip tightened. Kaelor’s face went purple. His legs kicked once. Twice. Then went still. "Now!" Aradaa closed his eyes. He didn't sing. He didn't use a melody. He just opened.

They stayed like that, lost between breaths, two people who’d lived too long in fire, finally finding warmth instead of destruction. Outside, the city glittered with headlines and praise, but in here, the silence was sacred. Later that night, Luna wandered toward the music room. The piano sat untouched since before the scandal, before she’d lost her voice to fear. Her fingers hovered over the keys. Adrian appeared in the doorway, hands in his pockets. “You don’t have to.” She met his gaze, steady, unflinching. “I want to.” The first note was shaky. The second, clearer. By the third, her voice joined, soft, imperfect, but alive. Each lyric bleeding truth.

CHAPTER 132: STONE AND SPIRIT LUCIEN'S POV: Song of the Chapter: “ARCADE” – DUNCAN LAURENCE *** The morning air is brittle with silence with no sounds of birds, no wind, only the low crackle of half-dead embers and the throb of something breaking inside me.

Maria The ride back felt shorter. Not because the distance had changed… but because something had. There was movement now. Direction. A thread we were finally starting to follow. At one point, I reached over and switched the music again. This time—**Lionel Richie**. Adriano groaned immediately. “Zia… do you know any artists after 2015?” I laughed. Actually laughed. “Good music doesn’t expire,” I told him lightly. But the laughter faded as quickly as it came. Reality always found its way back in. He told me about the conversation he overheard at the front desk. The break-in. The connections forming.

Her fingers on the sill Drawing circles It is going to flood Adrian said If it keeps like this Then we stay inside I said Simple He looked at me like I was stupid You think it is that simple I did not answer Because maybe it was not After tea Aria went to the room Came back with the box Set it on the floor Between us We should read one she said Just one I nodded You choose She closed her eyes Put her hand in Pulled one out Did not look at who it was to Just opened it _Marcus_ _If it is raining_ _Dance_ _Even if it is alone_ _Especially if it is alone_ _Because I cannot_ _But you can for both of us_ Aria read it out loud Her voice broke on the last line She folded it Put it back in the box Li

Adrian’s deep, gravelly baritone murmured against her ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a violent, breathless shiver straight through her core. Lydia turned around in his arms, her eyes wide and dark with a fierce, sudden hunger as she looked up into his intense, possessive gaze. "Adrian, please," Lydia whispered, her hands coming up to grip his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard muscles with a desperate force. "Make me forget. Just for tonight... make the world disappear." Adrian’s eyes darkened into a pitch-black abyss of pure, unrestrained desire. Without a word, he bent down, his massive hand snapping out to cup the back of her head, a

Beyond them, life bustled: children laughed and ran barefoot across cobblestones, warriors trained in courtyards, and market stalls brimmed with goods under arched rooftops. Seraphina turned slowly, trying to take it all in. It was beautiful… and overwhelming. “It’s like stepping into a different world,” she said quietly. “One that doesn’t want to be found.” “Welcome to Arcadia,” Nicolas said, offering his hand. “Where nothing is ordinary.” They entered the courtyard, and sentinels dressed in black lined up in formation. A bard stepped forward and called out loudly, “All hail His Grace, Prince Nicolas Xhovani, seventh prince of Arcadia!”

"Take it all out on me. Every ounce of fear, every tear you've held back. I can take it, Aria. I want to." The words tumbled from Francesca's lips, husky and low, as she pulled Aria inside her dimly lit apartment, slamming the door shut behind them. The city lights filtered through gauzy curtains, casting golden stripes across their skin. But inside, it was a different storm…raw, electric, and urgent.