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Upon seeing how pleased Teresa was, I looked down and chuckled. She looked at me with narrowed eyes and snorted. "You're close to death. Why are you laughing?" I nodded. "I might be dying, but signing the share transfer agreement means Keaton is going to take everything from you." She retorted, "You're talking nonsense. I'm carrying Keaton's child, so everything that's his is mine. Stop resisting. If you don't sign, I'm not going anywhere." Teresa forced me to press the fingerprint on the share transfer agreement.

No, like power. Neo thought he could sell women like they were currency. Thought he could leash me. He thought wrong. I reached the Alpha's office and stopped in front of the heavy double doors, hearing Zeke's boots scrape behind me. "What are you doing?" Zeke frowned. My phone was already in my hand, my winning smile plastered to my lips as I mocked innocence. "Oh, I just want to capture the moment. You know… memories." I grinned, flipping open the camera. "Sky." Zeke sighed, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Goddess, help me."

i sat there and wondered what they meant by saving them they don’t need saving. As if i needed a sign i hear a crash and see two vampires fighting at the end of the street. and much like everyone else i headed that way. i realize how inferior we are when everyone else is at the fight and I’m left behind at full speed. One of the guards pick me up and we get there faster than if i just ran i thank him and he just nods and looks toward the fight. i look and see two handsome vampires in a bloody mess. i look at the guard, “are you going to stop them?” he looks at me like i grew a second head. He remembers I’m human and explains, “that is Kian and Klein the twins they are first in line for the c

From the name of the Pack alone, the red stone signifies beauty and power, and after every full moon, the blood moon takes over, fortifying the powers of the throne. The throne wasn't an ordinary throne that anyone could possess aside from the descendants of the royal blood which his opponents didn't know until they killed him and realized that killing him was useless. What Alpha will rule then if he can't possess the power of the throne? The last option is to either appoint one before Raze comes back or die on the spot on the chair. The throne makes one indestructible, invincible, and indestructible. It was designed by his forefathers during a war, seeing that they were trying so hard to ta

she asked calmly, “will the Moon mend?” No one answered. Because they did not know. That uncertainty fractured their perfection. “You mistake consequence for cause,” Maltheus said at last. “You mistake control for stability,” she replied. A dangerous light entered his ancient eyes. A councilor’s voice slid toward me. “Consider your next words carefully. Your throne exists by our sanction.” Something inside me went utterly still. What is a throne worth… if it demands her life to keep it? The bond roared. Truth. Not possession. Not duty. Truth.

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

That night, Damien didn't come back to our apartment. I knew where he was. The next morning, I opened the pack's secure network. The top post was a new update. Alpha Damien had ordered a hundred thousand dollars' worth of rare supplements for Seraphina. Blood Ginseng, Moonlight Fungus, and Starfruit—things only needed during a werewolf pregnancy. The comments section exploded. "Is our Alpha going to be a father?" "But isn't Isla his Luna?"

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

I lowered myself onto a nearby chair, my eyes drifting back to the canvas, tracing the strokes of the art like they might answer questions neither of us had voiced. Thorne exhaled slowly. “It was never mine to begin with,” he said. “I didn’t want to own it. I just didn’t want it left unguarded.” His voice softened. “The Gamma is not a patient man. If we leave the seat empty for too long, he’ll twist it into something ugly. I only wanted to keep it steady until the right person returned.” He paused, words catching. “I just wanted to…” I reached out and touched his arm before he could finish. “It’s alright,” I murmured. “With Killian standing with us, the throne won’t fall into the wrong hands

"The Council has fallen. The preservation program is defunct. What are you hoping to accomplish?" "Evolution," Dr Thorne replied simply, moving to a wall panel that shimmered to life at his touch. Images appeared, brain scans, neural maps, complex diagrams I couldn't decipher. "The old methods were crude attempts at physical preservation. But consciousness, true consciousness, is information. And information can be... edited."