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Reality shattered. The fragments in her hands exploded into searing white light. Her body burned. Her thoughts fractured. Her scream tore the collapsing world open. And then— Everything went silent. Pitch-black. Lifeless. Still. A single white pulse glowed in the dark. Another. Another. Then— Nathan’s voice, weak but real: “Alina… where are you…?” She reached toward the sound— But her hand… wasn’t solid. She looked down. Her body was dissolving into code.

CHAPTER 13 – THE SHATTERED ILLUSION Althea’s POV “Stop shaking,” I whispered to myself. But my hands wouldn’t listen. The photograph lay on my lap innocent, harmless, and at the same time the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. Damian. Darius. Side by side. Same face. Same eyes. Same jawline. But only one of them had the tiny, faint scar at the corner of his right eyebrow. And it wasn’t Damian.

"Ella, don't frame me like that! Even if I had heavenly powers, I couldn't change your baby's eye color. In the end, it was your own foolishness—and now you've dragged the entire Witches' Covenant into disgrace!" My sister nearly fainted with fury. She had endured pregnancy and unspeakable suffering, all for the chance to become queen after giving birth. Now her dream was shattered, her scandal laid bare before the world. Seeing the murderous intent blazing in the prince's eyes, she dropped to her knees. "For the sake of what we once shared… please, let me go!" If she were still the enchanting beauty she once was, the prince might have wavered. But the withered creature before him now made h

And I did not know what to do. I let my dark energy flow through me, unleashing it on the practice dummy in front of me. Shadows lashed out, tearing through the straw and burlap, shredding it into pieces. I did not stop. I kept going, pouring my fear and frustration into the attack, watching the dummy crumble under the assault. "Sage." Cass's voice cut through my focus. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at the remains of the dummy, then back at me. "You have ruined that dummy down to the dust. Is that not enough, or do you need another one?"

But now, that dream had been shattered, replaced by a nightmare that she couldn’t escape. Elara shook her head, her tears blurring her vision as she struggled to breathe. “I can’t do it,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “I can’t kill our baby.” Adrian’s expression remained cold, distant. “You have to,” he said quietly. “It’s the only way.” Elara felt her heart shatter completely, the pain of his words too much to bear. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that the man she had fallen in love with was asking her to do something so unthinkable.

Chapter 184: The Shattered Moon Selena’s POV The moon hung low in the sky, its light dim and eerie as if reflecting the turmoil brewing among the packs. I had spent weeks pouring over ancient texts and relic fragments, trying to piece together the warnings hidden in their cryptic verses. The dreams had started after Veyron’s defeat—haunting visions of a moon-cracked and bleeding light, surrounded by chaos and fire. Each dream was more vivid than the last, leaving me gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. I had dismissed them at first, thinking they were the remnants of my guilt and trauma. But the symbols were too specific, the messages too insistent.

what was that? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to recall the dream, but the images were scattered, disjointed. Blurry. Except for one. A woman lay on the ground, her hands and legs bound. A man loomed over her, gripping a baseball bat. And then— Crack. I jolted, my breath hitching. My stomach twisted in knots. That wasn't just any dream. It felt real. Too real. Was it a memory? I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Was I... was I the woman on the ground? And if so, who was the man?

This time, I let him stay. No promises. No definitions. Just presence. I wasn’t ready for love again. But I was ready for peace. The Final Line Healing isn’t loud. It doesn’t announce itself with a finish line or fanfare. It comes in whispers. In steadiness. In the absence of panic. In the knowledge that what broke you will never be allowed to break you again. I am Elena Hart. I have been betrayed. I have been broken. But I am not done. Not yet.

“He knows what happens when people cannot dream safely.” Fear without release. Anger without memory. A loud crash echoed from below. Stone shattered. Someone cried out in pain. Saraphina closed her eyes and reached inward. The dream current roared. Not chaotic. Directed. Malrec’s influence threaded through it like wire, tightening, steering, amplifying the sharpest edges of fear. “He is dividing the city by sleep,” she whispered. “Those who dream. Those who cannot. Those who break.” Lucian placed a steady hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what you need.”

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"