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I let go of his hands and left the stage as I refused to address anyone. My head was blank. I had wanted this for so long and I was glad that for the first time I finally got what I wanted. I thanked the moon goddess for letting this happen and I headed towards my mothers grave. "Hey mama. We finally got what we wished for. You remember how we will talk about how I'll be a powerful Beta someday? Well I'm a beta now but you aren't here to experience this joy with me..." Tears filled my eyes but I wiped them away. "... But it's not your fault any ways I guess destiny never wanted us to do that. I got a mate, two mates. You remember Julian and Enzo? Yes that's them but then they... They used me

As he stood up to answer, everyone turned their focus to him. "Desdemona, was headstrong and can I say stubborn. She knew what she wanted and not just went for it, but insisted on having it or nothing else even when her father refused her from getting married to the 'Moor'." He said and just then, Frank said something to John in a low voice, which I did not hear but Miss B saw John laugh. "Yes Frank Kingston, can you share the joke with the class, we would love to laugh too." She said before she ordered them to be on their feet.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

The sweet voice of Logan when we were still new to our mate bond. I smiled at that memory that ascended at the back of my head. That probably was the best memory that I could keep in my life. Until... another flashback came out, giving my head an excruciating pain. "Enough!" I screamed as I pressed my head with both of my hands. "Please stop!" I was already curled up like a ball on the floor. "Somebody help me!" I could barely speak, my voice was hoarse. "You are one of goddess Diana's descendants, and you represent the werewolf clan!" Witch Anya's strict voice sprang into my thoughts. "You are in great danger. You offended the goddess of darkness, and her only descendant was pissed. That cr

"So a Blackthorne witch hiding in a werewolf pack would have children who read as wolf. Grandchildren who read as wolf. For six generations, every descendant would live their entire life believing they were simply a lesser version of whatever supernatural category they'd been born into." The specific cruelty of that settles over me slowly. Six generations of people who never shifted, who had abilities nobody could explain, who spent their lives being told they were defective versions of something they weren't. Six generations of people like me, except they died without knowing. "How many?" I ask. "How many descendants over two centuries?" "The records don't have a complete count. Dozens, pro

Once there, the man let out a long breath. "In the Junkla river there are still many things that can undermine your power, sir. So you must be more careful!" "Then will this ordeal affect your Luna?" "No, sir. It's only your life they want. Especially that witch," replied the Elder with a clear picture. The Lycan King's forehead wrinkled, "witch, what is this again?" The Elder was silent again, he chose to walk back to the sofa and shifted his weight. "A few years ago, there came a witch who cast a spell that the Slovasky descendants would disappear if one of them married a Rare descendant." The Elder let out a long sigh after finishing saying, then he looked at the Lycan King.

“I think it’s time I let you in on a little secret.” He began circling her, slow and deliberate, like a beast savoring its prey before the strike. “You, my dear… are the last living descendant of the original witches. Their bloodline, their power, it was buried, dormant for generations. Until you. You were never meant to be just a wolf’s mate.” His mouth curved, cruel and certain. “You were meant to belong to me.” Her throat closed, her pulse hammering, but before she could force words past her lips, Lucien froze. His head cocked sharply to the side, as if catching a sound only he could hear.

Ka-Rin had moved to the front, if not she too would have been stuck. “My dear daughter, I was doomed already. The weight of the hammer had already put a lot of strain on my heart, it was only a matter of time before I would pass. The arrow was meant to strike X, but found me instead. I am happy that it choose me and not you two. Yes, if it were not for X’s attempt to deflect it, he would have been the one to pass; but I would have soon followed. All hope would have been lost, as he is the last direct descendant.” Alyisha breath was heavy and started to become painful.

The woman continued, casting knowing glances toward the elders and the other council members. Murmurs spread through the hall. Some whispered among themselves, while others now wore hardened expressions as they looked at Duncan and Alfred. “Do you think we cannot see through your schemes? Everyone here knows what you’re trying to do.” An elder with a long beard spat the words, pointing a finger at Alfred, who now stood behind Duncan. “You fought your own father to prove your power. You took over smaller packs, took in vagabonds, and even a witch. You are truly a bold and cunning young alpha—just like your father.”

But no matter what lay ahead, we would face it together. As we continued our descent, the eerie silence was shattered by a haunting melody that echoed through the labyrinth. The song of the Forgotten, an ancient hymn that spoke of lost times and lost battles, resonated with our own struggles, filling us with a strange sense of dread. "What is that?" I asked Eldric, my voice barely a whisper. Eldric's gaze was distant, his eyes filled with ancient pain and loss. "It's the Song of the Forgotten, a reminder of our past, our struggles, and the destiny that awaits us."