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Chapter 22 Charlotte spent the last few days meticulously observing Ezra, Volkan’s supposed wife, a woman who radiated an unsettling aura of fragility and controlled fury. She couldn't control her anger when it came to this woman either. She wasn't sure if she was angry for her or with her. Ezra’s story, of a love-struck naive girl, swept off her feet by a charismatic mafia boss, was riddled with inconsistencies, tiny cracks in the carefully constructed façade.

QUEENETH’S POV The Pact of Shadows The Hollow King’s voice does not raise. It does not need to. He speaks and the air tightens. The world around us shrinks to the space between his words and my heartbeat. “Join me,” he says. “End the cycle forever. No more councils. No more wars. No more wolves born to carry roles they did not choose. No more children made for obedience. No more mistakes repeated across generations.” His eyes are patient. Persuasive. He lets the weight of his promise settle over everyone.

she said, her voice almost reverent, “there are forces older than your pack, even older than your whole lineage.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “Fairy tales.” She leaned closer. “I am a High Priestess of the Hollow.” The name meant nothing to me. “Hollow?” I repeated, frowning. “It is not a place you walk into,” she said. “It is a current that grants power channeled from beyond the living realm.” “That’s nonsense.” “It is forbidden, yes,” she corrected gently. “But it is not nonsense.” I shook my head. “You expect me to believe you can drag someone back from death using some ancient void?”

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

She used my money to support her side guy while using a fake diamond ring to propose to me. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't hurt. I had given my all, and she was giving me false gestures in return. "Shawn, thank you for staying with me these five years. This ring represents my love. It might not be worth much now, but I swear I'll get you a bigger one later." Sienna continued with deep affection, "As long as you add my name to the title deed, we'll be true partners in every sense. What's mine will be yours from now on."

We started tossing out ideas, already picturing it. Behind us, Paolo staggered like our words were punching holes in him. Maybe they were. Either way, I couldn't be bothered. With Marco by my side, I wasn't leaving. We slipped into the room, shut the door, and lit one lamp in a city full of them. Outside, Paolo vanished into the night. *** Paolo actually kept his word. He never showed up again. On my wedding day with Marco, a box arrived. Inside—a strand of gorgeous beads. No name, just a note:

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

“Aiden’s alive. He’s not hiding anymore. He’s planning something bigger than the Peak.” “I figured,” she said. “But you know more.” Micah nodded. “He’s found something. Something old—called the Hollowpact. It’s not a weapon in the way we think of it. It’s… ancient, forbidden magic. Something that was locked away when the god-wolves still walked freely. He’s bent it into a form—something he can wield. And it works.” Vivianne’s spine straightened, tension sharp as wire. “What does it do?”