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Utterly wrong. "You could have find some other way, grandpa!!" Valentina sighed as she tried to remove the rough hand from her wrist, "Mr. Night. I'm here. I'm here." Vakne whispered sweet nothings in his ears, providing him the unasked comfort. . . . Follow me on I*******m author_mariyam

Even on the nights he let me pull him into bed, he was always gone before morning. But today… He was here. Still sleeping. Still holding me. His arms were wrapped securely around me, one hand resting over my stomach like it belonged there. Like he wasn’t just protecting me, but the life growing inside me. I shifted slightly, looking up at him. His face was different when he slept. Less guarded. Less controlled. The sharp edges of Alexander Valente, king of the underworld, were softened into something else. Something only, I got to see. Something I never wanted to lose.

Her eyes widened, and she saw the smirk tug at the corner of his lips. “I-I’ll go with you,” she stammered, swallowing hard. She couldn’t help but grip his collar and pull him closer. She tugged so hard that he had to lean down toward her. “Anywhere! I don’t have any worth tomorrow anyway!” She would treat this night as her bachelorette party. If it wasn’t going to be with the man she loved, she’d rather give her virginity to this stranger than to that old man, Fuentes! He wouldn’t get to benefit from her body! Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.

The room smelled of wax, stone, and something colder—magic thinning into silence. Exactly at midnight, she moved. The corridor was deserted. Lantern glass was still warm where flames had been snuffed. Shadows pooled in the alcoves. Every step echoed too loud. Every breath felt borrowed. By the time she reached the archives, her palms were lit softly, enough to guide her through the dust-heavy dark. Vale was waiting. He stood beside the statue of the First Alpha, half-hidden in torchglow. His coat was unbuttoned; his hair looked slightly mussed; the calm he wore like armor strained by urgency.

Her scheme had worked flawlessly; she had manipulated her naive sister into running straight into Thorne's rogue traps, leaving the title of Lady Blackwynd open for her to claim. The thought made her inner wolf purr with victory. "Alpha Vickon, this is Vaelira of the Nightvale Bloodline." Vaelira lifted her gaze, freezing instantly as the massive Alpha stepped into the torchlight. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She had never encountered a predator with such terrifying, breathtaking presence. "I am Vaelira!" she announced, stepping forward with her head held high, her scent shifting into an inviting, fertile note that begged for his attention. Vickon tracked every desperate pheromone sh

I had left Valerie alone for so long and I know she might be sacred something is out to happen to her but I have to assure her all is fine and no one will be able to harm her. Getting to the toom, I was Valerie already asleep. I didn't want to disturb her not now that I have an opportunity to have her sleep on my bed for a whole night in the packhouse which she feared a lot. Thanks to the little catastrophe with Mr. Dickiehead that made her find refuge in my hands. I trace my step to the wardrobe to have my pajamas on for the night but I heard her caught. Veda is unexpectedly awake, don't let her want to leave me for tonight I murmured under my voice begging an unknown god. In other to catch

The night sky was a tapestry of stars, twinkling in the darkness, but Kevin couldn't enjoy the beauty of this night, as his restlessness was taking control of him. His desperation to be with her was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The memory of her smile, her eyes, and that enticing scent of hers made his heart restless. He wished to be close to her, to feel her warmth, and to hear her sweet voice. Kevin threw away his files and looked at the empty side of his bed where she should have been. She hadn't come back yet. He waited a few more minutes before getting up and walking out of his room, ready to confront her. Opening the door of the guest room, he walked in. The lights were dim

He places the stack on another empty table, and I approach, curious to see what he has brought. “Here you go, Miss Anara Valen. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here,” Zephyr points to a red book with gold lettering. “It’s about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here,” he points to another book with a green cover. “This one is about the old alphas of Nightveil Pack, and then the rest is up to you.” I give Zephyr a sincere and enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

Elena didn’t sleep that night. The guest bedroom at the Vale Residence was larger than her entire old apartment, wrapped in soft gray tones and silence so deep it felt unreal. Rain tapped gently against the tall windows, but even that sound couldn’t drown out the storm inside her chest. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night again and again—Victor’s words, the message on his phone, the way her life had cracked open in seconds. And then there was Sebastian Vale.

Far away, in the ruins of the Vale, the shadow lifted its head. “She’s opening,” it purred into the night. “Soon.” The hunt had only just begun.