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Stefan muttered and looked at the stream nearby and chuckled. Rhye stepped toward Stefan, his body snaked to attack, his fangs glinting in the dark. "Don’t try me, old friend." Lily trembled, but Stefan simply arched an arrogant brow. Strength or foolishness? It's impossible to say. "You can flash all the fangs you want, Alpha Rhye. I have no rationale for why my daughter would be targeting you, or why they would have an interest in your witch. Find Gabriel and you'll know."

Rogan doesn't answer, just looks at her. "Anya, do you want to tell him or should I?" Rogan asks, staring at her intently. My brain starts conjuring up all sorts of stories and none of them I like. I don't like that they seem to share a secret. "I'll do it," she murmurs with a soft, feminine voice. Nobody has told me she belongs to Rogan, so I allow myself to observe her deeply this time. Her face is very pretty. Small nose, pink and pouty lips, long neck, slim body. She's attractive and if I’m smart, I’ve already fucked her, "I'm your fated mate, Jae. Do you remember what that is?"

the lady quickly tipped in. "I don't know my name," Arya said anxiously, trying to calm down. "I'm Gayle. I'm a hybrid just like you. Say your name. Think and remember," Gayle said. Arya shut her eyes tight and tried to remember herself, but came up blank. Her wolf was growing violent now, and sizing Gayle up dangerously. Gayle closed the gap between them and bit her on the shoulder. Arya let out a scream, and her eyes grew from glow to red.

She is feeling like she is drowning. "Alpha Kyra, you found your mate as soon as you rejected Dane? How wonderful. I suggest you accept him. It would be great for you and your wolf to recover from Dane's betrayal" Kyra froze when she heard Lady Sharon's voice.

The air carried tension, not open hostility but wary curiosity. Derek stood at her right as Alpha of Montenegro. Jax remained slightly behind her left shoulder, not as ornament but as presence. Jale took his place near the council circle, silent observer. Raya stepped forward alone. No crown adorned her head. No ceremonial cloak marked her status. She wore simple black, her hair pulled back, her posture relaxed but grounded. “I know why you are uneasy,” she began, her voice carrying clearly without force. “You felt Drail’s claim. You felt my response. You are wondering which version of destiny will win.”

All though she was not in support of this, but she had to just give a nod. "You know I have waited for a long time now to take revenge on the alpha of the crest palace, I lived the remaining days of my life with the intentions of finally taking revenge on him, and now, nothing or no one can stop me." She said in a stern look, smirking at the same time. "h..how do you intend to take revenge on Zayn? Do you intend to kill him?" Aerona asked in curiosity. "Death is something worst for a monster like him. He shouldn't even live a day to see the rays of sunlight." Aurora said and turned her gaze to Aerona.

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

As they approached the port, Raenerys couldn't help but think of what she had seen before they left the north. Acheron is talking to Sera. She couldn't quite figure out how the two had the chance to talk because she was sure it wasn't the first time. What makes Acheron communicate with Sera? Because of that question, she couldn't stop glancing at Sera, who was now excited to land her feet on the sand of the Eastern Region. But even so, she could feel the sharp look in Raenerys' glance at her. Even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't do it because it might only make her angry. She can't afford to be killed by Raenerys here; even if she wants to submit her own life if Raenerys wants it

Valor smiled, "You really are something, wish I had some of that magic though." Aynyra chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, "There is something I have to tell you though." He grabbed her hand sympathetically, "What is it?" "You know Nira? Well, she has magic. Her real name is Rhaenyx Maltalor and she's an assassin. I met her a while back in the streets, she and her friend Kaia showed me some kindness and helped me out. She was so powerful back then, I mean physically skilled. The greatest fighter I ever met. When she turned up at the palace and married our father, I didn't know how to react. Then I went to her room, she kissed me, or well, we kissed. Then just recently I found her by th