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For now, the Alphas are discussing bets, enjoying drinks, and watching dance performances. Just when I finish with work, a force grabs my wrist and pulls me into a corner. Beneath the moonlight, his blue eyes meet mine. “Didn’t you say you want to meet Fera?” His fingers dangle the keys inches away from my eyes, ringing the clinking of metal. “How did you get the keys?” “I am Rizz Sylvester.” He whispers. My lips couldn't help but smile. We escape the crowd, going back inside, and sneakily enter the Silver Quarters. The hallways are empty, and so are the rooms. There are more than sixty rooms alone in the Silver Quarters. Lozark does spend lavishly.

Dad barked. Mom gasped when she saw me, her hands flying to cover her mouth. "Oh Dante!" she cried, rushing to my side. I attempted to get up, but the pain was excruciating. For some reason, I was healing a lot slower than usual. Something was terribly wrong. Silver! Our mate's claws are infused with silver! Quinn howled. The realization sent a shiver down my spine. How was that possible?

“Marriage is a liability I cannot afford. I will seal my position as Capo by slashing the throats of anyone who speaks against me. Not by some fucking marriage. It is never going to happen. Not today ,not tomorrow,not ever, Don Silver. Using his name caught his attention and I wished it hadn’t. His eyes shot up. I saw the split second of anger on his face before the schooled mask of calm slipped back on. “ At the expense of you seat as Capo?”, he asked in a dangerously low voice. A sharp intake of breath escaped from my lips in surprise. “ You will not-“ “You don’t get to tell me what I will and will not do Kian DaSilver.You will listen and listen good.!”

In just over a quarter hour, Chase had eliminated both men. Walter and another general were still fighting nearby, while Quinn and Mia below appeared to be handling their opponents with ease. Chase turned his gaze toward the previously arrogant silver-armored general. "Your turn. Come at me!" He pointed Greedy Wolf at his opponent, his voice full of confidence. Hearing that, the silver-armored general snorted coldly. His halberd struck out like a silver dragon, instantly appearing before Chase. Seeing Chase remain motionless, as if stunned by his sudden attack, the silver-armored general could not help but smirk coldly.

I was full of rage and bloodlust, savoring the sleek sound of his blood dripping when I suddenly felt a stab on Jia’s side. I yelped and immediately pulled back, feeling the spear penetrate my skin. I stood on all fours, shaking my head at the sudden assault I felt inside my system. I could feel Jia healing, but something was blocking it. And my wound felt almost hot, as if my skin was sizzling with something. My knees suddenly wobbled. The pain I was feeling intensified. Then I realized what it was as the biting pain continued. Silver. There was silver all around the tip of the spear.

My throat hurts a lot, I feel weak all over…grieving over the loss of our own. Sitting here, with my back to everyone, hallowed and lost in my grief…the tears don’t desist their flow as I shut my eyes. I can feel the anger, the thirst for blood, the crave to rip off flesh…all diabolic levels of hostility, defusing from every single wolf back there. Bringing my shattered state to turn around, I’m stunned to see Silver…what are those sparks around him? They go off like the lightning and I’m further surprised to see the coat of frost creating a flooring beneath his paws.

The Circus crew hiss at him but Spencer raised his hand to stop them as his smile disappeared. " Don't stop me another time, You do you, I'll do me, I don't sneak on people, they must know that I'm coming. " Silver threw him far away as Spencer turned in the air so fast to stand on his feet again, he coughs a little while Monica approached him. " Are you alright? " Spencer started to laugh manically again amused by how Silver is stronger by the curse. Consumed by the hatred. Without love involved. Spencer pushed Monica aside approaching his lord again pending on his knees.

His golden eyes locked onto mine. "What exactly are you?" End of Chapter 8

The liquid gold that had leaked from the upper Spire was now pooling at the edges of the room, vibrating at a high, metallic frequency that made everyone's ears bleed. Malachi didn't listen. The moment his physical eyes cleared, he didn't care about the gravity, the gold, or the shadow-beasts. He drove his hands into the stone floor, unleashing a tidal wave of solid midnight smoke that raced toward the crimson pillar, attempting to block the light from touching his son.

Lyra and Darius screamed in unison, voices merging into one pathetic wail. Dark liquid splattered across the dirt like spilled ink—harmless now that the container was broken. They looked absolutely horrified, as if I had just smashed their last lifeline. I ignored them completely. I lifted my hand, palm facing the broken pieces. Heat curled around my fingers—warm, familiar, powerful. Silver flames bloomed from my skin like living fire, sweeping down in a controlled wave toward the shattered vial. The world lit up in silver. The flames devoured the remnants, burning hot enough to warp the dirt beneath it, leaving nothing but melted ash and scorched earth behind.