The silver CEO's bound Luna
Stripped of its protective vault, the stone looked like a dying star, bleeding jagged pulses of silver and shadow.
Julian Blackwood stood before it, his arms outstretched. He was no longer the polished socialite Maya had seen in the tabloids. His expensive coat was shredded, his skin translucent and mapped with glowing, violet veins. His eyes were entirely black, voids that reflected nothing.
"You’re late, Cillian," Julian’s voice echoed, sounding like grinding tectonic plates. "The transition is ninety per cent complete. The lineage of the True Alpha ends tonight, not with a whimper, but with a new god."
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