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I said, turning to leave without waiting for a response. After only one step, I felt a strange impact that caused my skull to explode in pain, and I fell to the ground. I struggled to get up, dazed, but a rough hand grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, and my wrists were bit by the cold, jagged chains. I tried to summon my wolf powers but failed, leaving me weak, exhausted, and terrified. "preserve your strength. The chains have been enchanted." "You won't be able to shapeshift," Jabor warned.

I retort. Thorne's eyes flash the familiar red. He stands and the queen tumbles to the ground off of his lap. It was a funny sight. He strides towards me, his beautiful jaw clenched. This is my opportunity to rip his heart out. I fly towards him but I'm knocked back and down to the floor by and invisible barrier.

ALEC. The smell of colours and perfumes hit my nostrils first upon setting foot outside the palace, and inside the kingdom of Serenacia. The scene in front of me beautiful and adoring, as I watch the people of Serenacia roam around with such happiness and delight in them, as they walk from one shop to another, buying their accessories for the upcoming event, which is the people's ceremony. I continue to watch them as the vendors who sell decorations and wears, are the ones to mostly get the populated customers, followed by the shops selling colours and perfumes.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

“Please come to the throne room. I’m back.” I removed my t-shirt and tossed it on my golden throne. I watched as Kira went to her room. She apologized the whole way there and I kept telling her that I was alright. I checked my wrist; the bruises had started fading, leaving pink marks. Pacing back and forth, I stopped to grab the blood that had been placed on the table. Usually, I would have poured it into a glass, but I was much too thirsty. “You called, my Lord? How was training?”

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

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“Come for me.” She shattered, her body convulsing beneath me, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips. The sight of her falling apart, the way she clung to me...it was enough to send me over the edge. With a final deep thrust, I let go, groaning her name as I found my release. I collapsed beside her, both of us breathing hard, our bodies tangled together. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, she turned to me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

“I want it buried so deep I cry. I want to feel it when I sit on my throne tomorrow. I want it now. Thorne. Now.” He didn’t answer. He just devoured me. His mouth met my folds with no mercy. No tease. No soft licks. Just full, greedy, tongue-drunk consumption like I was his final meal before execution. His tongue parted me, tasted me, licked up every drop like he’d been starved for years. My hands flew to his hair, and I tugged, bucked, moaned so loud it would’ve reached the guards outside if I hadn’t bitten my knuckle.

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?