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Blessed, indeed. His mate is a goddess. Even until now, he still could not believe it himself. Alastor had waited for so long to meet his soul mate, had always dreamed of it–and suddenly, she was just right there, looking like a fantasy. What had he even done to deserve someone so enchantingly beautiful? Hell, he didn't even know that gods could have soul mates... and of all beings, it had to be the mysterious Proserpina, the goddess of shadows, heiress to the underworld; keeper of Death.

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

“After today, it’ll all be over. The pack will fall, just like I planned. And once I’ve marked you—once you're mine, completely—nothing else will matter.” Her stomach rolled. “You think marking me against my will makes me yours?” she spat, voice raw. “You think taking me makes you Alpha?” James didn’t flinch. “No,” he said calmly. “But it makes you mine. Your soul, your body—everything. The pack will follow. They always do.” She stared at him, revulsion rising in her throat like bile. “You’re delusional.” He stood, moving slowly to the foot of the bed. “Maybe. But I always finish what I start.”

she hissed, keeping her face a mask of regal indifference. ​"The Blight-Wolves are being kept in the old mines on the southern border," he said, spinning her effortlessly. "And Silas isn't the one in charge. He’s just the purse. The one calling the shots is a man known as the 'Alchemist.' He’s been using Silver Bane blood to create his monsters." ​Rhea stumbled slightly, and Elias caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. For a heartbeat, the "Wild Desires" she had been suppressing surged to the surface. She wanted to forget the pack, the traitors, and the war. She wanted to sink into him.

"Ignore it." Another knock, louder. Then a voice through the door, male, official sounding. "My lord? Open up. We’ve been looking for the stray omega all night." I went stiff. Jace's arms tightened around me. "He's fine. Busy." The guy didn't laugh. "The Alphas people thought he might be boarding here since he never returned to the omega quarters last night. Protocol says.. "

he took out his phone this time. “Ah, seriously!” Doctor Casler grabbed the phone from the guy. “What are you talking about? Don’t you get it when I asked you if you have sex with her yesterday?” She clicked her tongue. “You’re the one who managed to calm her down, right? Kiel, isn’t it obvious?!” However, the guy became more confused. Even though he wanted to point at himself right now, it’s impossible. He is a recessive alpha, and his scent isn’t that strong.

Sirius’s nostrils flare and he grits his teeth, “You always have to find a way to run away, don’t you?” “Always?” I question, pausing in my retreat. “I would have given you the world and you abandoned me,” he clicks his tongue. “I’d even do that now. I’d dig you and that shitty boyfriend of that hole he’s dug for himself.” “Hole?” I look around the room. “What could you possibly be talking around?” “Alston’s debts.” He said steadily, and I audibly swallowed. Alston upset some really big corporations years ago, and they decided to get their vengeance. Some of them just want their profit margins back, while others want Alston’s head.

I guess they were extra careful with me, I was not only chained at my leg, but my wrists were also handcuffed. Some of the people however weren’t chained up, they were sitting on the floor staring ahead like zombies. One of the rogues saw me staring, “the doctors were trying to find where our wolves resides. The fools, our wolves can’t be found in a piece of our brain. It’s in our DNA, it’s our soul. Werewolves have two souls inhabiting one body.” “You seem to know a lot about this.” I replied. “Yes, I used to be a doctor. Doctor Zyaire, nice to meet you Alpha.”