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He seems amused as our eyes lock together. “No, I don’t remember that at all. My dreams have never revealed such a thing.” I feel completely appalled to learn that in the past I was promised to someone else, but it still doesn’t explain the curse or what it has to do with midnight. Not yet. “Well,” Ramsey begins. “At the stroke of midnight is when you two mated. That is the only other hint I’m going to give you for now. Maybe you’ll have sweet dreams tonight and dream of who that man was. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

The shockwave rolls through the pack: heads snap down as one, throats bared, knees hitting stone in perfect unison. Even the elders bow. The mountain shudders—distant snow avalanches roaring, howls rising in layered harmony that shakes the stars. The Oracle steps back. Her milky eyes glow brighter for one heartbeat. “The moon has spoken. The flame has answered. Rise, Luna of the Northern Dominion.” I release Maureen’s hand only to lift the crown. Obsidian heavy. Rubies like frozen blood. Moonstone heart catching crimson fire. I place it on her head. It settles perfectly.

VANESSA’S POV His lips crashed against hers, swallowing her breath as they locked into a deep, bruising kiss. The sight sent a strange, conflicting shockwave through my chest, but I couldn't stop. Even as their mouths fused and their bodies shifted against the plush cushions of the couch, I dropped heavily to my knees on the cold floor, lowering my head toward him. My hands cupped the thick, throbbing base of his erection, and I took him directly into my mouth. The slick, pulsing heat of his dick hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water as I forced myself to establish a steady, relentless rhythm. My wrist ached and my jaw throbbed, but I kept my pace, my entire body burning with a vol

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

Snow-capped mountains rose in the distance, framing the horizon like silent guardians, and as the carriage climbed higher, fog gradually parted to reveal something so vast that my breath caught. Noctis Academy stood atop a massive obsidian cliff, its black spires piercing the sky like blades forged from night itself. Ancient magic pulsed through its walls, heavy enough to feel even from miles away. The structure looked less like a school and more like a kingdom built for gods and monsters. My pulse quickened as the carriage rolled toward towering iron gates engraved with glowing runes. Students in elegant uniforms passed through the entrance in small groups, their auras alone revealing terri

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

His chest heaved against mine, his pulse still racing from the near-kidnapping. He raised his left hand, the heavy silver championship ring on his finger glinting under the dashboard light. The ring on his finger pressed hard into my skin as he held on. Noah clung to his shirt, trembling against his chest: “They wanted the tablet, Adrian… they know about the recording.”

Something he swore to remember forever after turning the first few pages. "Jumping The King. It's a comedy romance," he answered after checking the cover. "You forgot the name of the book you were reading?" Almira chuckled. "It happens to everyone. Not that we don't know, it just slips off our minds," he said, avoiding her eyes. Almira smirked when she noticed how flustered he was. "You called me, your highness," Kitanna decided to end the sweet moment. Almira turned to her with confusion, then cleared her throat when she remembered that she did call out.

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.