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"Lying? Then let's do a DNA test if you dare, you filthy slut." He pointed a shaking finger at them all, his voice dropping to a quiet echo of damnation. "Helen's child was to carry the Hurst bloodline! You killed my child!" With that, he grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it in their direction. Chaos erupted in the hall as screams, shouts, and cries flew in every direction. Francis and Bella clutched the shrieking Kate and the crying newborn, fleeing in panic. Maria and Darius, faces dark with dread, stumbled out behind them.

He claimed I took advantage of her in a drunken state, forcing her to marry me when he was away. Furthermore, he mentioned that I was a freeloader in their marriage who only cared about spending money and never treated her well, which led to Nicky wanting a divorce long ago. They were finally back where they belonged. Nicky even liked his post, showing her approval. Their story won over the internet, with many touched by their love story, going so far as to become their loyal fans. [They were meant to be all along! I'm cheering for their love!] [Jensen's just a deadbeat who wasted six years of their lives.]

Mara asks as she gets up from her crouching stance and moves to my dresser where I see a tray of hot steaming tea. Nodding, I accept the cup of tea when she brings it to me, still shaken by the nightmare. “So we need to get you dressed for the ceremony,” I hear her say and her words jolt me. It's finally here—the day I bond with Kael Blackthorne, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and my mate. It's my Mate-Bond Ceremony. I gulp my tea and finish it in second, flinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch.

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

Moving in perfect formation. They parked in a semicircle around the square. Doors opened simultaneously. Wolves poured out. Thirty or forty, all in fighting form wearing Thorne Pack colors. Then Damien stepped out of the lead vehicle. He looked different, like something dangerous. His eyes swept the square and locked on me. "Sera." "You're not welcome here," Marcus said before I could respond. "I'm not here for your permission." Damien pulled out a scroll. Actual parchment. "I carry divine authority from the Moon Goddess herself. This territory is under investigation for harboring Silverblood abominations. I have the right to…"

“The girl poses no danger to Dante.” Mirella raised an eyebrow. Her lips—painted a deep, commanding red—twitched into the faintest smirk. “I want to see her. Before she goes to him.” “Yes, signora,” Fabio nodded, though a flicker of discomfort crept into his tone. He knew Mirella too well. She was a constant shadow over Dante, an anchor that often dragged him into choices that were never truly his. Opposing her was like playing chess against someone who had already moved all the pieces.

Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not enough to protest what’s going on in front of her. “Familiar.” Whispering the title and the role that she will about to stand and hold as her identity, Arius, move close and closer to her. Wide eyes as she is in a panic of what’s happening, yet could not do a thing as she is somewhat bewitched and much worst, she could not move or even scream. With Arius, licking her neck and marking her with the tip of his tongue using his blood as a marker, and forming the death sin and of Leo’s mark of the known god himself. Fangs suddenly show as he did not wait any seconds and bites her neck and deep, as he tightly

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

As the second daughter, there isn’t much expected of Skai, other than to be fated to a powerful and high-status mate, but no one has ever been able to choose their fated companion. Much like how Geri and Freki were the companions to the one-eyed god, Odin, the creatures of the demi-wolf race are blessed with a fated companion to follow them and be tied to them for all eternity. “You’re one to talk. Being a maid is as high a status as you’ll ever get in this house,” Serenia bites back, already used to the usual morning banter between her and the other servants.

My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair. But Hayden had other intentions. He effortlessly pulled Mason away from me, his dark aura radiating power. With a sinister glare, he began to beat Mason mercilessly. I couldn't fathom what was happening; it was as if Hayden was extracting Mason's very essence, his life force and soul, through the sheer force of his will. My world blurred, and I struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. Was this some twisted nightmare or a hallucination brought on by my growing anxiety?