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He wanted to fight, even knowing he might not survive it. “I have nothing to live for now,” Percival muttered under his breath, his voice hollow. I turned to leave, to finally put distance between us, but Percival lunged forward, grabbing my arm and yanking me against him. His wolf surged forward, his emotions chaotic and dangerous. His desperation bled into me, and I felt the dark pull of fear. It was like that night with Darius all over again—the same suffocating feeling of losing control, of being trapped.

I had no idea where these images of castles, thunderbolts, gods in human form, and flying beasts came from. What even scared me shitless was as a child, I would feel this power swelling inside of me, the birthmark on the back of my neck I have that symbolizes a black pitchfork would itch, once it glowed and I got the feeling of something or someone watching me, yet no one was ever around. I would see the shadowed image of a man in my dreams stretching his hand for me calling me “Thalia” I would shake my head, as a child and run away. His aura was very dark. He was devilishly handsome, and his eyes glowed at times like a blue flame was in them. It was not just him that I was once scared of i

But this time, Percy didn’t play along. His voice turned cold. “Then this is where our partnership ends.” “What did you say?” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Percy didn’t respond. He simply ended the call. He never imagined his boss would go this far. All because of something he said over drinks the other night—how Stellar was his first love, how he’d let her down, and how she’d never forgiven him. That alone had pushed Jason to devise a kidnapping plan, forcing her to be with Percy.

This wasn’t supposed to be real… except it was. Percy’s tattoo glowed faintly, burning against his skin. Proof. He felt it too. But his face wasn’t joy. It was stone. His jaw clenched, eyes hard, as if the bond was a curse instead of fate. I staggered, knees buckling, the fire searing me alive. My scream echoed, silencing the whispers. And Percy… he didn’t move. He just stood there, cold, unreadable. Darkness clawed at my vision. The last thing I saw was his expression, not wonder, not relief, but resistance.

A sudden sense of dread washed over her. A chill ran from her feet to her palms, making her shiver uncontrollably as she crouched on the floor. She knew Percival too well, and that’s why she feared her nightmare might come true. Percival was a heartless man. He didn’t love her; he only wanted to possess her. It was like she was a kite he held in his hand, letting her fly high but never letting her escape his grasp. She struggled, but to Percival, it was all a game.

He was reacting. "NEVER!" Perseus shouted like a beast, his voice filled with fury and denial. In a quick movement, he grabbed my collar with an almost crushing force. His blue eyes were blazing, a storm about to unleash. "Never compare me to him again!" "Then stop acting like an idiot!" I retorted without hesitation. I brought my hands to his and squeezed firmly but gently, conveying a silent security. Perseus's eyes were filled with anger and hate, but beneath those overwhelming emotions, something deeper was present, fear. A chronic, excruciating fear.

off. Who even was this? This wasn’t my Percival. Not the one who made promises. Not the one who once held me like I was his whole world. His hand closed around my neck again as he crawled over me, his teeth clenched—elongated. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt real fear. Bone-deep, breath-stealing fear. My lips parted, but nothing came out. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and his grip on my throat tightened. My lungs burned.

The thought terrified me and it excited me at the same time. Ken shoved me backward hard enough to send me sliding across the stone floor. I stood immediately, breathing heavily. My wolf was dangerously close to full shift now. My skin burned with the need for violence. Then another scent entered the hallway. I didn’t have to turn to know who It was. Percy. “Are you both insane?” he screamed. His voice cut through the corridor. Ken and I both looked up as Percy appeared from the stairwell. He stopped the second he saw us. His eyes widened slightly at the broken stone, shattered glass, glowing eyes, and exposed claws.

Jack's laughter echoed throughout the toilet, "That's too late, honey. You're here now, with us. You're ours." "Jack, please..." Anne looked into Jack's horribly glistening eyes and shook her head. "No!" Jack snapped loudly. "You must go back to the banquet hall and finish our dinner. If you insist, I won't let you back to the mansion alive, Anne." Anne burst into tears. Jack's threat sounded very scary. This time he wasn't joking at all. "This is not you, Jack. Please, let me go!" "Then who? This is me, honey. I am Jack." Jack gripped Anne's chin so tightly that the girl winced in pain and burst into tears, "Now go back to the banquet hall and fulfill your agreement!"

“Just leave, alright? Let me be alone. I need to bury those feelings.” “I’ve been dealing with so many things. My mom’s fights, my ex coming back, the stalking…” “Stalking?” His anger shifted to concern, then back to hurt. “You told Percy but not me? That’s exactly it. I’m always the friend. Never the one you lean on.” “Don’t guilt trip her!” Percy jumped in in protection. “She didn’t owe you her trauma. Her ex is dangerous. He showed up last night at the club, grabbed her and threatened her. She’s terrified, and you’re making this about your feelings?”