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Chapter 20 The Awakening Fiona’s POV The first thing I became aware of was the silence—an all-encompassing, heavy silence that pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. It was the kind of silence that made you question whether you were truly alive, or if you had slipped into some unknown void where nothing existed except your thoughts.

Chapter 25 The room was quieter than a grave, but the silence cut deeper than any blade. My chest was a storm, and I hadn’t moved from my chair since the silver glow on her waist seared itself into my memory. The book lay open on my lap, its pages trembling with the twitch of my restless fingers. Three deaths. Three awakenings. The words clawed at me like a curse I couldn’t tear free from. “How are you awake, and how are you here?” The question slipped out, brittle, unsteady, half disbelief, half threat. My wolf should have been on edge, but instead, every coil of tension in me twisted into something dangerous, almost ecstatic.

Even though bedding with women was not new to me, there was something strikingly different about her, as if I was picking up an innocent flower from a bouquet where all the luxurious flowers were tied together, yet she caught my interest. The next second I ripped off her clothes with fervent impatience and then removed mine before taking her into my possession. Although there were many things in my head, the darkness of lust could not provide enough light for my thoughts to proceed as it made me devour the woman until she passed out in exhaustion. ★★★ Katherine A voice next to me stirred me awake, pulling me from the sleep. My hand instinctively went to my shoulder, where a sharp, throbbing

“Only if you do not need me to help,” Martha chuckled and softly slipped her arm into mine, so we were walking, not as guard and prisoner but as companions. “Only if you tell me all about it,” causing me to giggle as the huge double doors opened and the wall of steam greeted us. Once she had attended to two other girls she helped to wash my long blonde hair with a water jug. “Martha, what is the Awakening?” She sighed, “you’re obviously a bit older than most but you’ve been sheltered. It is the period when you first meet and eventually are accepted by a wolf spirit. Normally happens when you’re a teenager.”

Chapter One hundred and two : Awakening Lily's POV Pain. That was the initial emotion I felt. A searing, gnawing pain seeped into my abdomen, tightening my air. My body was heavy, as if I was sinking into something too cushy but too confining. I tried to move, but the moment I did, a burning, searing sensation raged through me, forcing out a weak gasp from my lips. Where was I? I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too bright, and my head pounded. Everything was distant, as if I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. Then, through the haze, I heard something—someone.

“It listens. It responds.” “Oh God…” My shaky hand lifted to my stomach. “No. No, no, no….” Because it didn’t feel like sickness, it felt like an awakening. A crawling pressure climbed up my ribs, hot and cold all at once. My vision blurred, and a violent pulse throbbed at the base of my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made everything sharper, the movement under my skin, the tightening around my lungs, the whispering sensation spreading through my veins.

"What?" Sophie pulled out a burned letter, edges still smoking. "This was nailed to the Academy gates. Your mother's handwriting, but impossible—she's been dead for years. It says 'The first to wake chooses the fate of all three.' Nova woke first, eighteen years ago. Her choice is already made."

And deep in my chest… Something ancient something buried something forbidden …opened its eyes. Rockan reached for me again But I was already glowing. Again. Brighter. Hotter. Louder. And I knew My awakening had only just begun. And nothing would stop it now.

The Awakening Far below the earth, deeper than miners had ever dug and older than the hills themselves, something stirred. At first, it was only a tremor, a shifting of ancient stone. Water dripped into the silence, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. Then a pair of eyes opened. Molten gold, burning with hunger. Another pair. And another. Three sets of eyes glowed in the darkness. Smoke curled from nostrils, carrying the stench of sulfur. A body unfurled—lion’s haunches, serpent’s tail, goat’s head twisted with scars of ages past. A nightmare stitched together by gods and forgotten by men.

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.