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I should have known the girl’s night was trouble. “This isn’t going to work. The curse… is very specific,” Hunter said. “We’ll see. When were you cursed?” He frowned. “Three months ago.” “Have you taken rake venom?” I raised a brow. “Not once.” “Then why the hell was it found everywhere?” I didn’t think he could answer but he sang like a canary.

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo

He sighed, “Hunter knew when he saw both of us in the natatorium, if that’s what you need to know, Cassy. He knew I was staying in the Crescent Ravenwood, and that’s because I had to know you, Cassandra Clark. I needed to know how my bastard brother found his mate when he was under my mother’s curse that he would never be able to find the woman fated to him.” I was silenced for a second, and then I took the fork and dug into the food in front of me. I would never lie. Treyton was a good cook. “I never thought that Alpha Hunter was under someone’s curse," I said, remembering the same scenario that happened in Albrecht Castle a few months ago. “I am starting to get convinced that that man real

Hayden gulped and turned his neck to see her approaching him. "What curse are you talking about? Are we in danger? The entire Pack?" Kimberly asked, walking closer to him. "Don't listen to me, Kim. There is no curse. I was just talking some nonsense to myself" Hayden replied. "You are lying to me, Hayden. There is a curse, what is it about?" She requested to know, sitting by his side on the grass. "I want to know what this curse is about. Is it the reason you have been so worried these days?"

“And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?” Her gasp was so loud it startled a bird outside the broken shrine window. She slapped a hand over her mouth dramatically, like she’d just uncovered a murder plot. Her eyes darted around the shrine in panic. Was it haunted? Was she supposed to exorcise him? She lowered her hand slowly, whispering to herself. “I’m not qualified for this. I’ve never even tamed a dog.” Just as Selena was preparing to collapse and give up finally, something flickered at the corner of her eye. She froze. Her instincts screamed rat, but what she saw made her gasp and nearly swallow her own tongue.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Love was a gift of God and one day she might regret her deeds. Before long she had started regretting and tried to send him greetings on F******k but by then even his account was deleted .She tried to trace him to the cottage (from the location he shared on F******k). Actually she had been eager to meet him.She remembered how she had wasted a week and missed her Semesters to trace him.Finally she reached the cottage.But the cottage was locked .The next cottage was miles away so she didn't know whom to ask.She booked a cottage and stayed there for 3 days visiting the cottage at different times with a hope against hope that he would return .At the end of third day she was hopeless but still d

It felt like they were working together. Partners. Predators. “Let’s finish this,” Sipho said quietly. The forest went silent. Even the insects stopped. Because something worse than the curse… Was now moving through the trees. And it wasn’t hunting prey. It was hunting blood. Ahead of him, far beyond the trunks— A faint glow pulsed in the distance. Symbols. The ritual site awakening again. Calling its next heir. Calling his children. Calling the end. Sipho stepped forward. And the ground blackened beneath every footstep.

“She called down the light! Healed her wounds with witchcraft! They have power beyond the gods! A blight! Corruption! They hide here!” The mob roared with him. The image split: hunter’s angry face and main entrance view, behind the mob, glowing green eyes appeared, one pair, then three, then six. Corrupted wolves flanked the mob, herding them deeper. The hunter wasn’t just leading a mob; he led a hunt, and he was just bait. The mob, angry, moved deeper. Wolves followed, a deadlier second wave. The vision ended. The dais darkened. The five stood frozen, fear crashing down. They weren’t facing a village, CV lqr trapped with Scourge monsters in a mountain, the bait ringing the dinner bell.