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When I reach the cliff again, I see Alex. His throat has been cut open. Blood sprays from the severed artery. He gasps for air. His hands claw helplessly at the wound. He struggles. For two long minutes. Then— Silence. — The fourth time. Melissa. Wolf claws tear through her torso. Blood spreads across the ground, turning the moonlight deep crimson. She coughs. Collapses. And doesn’t rise again. — Again. And again. And again. The people I love. My friends.

“What does that even mean?” Liana stood up from her bed and came to sit next to me. She hugged me in a tight embrace as she said quietly. “Whatever he said, we will get through it.” “He even ruined my beautiful skin.” I said this time unable to stop my tears from falling. “I don’t know how I managed to trust him before. He’s ...malicious. When he called me to their side his eyes were filled with a tenderness that I’ve never seen, but when he came to see me where they locked me in he was a different kind of person.” I said wiping my tears off again.

She answered without looking at him– her face burning with embarrassment. “Woow..” Phidelia exuded, leaning towards her sister. “I can see someone's face burning. Did you like it?” She inquired and received a glare for it. “Ah,” She smiled, returning to her original position. “That could actually kill a cat.” She grumbled with a grin. ******

“Let’s enjoy this meal together.” “No place for Lunas? This war waged on most of your reign as an Alpha. That is until an eighteen-year-old girl you abused and tortured stepped in and gained your enemies as allies. I think it is no place for Alphas.” I bit the chicken off my fork and Armand chuckled at me. “I admit, I find you fascinating.” “Admit what you like. Personally, I want to know if you are Viktor’s enemy or ally?” “From your track record I would say enemy. You seem to be collecting those from your former Alpha. Now tell me, where did you get that spell?”

ASTER I looked at Valeria’s face as it battered in blood; her once smooth and flawless face turned brutal and masked with the blood of the rouge's, which made it look even more alluring. I wanted to touch her, to have her there and now, but she refused saying she was filthy. Did she know how intoxicating that word is? Yeah, I love my women filthy in every bedroom sense. Thinking of these, my heart clenched as I recall last night when she sat so close to my brother Darren. I can't stop feeling that she is drawn to Darren, or rather, Darren was drawn to her. Such thinking makes my heart clenched.

It certainly belonged more in a laboratory notebook, given the mention of trials. I had the feeling that whoever wrote this into the book was very emotionally invested in both The Vicious and the cure. What could that mean? I contemplated this, closing my eyes and putting everything I knew together again. The Vicious were humans without any trace of vampire in their bloodline, and therefore failed turnings that resulted in mindless monsters. The Cult of Ares wanted to use them as weapons, given what I'd overheard from Misty and Remus. Finally, there was a vampire here really invested in The Vicious, but for opposite reasons of this Cult.

She was so tired of everything that her heart refused to take it more or she'd faint. What a pity! She wanted this to be over, for him to be gone, but it wasn't going to happen. He wasn't losing interest in her, which was extremely dangerous. His deep eyes were filled with emotions so intense that they scared her. Lust, desire, and hatred. She knew he wouldn't leave until he completely destroyed her.

She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged. Behind her, two men dragged a body into the corner. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Just kept walking. “Are you sure?” asked the man at her side. “About going back?” Valeria turned slowly, her eyes glinting with feral obsession. “He belongs to me.” “He’s built an empire. Untouchable now. You saw what he did to Volkov.” A sick smile curved her lips. “And yet he let himself get soft. A woman. A baby. How precious.”

No chance to win or retaliate without getting burned. Victor... you're truly vile and heartless to your core... Gloria whispered bitterly in her heart. Suddenly, a torrent of painful memories crashed over her like a tidal wave—all the endless mockery, cruel insults, sneering disdain, and relentless emotional abuse that Victor had inflicted upon her over the years. She could almost see traces of her husband's cold cruelty mirrored right there in Lukas's furious eyes, blurring the line between the two brothers in her frightened mind.

In the domain world, the Lord's bitch or the Lord's pet is as good as the Lord's wife in the real world and before a lord chooses a pet or bitch, it takes many selections and scrutinies, and that was in the situation whereby the Lord didn't find a girl he likes or loves even. The situation of Grace is so unique that Valentine even risked inviting trouble from the twin lords and still picked Grace up, so one can imagine how much care he reveals there. And here Victor was fucking her or could it be said that he was trying to? Well, after tasting every part of her that is.