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All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

He'd been so careful. He’d just wanted a temporary thrill. Once he got tired of the game, he’d go back to being Lucia’s perfect mate. Just then, a searing pain erupted from his left shoulder. "Ah—" He nearly passed out from the agony and instinctively ripped his shirt open. The mate mark that should have been deeply etched into his skin was gone. His shoulder was bare, as if the mark had never existed. Andrew knew what this meant. This wasn't her just running away. She had severed the bond. Completely. Irreversibly.

“So the boy thinks they're safe. We’ll use that.” Marcus blinked. “What?” “Lucas is going to help me end Dominic. Whether he wants to or not. We’ll make him a weapon against his father.” Marcus gave a low whistle. “That’s dark. I like it.” “You’ll lie low,” I ordered. “Patrols will be swarming the borders by morning. We can’t afford to give off our trail now.” “I can handle—” “I said lie low.” I moved to the drawer and pulled out a parcel wrapped in worn wolfskin. The contents were ash,bloodstone and bone. A symbol older than these packs even remember.

“I will leave no one alive.” Chris paled at my words. The color drained from his face, and for a moment, he looked as though all the strength had been sucked out of him. We stood there, locked in a tense silence. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles white. Finally, he exhaled harshly, his shoulders sagging under the weight of my threat. “I don’t have the strength to fight someone like you,” he admitted, his voice low and bitter. “You’re a monster.”

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

My hands were painted crimson, and my heart was racing. The snow was only falling harder and after a few minutes I heard footsteps. I couldn't transform into my wolf because I was injured. Someone offered me their hand and when I looked up, I saw the devil. “Who are you?” I whispered curiously and he smirked at me. “I work for the dark tide kid.”

Their leader, Mark, a tall, imposing figure with a scar etched across his face, stood at one end of the room, flanked by his trusted lieutenant, Robin, a man known for his cunning and ruthlessness. As we took our places at the table, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of apprehension and determination. Mark's cold, piercing eyes locked onto us, assessing our every move. I could sense the underlying power play at hand, the delicate balance of negotiation and survival. With a subtle nod from Alex, I took the lead, opening the conversation with a carefully chosen set of words. "Mark, Robin, we appreciate your willingness to sit down and discuss a possible alliance. But understand, trust is not

I stiffened. “In every way,” he continued. “Salcan has always been driven by vengeance. That was the spark. That was what pushed him to challenge Damien and to take land from him. From the first day Alpha Damien claimed the Moonless Lands, Salcan wanted everything he believed was taken from him. Including you.” My heart skipped. “And there is more,” Lord Marco said. “Lumina was made from your blood. You cannot forget that.” I swallowed. “My blood reverses the effect of Lumina,” I said softly.

Zamien asked as he pressed his for on Mark’s chest. Mark cried out in pain. His forehead was already bleeding when Zamien forwarded his hand. A red flame produced around his hand and he said, “It will extract all the energy from you. Then you will no longer be a special Devil.” Zamien smirked. His pull on Mark’s hair was still intact and he brought his hand closer to Mark’s chest when Mark defended that flame using a white one. The other second Mark grabbed Zamien’s wrist and grinned at him. “Y-you again underestimated me,” Mark stated. Damien had reached there by then. Mark’s eyes were glistening brought green as he looked at Zamien. “Let’s go together to the underworld,” Mark whispered and

I closed my eyes briefly and minutes later opened it when I heard a twig snapping to my left. “Mark?” I mumbled his name, and I heard shifting to my right before his voice came. “Yeah?” My eyes snapped open when I realized he had been to my right all this time. Then who had- Before I could tell put in alarm, the place became surrounded by wolves. Instantly, Hilda and Mischa sprang up, and rushed to my side, clearly in an effort to protect me. “Rogues,” Mark looked pale as he stood in front. The rogues wolves parted as a man stepped forward. He had a full beard with grey streaks and a scar over one eye.