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Her hand shot out, striking me hard across the face. “Weren’t you arrogant before? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Remember this, Rosie. Stop reaching for what’s not yours. The future Luna will be me!” Before Silver Prison, I would have said proudly I was Daniel’s destined mate and that he loved only me. Now, I just held my burning cheek and whispered, “If you want it, take it.” I was going to die anyway. Jessica’s smile widened with satisfaction. “Even if you try to fight me, I have endless ways to send you back to Silver Prison. I heard some guy there tried to assault you? Shame you fought him off.”

The cloud began to darken, and in no time, there was no sign of light. Every single being in the Silver mist pack shook in fear of the disaster that was about to happen at any moment. After some minutes of so much turmoil, peace and light was restored and everyone began to come out of their hiding places, checking for ruins and wondering what could have happened. Suddenly, there was a very loud howl from the palace and the ever-peaceful Silver mist pack was thrown into disarray just in the twinkle of an eye once again. "The princess!!!! I can't find the princess! I can't find my baby! She is gone!" The Queen Howled.

POV: Silver Colt Darkness consumed me first, thick and unyielding. One moment I was on the cold forest floor, tasting the metallic sting of blood, hearing Lesiana’s laughter echo in my ears; the next, all sensation vanished. I could feel nothing—no pain, no fear, no heartbeat—but a part of me clung desperately to the fragile thread of consciousness that remained. “Silver…” The voice was distant, melodic, commanding. It was not Lesiana’s mocking tone, not Amelia’s silky deceit. It resonated deep within me, vibrating against the walls of a soul that had just begun to understand its own fragility.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

And Jolene’s whole body dissolved in the molten lava of her release. “Fuck, yes,” Silver growled, and let himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushed deep – as deep as he could go – and then held himself there. His large body strained, tensed… and he rode the undulating, pulsing waves, just let them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

Chapter 124: I did because I'm a villain who ruins everyone's story Elsie read the comments section quietly as she sipped her tea in a cafe. Her gaze was fixed on the cup, which was cold and tasted like chaff. She was not in the right state of mind to enjoy the tea, even though it was from her favorite cafe. "It is only the beginning auntie, I will bring down everything you erupted with my mother's resources. " As the door opened, the good luck chains hanging over it rang from the wind. It brought Elsie's focus to the door.

"And he is handsome. My husband would forgive me for saying so." Elsie lifted her head, glaring at them. "Are you all trying to make me feel better or worse?" "Better, obviously," Hecate said. "We are just pointing out the silver lining." "There is no silver lining," Elsie said, standing abruptly. "If you are not going to help me, then do not stand in my way." She turned and walked toward the door, her steps quick, her heart pounding. "Elsie," Nyra called after her. "Where are you going?"

It felt like hunger, but food wouldn't touch it. Elias was at the foot of the ruined stairs, his chest heaving. The silver-wire burns were deep, black welts that hissed against his pale skin, refusing to knit shut. Silver was the one thing his immortality couldn't easily dismiss; it was a poison that stalled the very air in his lungs. "Catherine," he rasped, his voice cracking. "I... I did that," she whispered, staring at her hands. Her fingernails were blackened at the tips, as if she’d reached into a furnace.

The dawn light filtered through the thin curtains of Elara’s small cabin, painting the wooden walls in pale gold. She had not slept. How could she? The weight of her decision pressed down on her like the mountains themselves, heavy and unyielding. She sat on the edge of her narrow bed, fingers tracing the worn leather cover of her mother’s journal. The book was her most precious possession—pages filled with Selene’s elegant script, detailing herbs, rituals, and cryptic notes about bloodlines that Elara had never fully understood. “Silver runs deep,” one entry read. “But silver bends before it breaks.” Elara wondered if her mother had known this day would come.

As he looked at the stack of folders and homework in front of him, he sighed, so much to learn. “You still have work?” Elsa asked. “I finished mine last night… here.” She grabbed the top proposal. “Let’s get through this together, okay?” Jackson nodded as he opened another email, this one from the Luna. “By the way, remember our conversation earlier? About how our Alpha is known as the Demon of SilverFang?” Elsa looked up from the financials and nodded.