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My pulse quickened as I stood between them. “Prove my intentions?” Steele chuckled, tilting his head at Talon. “I don’t waste time with games. I’m here because my sister matters. Nothing more.” But even as he said it, I felt there was something he wasn’t saying. Kael stepped back, though his jaw stayed tight. “Fine. Then let’s get this ritual over with.” I clutched Aurelia’s pendant, its weight pressing heavier against my chest than ever before. The beach wasn’t empty—people lingered, laughter and chatter carrying faintly—but in our circle, the air felt charged.

she whispered, lifting my dress to expose my thighs, pressing the toy against my clit through my panties. I gasped, the vibration jolting through me, my legs trembling as the sensation ignited a fire deep within. “Stay silent, or the ritual breaks,” the brunette teased, her fingers joining the toy, slipping under my panties to rub my clit, stretching me with two digits. The risk of the Coven’s judgment fueled my arousal, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the petite woman knelt, tugging my panties down, her tongue licking my folds with a deliberate slowness, sucking my clit with a skill that made my knees weak. The tattooed woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my d

she reassured me, her touch offering solace in the face of uncertainty. I looked into her eyes, finding solace and understanding in their depths. "I worry about the unknown, Margret. What if something goes wrong? What if I'm not prepared enough? What if..." My voice trailed off, the weight of my apprehensions almost suffocating. Margret's soothing voice filled the air, her words like a balm for my anxious soul. "Listen and support. The rituals we perform are not solitary endeavors; they are collective efforts where each member contributes their energy and intention. We have prepared extensively for this ritual, and you have been diligently studying and practicing. Trust in the knowledge and

"No… please don't…" But no one was listening. The ritual was held in the pack's sacred chamber that night. Ancient runes glowed on the floor. Tessa lay on one side of a stone altar; I was forced onto the other. Silver chains bound my wrists and ankles. As Dr. Wade began chanting in an ancient tongue, moonlight streamed through a skylight, landing directly on my belly. I could feel my pup squirming inside me, as if it sensed the danger. "Begin," Ethan ordered, standing beside the altar, his face unreadable.

My dad is amongst the elders that conducted the ritual so it was really hard for me to run away from it ,even if I did they would still find me and bring me out and that was one reason why I should just participate . “Freya ,we have been waiting for you all day , when are you coming? The ritual would be starting in an hour and dad had asked us to be there before it starts”I heard Tessa, my elder sister, say and I stood up immediately . “I would get out sis “I replied and I heard her footsteps going away from my door and I knew that she was gone . Tessa was my immediate elder sister ,she’s just a year older than me ,I’m 17 and she’s 18 and we are both born on the same date making her exactly

She wasn't addressing anyone in particular but it was obvious her orders were directed to the guards, "tell them we have a ritual to hold and set up a room for the ritual." "I'll do it," Lilith spoke beside me as she stepped out into the spotlight. She was addressing the room but her eyes, burning so bright with unbridled hatred, were focused on Hera. She was also an Adane from the Tanz House and it was only them that could perform the Tanzu ritual. "I'll hold the ritual."

Several times, she emphasized that the ritual wouldn't work unless Cassian and I remained still and maintained our positions. "Your Highness, Prince Cassian, please look at where Miss Seraphine is. Mimic all her poses and movements," Tiffany requested. "And you, Miss Seraphine, please don't move at all. This ritual depends on your consistency." I listened quietly, slightly surprised that Tiffany, who appeared innocent and gentle, could speak so sternly. "Alright, I'm ready," I said after adjusting my lying position. "Please do not move at all," Tiffany requested once again.

River – POV “River Steller,” the priestess called out, her voice rising above the soft murmurs of the crowd. I froze for half a second. Hailey squeezed my hand. “That’s you,” she whispered with a grin. I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, gave her a faint nod, and stepped forward. The crowd parted as I walked toward the stage. The priestess stood in the center, draped in flowing robes that shimmered under the moonlight. Her hair was braided with wildflowers and silver beads, and her presence felt otherworldly—like she carried centuries in her bones.

“Let me go. This is insane. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” The priestess smiled, almost tenderly. “Too late for that. You were chosen the moment you crossed our threshold. Your doubt will make your surrender all the sweeter.” She picked up one of the ritual knives from a nearby velvet cloth, a beautiful silver blade with an ornate handle carved like intertwining female bodies. The edge looked razor sharp. The other women began to chant softly, a rhythmic, hypnotic melody that vibrated through the stone beneath Lila’s back.

We sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, drawing comfort from the moment. Eventually, it was time to face the rituals. We stood up, Kael's hand holding mine as we descended the stairs. Elder Thalos waited at the bottom, his warm voice greeting us. "I was about to call you," he said. "We need to begin the rituals. Follow me." We enter an open space, which looks like a hall. The elder slammed his staff so hard that stone dust shivered from the ceiling. “You listen,” he said, eyes flaring with a heat that didn’t belong to age. “And you do not falter. There is one rite that buys you time, no more.”