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The room was too quiet.Too still.I could feel the squeeze of Lucian’s ultimatum clenching around my ribs like iron chains, suffocating.“Oppose me… and when Gabriel comes, I’ll have no choice but to return you to him in pieces.”“Or… you can join me, and we can burn him first.”The words remained lodged in my skin like venom, poisoning the air between us.Lucian was watching me.Not humorously, not condescendingly.But with patience.Like he already had some inkling how this would turn out.I made myself breathe, made myself keep my hands steady when my entire world seemed to break underneath me.I had been denying it, battling it, for the past few days — but the truth had been staring me in the face the whole time.Gabriel wasn’t coming for me.He was coming to kill me.I swallowed and said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. “Why would he do this?”Lucian breathed out slowly, his fingers beating against the table. “Because he’s scared of who you’re going to be.”I had grown to sc
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The wind screamed under the cliffs, blowing around us like something alive, bringing with it the burden of everything unspoken.Lucian had my wrist in a firm, grounding hold, not restricting but holding. He was not keeping me hostage. Not physically.But his words…“You have to determine who the real enemy is.”That had trapped me.Because for the first time since this nightmare began —I wasn’t sure of the answer.I had spent so long battling against Lucian, convincing myself he was the bad guy that I couldn’t see what was right in front of my eyes.Gabriel was coming for me.Not to save me.But to eliminate me.The weight of that realization’s betrayal settled in my chest like a lead weight, pressing against my ribs, making it hard to breathe.Of course, Lucian saw the hesitation in my eyes. He always did.His fingers tightened a little, and his voice fell to something softer, almost careful. “You don’t want to believe it.”I pulled my hand back, backing away as if distance could he
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The words hovered like a knife just above my throat.“He either dies … or you pledge loyalty to me.”Lucian had done what he always did.He’d backed me into a corner.But this time — I had more to lose than just my life.Kayden was down on his knees, his face bruised and his clothes shredded, but his silver eyes held mine with a silent beseech.Don’t do it.But how could I not?My heart raced as I glanced between them. Lucian — tranquil, collected, so confident I knew my next step. Kayden — vulnerable, waiting for me to determine his future.Before the words had left his mouth, Lucian had already won.Because there was no escape from this that didn't end in blood.And I wasn’t going to let it be Kayden’s.I let out my breath in a hiss, struggling to keep my voice even. “If I do this, he walks out of here alive.”Lucian’s lips quirked into a tortoise pace, satisfied smirk. “Of course.”I narrowed my eyes. “Swear it.”Lucian chuckled. “You have my word, Angel.”It wasn’t good enough.Lu
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The air felt different. Heavy. Suffocating. Unrelenting.Lucian’s fingers remained under my chin, his grip tender but unthreatened. His touch was light, teasing, as if he was waiting for me to flinch, to pull away, to fight.But I didn’t. Because that battle had already been lost.Not the way I thought — and not in a heated fight, or through brute force but in calculated choices.And the worst part?I had made them.Kayden was gone.I had mated with Lucian.And now…But only one step remained.His thumb ran along the edge of my jaw, and his blue eyes were dark with something I didn’t want to call by name. Possession. Victory. Inevitable hunger.The claiming.The mark.Until he slept with me, the bond would never be complete.Until I let him.Until my mark was burned into my sex, into every corner of my body until the whole pack recognized exactly who I belonged to.I swallowed hard, my voice lower than I meant to be. “You got what you wanted. I swore my loyalty. Let’s get this over wi
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The night turned into day, day into night, in an unremitting cycle that felt endless, but every passing moment brought me closer to the inevitable. It was just that Lucian had stayed away, not out of mercy, not because he was doing me a kindness and giving me time, but because he was waiting — waiting for me to break, waiting for me to bend, waiting for the moment I stopped fighting and accepted him wholly. And the worst part? He wasn’t wrong.The unthreading of everything, slowly, inside of me, a little more every second, every breath, every moment with him wearing away the walls I had put in place. As much as I tried to resist it, my wolf was already done fighting. She wasn’t resisting the bond any longer. I was.The bond was an entity, drawing me, an irresistible force, toward him, murmuring that he was mine, I was his, that this was right even when I knew it was so, so wrong. I hated it. Hated that my body knew him before my mind bothered to follow, hated that I hated the way I re
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The echoes of the pack's howls were still ringing in my ears long after the ceremony ended, the deafening approval hanging over me like a blanket, as if their voices alone could bind what had just been stamped in blood. The skin that had seared under Lucian's mark still burned, though the wound had knitted over; a reminder that I was not just Angel now—I was his.I dreaded this moment since that thing started to drag from the shadows in my mind, and the moment had come and was going, but me standing beside him, surrounded by those warriors who now called me their Luna made me feel trapped than I ever was. This was no longer a negotiation, no longer a choice. It was reality.Lucian had said little since marking me, and yet his presence taut at my back never faltered; his fingers ghosting the small of my spine in a wordless claim of ownership. His was content, his wolf happy now that the bond was sealed, but mine? Mine was restless.I could feel her churning under my skin, not resistin
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Sleep never came. I lay there all night staring at the ceiling, thoughts I wanted to silence shouted in my mind, my body still vibrating in response to the bound we’d sealed. Lucian’s bite left behind a feeling, neither itch nor pain but a sensation that refused to fade, a brand not only on my skin but on something deeper I didn’t want to look at. My wolf had stopped the fighting, settled, both an embrace and a horror, and no matter how many times I shrieked in my head that this was still the nightmare I had to wake from, the truth remained. I wasn’t waking up. This was my reality now.When morning finally came I hadn’t even moved from where I lay on the bed, the fire in the hearth already long dead and cold, leaving the room chilling even more than it had before. My body was worn, my mind splintered, but I was still restless, as if something inside me was waiting for something else to break. I wasn’t surprised when the knock sounded on the door. Lucian never allowed me to be alone fo
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The whispers in the crowd didn’t quiet right away. Some seemed intrigued, some wary and others downright skeptical, but none challenged me openly. I’d anticipated resistance, had steeled myself for that, but I felt like I faced something worse with the weight of their silence. It was the silence of a pack that didn’t know whether to welcome me or rip me to shreds. These wolves had followed Lucian for years, had fought for him, had trusted him with their lives. And now, just like that, I had been drawn into their universe as their Luna.Lucian was by my side, steady and unyielding, the glimmer of humor still dancing behind those keen blue eyes. He had at least opened up the space for me to talk, although I knew better than to be under any illusions that that meant I had any real agency. He was counting on this, anticipating my reluctance, and now, he was just sitting back, waiting, watching what I was going to do now that he had put me in a situation like this. He fed on chaos, on unpr
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The hall was a sanctuary of flickering firelight, but it couldn’t warm the chill that had settled in my bones. I lay on a cot near the hearth, the healers’ hands quick and steady as they stitched my leg, bandaged my arm, and pressed a bitter tonic to my lips. Pain throbbed with every heartbeat, but it was distant, drowned out by the storm in my head. The creature was dead, its pendant dark, but the questions it left behind were alive, clawing at me. Who sent it? Why us? And how much worse could this get?Lucian sat beside me, his own wounds patched but ignored, his silver eyes fixed on the pendant in his hand. It looked harmless now, just a carved stone, but the memory of its glow—of the creature it controlled—made my skin crawl. The bond between us hummed, taut with shared unease, tying us tighter than ever. I hated how much I needed it, needed *him*, to keep from spiraling.Killian slumped in a chair nearby, his face bruised but his grin stubborn. “Well, we’re not dead,” he said, hi
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The hall was a hive of tension, the air thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic as healers darted between the wounded. My arm burned under the makeshift bandage, my side a constant throb, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued to the pendant on the table, its spiraling symbols seeming to writhe in the firelight, whispering secrets we couldn’t yet decode. Lucian sat beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine, his silence heavier than the chaos around us. The bond pulsed—urgent, restless—like it knew something we didn’t.Killian paced nearby, his staff tapping the floor, his face a mask of frustration. “We’re sitting ducks,” he muttered, glancing at the pendant. “That thing’s a beacon, and we’re just… what? Waiting for the next monster to knock?”Lucian’s jaw tightened, but before he could answer, a scout burst through the doors, his face ashen, blood streaking his cheek. “Alpha!” he gasped, stumbling forward. “It’s here—another one. Bigger.”My heart stopped. The room went sil
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The creature’s roar shook the air, a sound that clawed at my nerves and made my teeth ache. It was massive—bigger than any wolf, its form a grotesque blend of muscle and shadow, with limbs that bent wrong and eyes like burning coals. My heart slammed against my ribs as I gripped my blade, the bond with Lucian screaming in my chest—stay, fight, protect. Running wasn’t an option, not with him facing this thing head-on.Lucian moved first, diving low to slash at its flank, his blade sparking against its hide like it was made of stone. The creature snarled, swiping with a claw that caught his shoulder, tearing through leather and drawing blood. He grunted but didn’t falter, rolling clear as Killian swung his staff, aiming for its head. The hit landed with a crack, but the beast barely flinched, its gaze locking onto me.“Angel, move!” Killian shouted, but I was already dodging as it lunged, its claws gouging the earth where I’d stood. I scrambled back, my side throbbing, blood seeping thr
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The clearing was a graveyard of chaos—torches guttering out, bodies strewn across the blood-soaked ground, the air thick with the metallic tang of death. My side burned where claws had torn through, each breath a sharp reminder of how close I’d come to not making it. Lucian’s arm stayed around me, steadying me as we staggered toward the hall, the pack trailing behind in a ragged, weary line. The bond between us pulsed, raw and insistent, grounding me even as my vision blurred at the edges.Killian limped ahead, barking orders to the trackers—secure the perimeter, check for stragglers. His voice was hoarse but firm, like he was holding himself together through sheer stubbornness. I knew the feeling. The adrenaline was gone, leaving only pain and a nagging sense that this wasn’t over, no matter how dead Veyra was.Inside the hall, the warmth hit like a slap, the fire roaring in the hearth. Pack members who hadn’t fought crowded in, their faces pale, questions tumbling out. Lucian raised
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The cheers of the pack still echoed in my ears as Lucian and I stepped off the platform, the cord still binding our hands, the bond thrumming like a live wire between us. The torchlight danced across his face, casting sharp shadows over his jaw, and for a moment, I let myself feel it—the weight of what we’d just done, the wild, unsteady rush of it. The pack pressed in, their voices a roar of celebration, but something gnawed at the edge of my senses, a prickling unease I couldn’t shake.Lucian felt it too. His grip on my hand tightened, his body shifting subtly, like a predator catching a scent. “Stay close,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.I nodded, my free hand brushing the hilt of the blade at my hip. The ceremony was over, the mark sealed, but the night felt unfinished—too charged, too fragile. The crowd parted as we moved toward the main hall, Killian falling in beside us, his grin fading as he caught Lucian’s tension.“Trouble?” he asked, his voice casu
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The decision hung in the air like smoke after a fire—lingering, heavy, impossible to ignore. I’d said it, and Lucian had accepted it, but as I left his study, my stomach churned with a mix of resolve and dread. Together. It sounded solid, final, but it didn’t erase the questions clawing at me. What did this mean for us—for me? I’d spent so long fighting the pull of him, the pack, this life. Now I was stepping into it, eyes open, and it felt like jumping off a cliff without knowing how deep the drop was.The next morning, the compound buzzed with a different energy. Word had spread—whispers turning into murmurs, then full-on conversations. The ceremony was on, set for tomorrow night under the full moon. I caught the glances as I walked through the hall—some wary, some relieved, a few even warm. It was strange, being seen like this, not as the outsider or the fighter, but as something more. Lucian’s mate. The title still sat uneasy on my shoulders, like a coat that didn’t quite fit.I f
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Sleep didn’t come easy. I drifted in and out, caught between the ache in my body and the tangle in my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ragnar’s scarred face, heard Killian’s warning, felt Lucian’s hands on me—steady, warm, too real. By the time the first light crept through the window, I gave up, rolling out of bed with a groan. My muscles screamed in protest, but I ignored them, splashing cold water on my face from the basin in the corner. The mirror showed a mess—bruises darkening my arm, a scab forming on my lip—but I looked alive. That was something.Downstairs, the hall was already buzzing. Pack members milled around, voices low but urgent, piecing together what had happened in the night. I caught snippets— Bloodfangs, ambush, Ragnar’s death —and felt their eyes on me as I passed. Not hostile, not anymore, but curious, maybe even respectful. I wasn’t just the outsider now. I’d fought with them, bled with them. It shifted something, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
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The aftermath was a haze of exhaustion and adrenaline, the kind that leaves your bones heavy but your mind buzzing. The Bloodfangs’ camp was a wreck—tents torn, fires smoldering, bodies scattered across the clearing. The air stank of blood and smoke, sharp and acrid, clinging to my clothes. I wiped my blade on my pant leg, the motion automatic, my hands still shaky from the fight. My lip throbbed where Ragnar had hit me, and every breath stung, but I was alive. We all were.Lucian stood a few feet away, barking orders to the trackers—secure the perimeter, check for survivors, gather anything useful. His voice was steady, but I caught the tension in his shoulders, the way his fists clenched when he thought no one was looking. He’d killed Ragnar, ended the immediate threat, but I could tell it wasn’t over for him. Not yet.Killian slumped against a tree nearby, wrapping a strip of torn fabric around the gash on his arm. He caught my eye and flashed a tired grin. “You look like you could
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The forest was eerily quiet after the Bloodfangs’ retreat, the kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes every rustle feel like a threat. Killian sat propped against the tree, his breathing ragged, his wrists still bound with coarse rope. Lucian loomed over him, a storm of tension radiating from his frame. I stood a few steps back, my blade still in hand, my mind spinning with Killian’s words. *They want you most of all.*“Why me?” I asked, my voice cutting through the stillness. It came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care. I needed answers.Killian’s head tilted toward me, his bruised face catching the faint light filtering through the trees. “Because you’re the key,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “The Bloodfangs don’t just want revenge on Lucian. They want control—over this pack, over the region. And you? You’re the leverage.”Lucian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt. His eyes stayed locked on Killian, dark and unreadable.“Leverage for what?” I
