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Maeve POV "MAEVE, GO! RUN AWAY FROM HERE! MAEVE!" I heard my mother shouted frantically as I turned to face her. My eyes rounded from full of shock, my heart beats faster, thumping violently. "Mom!"I shouted hoarsely, standing in my feet shaking uncontrollably. I saw her running into my direction as the whole land of our pack started to be eaten by the underground mouth of soils with a huge and deep whole.

He continued with his last breath saying that from the moment they saw her there was something suspicious about her but they did not really care too much and just approach her as they normally do it was then that they exchanged some words with her, they were able to figure out that she was planning something against Maeve and then she sent her guards on them and he was the only one that had managed to escape though with severe injuries. It was when he was done saying all of this that he desperately begging me to save her but he didn't need to beg me of course I put his body aside as he passed away with those words and then immediately turned around to rush towards the cabin hoping that I wou

Renzo growled, though doubt clouded his eyes. “So that’s what it takes,” Grandma Maeve said softly. When had she moved closer? She stood calm, a knife gleaming in her hand, its silver catching the moonlight. “No,” Saoirse whispered, realization dawning. “Granma, no…” Before anyone could stop her, Grandma Maeve plunged the blade into her own chest. “Granma!” Saoirse screamed, her barrier faltering as she broke into a sprint. Maeve’s body trembled, blood blossoming across her gown, yet her expression remained serene. She smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Then…it clicked. I am Maeve. I was rejected by one of my mates and sent away from the pack. When I fled, I met Lohki, and he trained me for the most important moment of our lives – getting revenge on the three Lycan kings. But unfortunately, I ruined the plan, and I have yet to fix it. More of my memories came flooding in, and then I recalled how I was going to Erik’s quarters when someone slit my neck and left me for dead.

Early the next morning, Daisy got ready to head out. Caleb was going through documents in the living room. He looked up at her briefly. "Going shopping?" "Yeah. Mia asked me to meet her." Daisy picked up her purse. Caleb nodded. "Call me if anything happens." Daisy left the house and walked along the street. She glanced down at her phone. Mia had texted saying she was almost there. Suddenly, the black sedan behind her accelerated. Before she could even turn around, the car slammed into her. Her body flew forward and hit the ground hard. Her head struck the curb, and blood immediately streamed down from her forehead.

Emily’s Point of view The morning broke with the shrill buzz of my phone. I reached for it half-asleep, but the screen glared back with bold, unforgiving headlines. “PA dies in a car accident.” “Rosaline Greene dead—Accident or murder?” I froze, my breath caught in my chest. Rosaline… gone?

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

Liora stumbled forward, her knees buckling as she fell beside them. Her small hands shook violently as she reached for her mother. “Wake up,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please, Mama. Please don’t leave me.” Her tears fell onto Sera’s skin, rolling down her cheeks like a baptism. Zayn stood frozen, his face ashen. He had seen war, he had seen gods fall, but nothing prepared him for the sight of the Queen of Ashes brought low. His lips moved in prayer, though his faith had long since withered.

She moves toward them without hesitation, her magic flaring brighter, stronger, pushing back whatever is closing in around them, her movements sharp, controlled, powerful in a way that makes it clear she’s not just surviving— She’s fighting. For everyone. For everything. And still— It’s not enough. The sky fractures further. The ground shifts. Something breaks. And one by one— They fall. The wolves. The fae. Everything. Until— There’s nothing left. Except her. Standing alone in the aftermath. Breathing hard. Magic dimming. The world around her collapsing into something unrecognizable. And I feel it— That moment. That shift. Where everything changes. Where she realizes—

Asher pulled his mouth away from Maeve's swollen lips and he peppered kisses all over her neck and ears while his waist still rolled over her. He held her shoulders tight as he raised her so she was in a sitting possible join. His cock was perfectly buried within her folds. He grabbed a handful of her perky breasts that had somehow lost their usefulness, causing Hazel to wonder if Maeve had a child now. How long had she even been dead? "Hmmm ah... Asher!" Maeve moaned pulling Hazel out of her thoughts. Maeve threw her back as she rode Asher's cock within her. She buckled her ass and moved with stilt over him.