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If it could aid us in finding them, I could bear the scent for a few moments. Shanti requested to use my kitchen to set up her ingredients and the ritual. She boiled water and other ingredients over the stove. When everything came to a boil she poured the concoction over the jewelry and wrapped it around a thick black cord with a clear crystal. She gathered the items in her hand and closed her eyes. After a few moments that felt like hours her eyes quickly opened and she gasped for air. She motioned for a pen and pad and drew the location out for us.

It was Tessa who was coming towards us. "You two took so long to come back and I wondered what happened," she says seeming relieved. "You came to feed him?" I asked She asks and I nod. "Need more?" She asks Mason and he walks towards her. "Yes, but I would rather suck Alex dry instead of touching you. You are carrying out baby and you need to be healthy," he said and bent to kiss her. I looked at them and thanked heavens for this gift. "Shall we go back?" Tessa asked after breaking the kiss and added, "the ritual is about to start."

“What do you mean?” “They want you,” she said, her voice trembling. “They need you for the ritual.” “I know that already, Gilly. Anything else?” I asked calmly. “Priori incantatem… when it’s done… all of us who are pure… we will all d-“ Her words trailed off as her hands suddenly clawed at her throat and her eyes widened in terror. “No!” I shouted, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away. Her body convulsed and her screams pierced the air. “Make it stop!” she cried with tears streaming down her face.

she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. The Shaman closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if drawing strength from the very air around her. When she opened her eyes again, they seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light. "There is a ritual," she said slowly, her voice taking on a melodic cadence. "A ritual that can bind your souls together, transcending the physical laws that govern this realm. It is ancient and powerful, and it requires the utmost trust and commitment from all involved." Shane leaned forward, his eyes filled with determination. "We'll do whatever it takes," he said firmly. "Just tell us what we need to do."

Dad's sneer was only audible to those on the stage, and I heard the group of warriors who had been tasked with holding the sashes, crowns, and broaches snickering as they tried to maintain their composure. Keaton waved his hand in dismissal, then settled his eyes on Myla, who had just been escorted to the stage herself. "Very interesting indeed," mumbled the High Priestess as she stepped forward once again and reluctantly began the ceremony. Keaton and Myla were first, their sashes soon decorated with emblems and brooches to signify their new rank. Keaton fished through his pockets as the High Priestess moved toward me and Troy, pulling a exquisite tiara made of gold, emeralds, and sea glass

He grunts in pain but stays standing. "Stay focused Talia! You must complete the rites!" Bran screams "Not when I'll wipe you all out right now!" Sylas replies laughing wickedly. Kaelith quickly casts a protective shield around them, but the dome flickers. The ritual hasn’t been completed, so the power is unstable and leaking away. Inside her, Tiara’s voice speaks urgently: “You must finish it… or everything ends.” Talia wipes blood from her face and calls out to her warriors, commanding them to form a circle around the altar. They obey without hesitation, standing shoulder to shoulder against the chaos.

Dmitri shed off his ritual gear, looped his arm around my waist and led me out into the fray. This was the first time Nathan had directed the ceremony, instead of Dmitri since the officiating couple were supposed to be bonded, or soon to be bonded mates. It wasn’t just a welcome into manhood for them, it was a fertility rite. Once upon a time, we’d be the ones to kick off an orgy, and afterwards they all would have run around goosing and kissing the women of the pack throughout the day to share their vitality and bless them with fertility. Another tradition I was glad had died out through the ages. Although, I did receive a few pinches on my ass, until Dmitri wrapped his arms around me more

A reason to judge me. A reason to reject me. “I’ll do it,” I said. The look on Rex’s face told me he hadn’t expected that. A hint of concern flickered in his eyes, but when he realized I wasn’t joking, he squeezed my hand and stepped back. The High Priestess began the ritual by collecting drops of our blood, mixing them inside a small golden cup. The room fell into a heavy silence as she chanted those strange ancient words. Every eye in the hall was glued to that cup—even though they couldn’t see what was inside.

The earth rattled beneath us. We reached the entrance of the ritual chamber, but before Kael could push the doors open, a sharp wave of energy slammed them shut from the other side. Kael staggered back and tightened his hold on Elara, and I steadied myself against the sudden force pressing into my chest. Then the priestess stepped forward. Her eyes glowed like dark coals, her face tight with anger and something almost like fear, and she lifted the blood-stained staff she had used in the ritual.

“I don’t know what he sees in you. But I’ll tell you this, I already have someone better. Once this little performance is over, go back where you came from.” In her dreams. I wasn’t letting go of this. “But Mother… the ritual is tradition. How can you call it a little performance?” I asked, keeping my voice sweet. “Oh, so you can talk back.” Her lip curled. “And don’t call me Mother. I’m not your mother. Yes, it’s tradition—I’ll give you that. But it’s not your cunt I want to watch riding dicks and performing the ritual. I prefer the omega I chose.” So that was it. She didn’t want me as her son’s mate. We’ll see about that.