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Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“You left this place am innocent little werewolf. And now you return with blood on your hands. Do you really think Zaphyr will welcome you back?” “I don’t need a welcome,” I said. “I need warriors.” “And what makes you think I’ll help you convince him?” she asked. “Because I’m your daughter,” I said softly, but firmly. “And because you know better than anyone what I’m capable of.” She stared at me for a long moment. “You always were like me,” she said. “Ruthless and unapologetic.” I didn’t deny it because it was true, and I don't regret being like this.

Chapter 17 The sand was cold beneath my feet, when I stepped into the training ground again, my body has not fully recovered.but I couldn't give up now. I felt in in my shoulders , legs and arm . perhaps all over my being. , but still I stood there . Today felt different, the worriors where already forming groups, there was a strange energy in the air like something was about to snap. Roshan stood at the centre of the training ground, his posture staright and expression unreadable.

I started to say "or what if I don't shift at all, what if Lila is right and I'm just adopted and not entitled to any of the moon goddess powers” She placed her arm on my shoulder to calm me, squeezing lightly "You are entitled to everything this pack has, you're the Beta's daughter” I sighed, again no one knew the part where I felt like I was an outcaste. “I just want to matter" my voice broke “You do" she encouraged, squeezing harder “to your father, to the moon goddess and tomorrow to the whole pack" The corner of my lips suddenly lifted in a stiff smile as she smiled back at me.

She wanted to speak to her before she left for the kingdom of Volar. What she did not know was that, just like her, her Master, Kristoff was also staring at his daughter and the Lord. His fists were clenched and the veins on his forehead were about to burst out in anger. He had never been this vexed and bound and it was all because of the wicked king. He could only watch as the Lord snatched his beloved daughter from him and chained her in this forlorn relationship. Kristoff punched his hand at the wall and his hand started to bleed due to the force he had exerted. However, he did not care. The pain and agony his daughter was going to undergo in the future was more than the mere pain from hi

I growl when she makes a move to give up midway. I follow his movements like a fucking spectator, looking forward to the scenes of the next few chapters like an addict. With each piece of skin revealed, my anxiety increases and my heart accelerates in its beats. Fuck! The shirt is now piled on the floor, discarded as useless, and it has just awakened the demon in me. The girl bites her lips in nervousness and looks away

Nick paused. He drew back and connected their gaze. Her eyes didn't have a trace of desire in them unlike his. They were emotionless but he could see through them. A tinge of anguish was burning beneath her brilliant orbs. She smiled ruefully at him. "I am indeed a whore's daughter but you were wrong to assume that I would appreciate being traded off from one man to another, you know," she stated while staring into his eyes. Nick had no reply to that. " I...I told.."

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

Now he's pretending, which isn't necessary since I know it's just acting because Cleo called him “Daddy. “I was holding her when she gave up the ghost,” I continue, my voice shaking despite how hard I try to steady it. “She just… stopped fighting. She gave up.” A broken laugh escapes me, and I taste the bitterness on my tongue. I feel empty thinking about it. Tears slide down my face, but I don’t bother wiping them away. I am the daughter of a mad woman. That’s what Christina always says. A woman who chose death over her own child.

Like approval. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls. Not a hunter. Not an enemy. Just a wolf. Calling to the moon. Calling to me. I am Lyra. Daughter of a dead woman. Heir of a forgotten bloodline. Mate of a cursed Alpha. I am not nobody. I never was. And the war has only just begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 20