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On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

He appeared in front of me in the speed of gusty wind, making me jump on the bed in surprise, and grabbed my face between his big palms. His icy grey eyes were dark again and boring into mine, captivating my soul in their charm and making me lose myself in their beauty and the warmth of his palms. "I will never be disgusted by you. Even if you chose to break me into pieces. I will freaking stand by your side even if you choose not to have a bath ever in your life. Only death will make me part my ways with you." I suddenly felt a knife piercing my heart. Why would I try to break him? Why did he have to talk about death when we haven't even spent a year together?

This explains why she would take her own life. "Lake Frostice is thousands of feet deep, and it even drains to the ocean. Werewolves who jump into the lake will never survive, and it's normal not to be able to find their body. "Plus, you are Luna Amber's mate. Shouldn't you know better than us whether she's still alive and breathing?" Matthew was stunned. In despair, he choked, "Yeah, I can't feel her anymore… Why… Why am I unable to feel her… "It was because of me. It was all my fault! I didn't know that she suffered from depression, and I wronged her… That was why she jumped into the lake in hopelessness. It was all my fault!

Her breathing quickened. “Then what do we do?” I looked at her, truly looked. The girl who once hated me. The one who now carried pieces of a dead man inside her heart. “We break the bond,” I said. She laughed weakly. “You can’t just break death, Lucien.” “I can,” I said grimly. “But it’ll cost something.” Her eyes met mine. “You mean me.” I didn’t answer.

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

He looks at us , sees our faces, and opens his arms without a word. We go to him. All three of us curl together on the couch , a knot of limbs and heartbeats and terror we can’t name. Outside , the city keeps moving. Inside , Serena’s text glows on the coffee table like a death threat wearing lipstick. And I hold my son and the man who would die for him and wonder how many more pieces of me can break before there’s nothing left to shatter . The locket rests between my breasts , warm from my skin, heavy as a noose.

Why, he thought — not as an Emperor processing a political event, not as a commander categorizing a tactical situation, but as something older and more fundamental and entirely without framework: Why did my chest hurt after she died? The dawn came pale and cold over the Aurelian palace. The lake held still. And somewhere, in the space between one life and the next that she would not remember until the seventh time — the first thread broke. ~~~

he said, voice low, “I thought—this is it. This is the moment it all goes wrong again. Last time, I watched you bleed out in a hallway because I thought someone else had you. Today, I could see the headline in my head: ‘Blessed Luna Torn Apart in Her Own Temple.’” She exhaled slowly. “You have a gift,” she said, “for making near‑maulings sound poetic.” “I’m serious,” he said. “I have spent three years seeing you die in my head in every possible permutation. Throat open. Chest opened. Eyes gone blank. Today was the first time I realized they don’t have to kill you to break you. They just have to keep sending you their worst until you can’t stand up anymore.” Her fingers curled against the cra

I would beg him to unblock my number and not to lose contact with me, but now… I stood in front of him and said softly, "I won't come looking for you anymore, Evan, because I no longer love you. I hate you… I hate you for causing my death. I hope I can curse you…" Lightning suddenly struck in the dark sky, and the crack woke Nikki up from her deep sleep. She screamed, "Evan!" Evan quickly flicked away his cigarette and returned to the ward to hold the trembling Nikki in his arms. "Don't be afraid. I'm right here."

What would happen if I died? “Fine, since you are stopping me from killing him. I guess I will stop her in another way,” she hissed, waving her hands. A horrifying pain hit me in the chest as I struggled to breathe; my hand shook harshly, my chest tightening in pain. It felt like my mate was dying. “What are you doing?” Dmitri asked, running to me. “I am breaking their bond. For the first time in history, I will be breaking the bond of two mates,” she said, and tears fell down my eyes. I wanted to scream, to plead for her, to not make my worst nightmare come true.