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Chapter Twenty-three

Author: U.F.R
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-05 22:52:44

Xeros Romanov.

The echo of my mate's wails pierced through my thoughts, more painful than any scar or wound i had ever gotten, shattering my control without any resistance. Every tear and sob, every word she uttered was like another hit, striking me with an agony so intense i could feel it in my very soul.

Nox was out of control, there was a difference between me losing control and Nox losing control. Being the last of my kind, there was a responsibility that came with having Supreme power—protection, I had to protect my kind, but how was I to protect them from myself.

The last time Nox lost control, hundreds died, and numerous packs were annihilated. His decisions made me who I am today, the monster hated by all and truly I was, because I didn't fight for control then, I gladly let Nox take it. We both desired to kill them all. The only thing grounding us was Cassie.

She shivered next to me, her delicate frame pushed against mine, as I held her tighter in an attempt to provide
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