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Silas, writhing in pain, fixed his gaze on Zain. The silver-laced bullet lodged in his heart stifled every attempt to move. Desperation clawed at him; he yearned to mindlink Wyatt for help, but the wolfbane coursing through his system must have left him drained and weakened.

Zain, seemingly controlled, approached Hazel's unconscious form, lifting her delicately in a bridal embrace. His predatory instincts took over as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that clung to her skin. Hazel's hair cascaded down when the darkness inside him wanted to mark her at the very moment.

"Ummm, you smell perfect, princess. No doubt every wolf wants you," Zain remarked with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The unsettling desire for possession gleamed in his eyes as he realized that everything he had meticulously cultivated over the years was about to unfold. His plan to eradicate Wyatt and claim Hazel as his wife was on the verge of completion.

"Take him to the dungeons," Zain ordered