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The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 64
(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)I was done waiting.Done with the silence.Done with the lies.Done with people deciding what was best for me.Damien thought he could disappear?That I would sit back and accept it?Not a chance.I stormed through the streets, my pulse pounding, my breath sharp. The night air wrapped around me, cold and uninviting, but I barely felt it.Because there was only one thought in my mind.Find Damien.Make him explain why he thought he could just walk away.And if he truly believed I’d let him go without a fight?He never knew me at all.---The first place I checked was the pack’s private estate.Damien had always said it was a sanctuary, a fallback. If he needed space, he would go there.I weaved through the dark roads, gripping the wheel tight. The estate was deep in the mountains, surrounded by thick forests. It wasn’t a place you stumbled upon.But I wasn’t just anyone.I was his mate.The one person who shouldn’t have to search for him.The road twisted, m
Last Updated : 2025-03-27The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 65
(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)The world tilted.Pain pulsed through my ribs, my breathing ragged and uneven. Blood soaked through my shirt, warm and sticky against my skin.But none of that mattered.Because he was here.Jake.Standing just beyond the rogues, his sharp grin exactly the same as I remembered.Except… something was different.His eyes held something colder, darker.Like he had been waiting for this moment.I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand straighter. “You have got to be kidding me.”Jake chuckled. Unbothered. Relaxed. Like we were old friends catching up.“Come on, princess,” he mused, stepping forward. “Is that really how you greet an old lover?”The rogue wolves shifted uneasily, eyes darting between us.I narrowed mine, my grip tightening around my knife. “You’re not my lover, Jake. You never were.”His grin widened. “That’s not what your body used to say.”Rage burned through me.But I didn’t let it show.I didn’t let him win.Instead, I laughed. Sharp. Cold
Last Updated : 2025-03-27The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 66
(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)Jake’s grip tightened around my wrists, but I didn’t flinch.Because I saw it—the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.I had hit a nerve.He was afraid of Damien.Of what he’d do when he found out I was missing.I let out a slow, mocking laugh. “You really think you can keep me?”Jake’s smirk was forced now, a little too tight. “You really think he’s coming for you?”I tilted my head, voice low and sharp. “He always does.”Jake’s jaw twitched. “Not this time.”I snorted. “You keep telling yourself that.”A low growl rumbled in his chest. Good. Let him be angry.Because angry people make mistakes.I shifted slightly, testing the weight of his grip. He had me pinned, but he wasn’t invincible.And I knew Jake—he was too arrogant to think I could fight back.He leaned in, his breath brushing against my ear. “I was going to make this easy, sweetheart. But since you want to be difficult…”I didn’t let him finish.I moved. Fast.I slammed my forehead straight into
Last Updated : 2025-03-27The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 67
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)I held her like I’d never get the chance again.Sofia's blood clung to her clothes, her skin warm but trembling. I could feel her heartbeat—uneven, weak.Still alive. But she was fading.I swept her into my arms without a word.My pack moved around us in silence, handling the rogues. Jake was unconscious, breathing but barely. I didn’t care.I only cared about her.“Clear the road,” I ordered, voice like gravel. “We’re heading home.”Ethan nodded and took point while Jaxon got the SUV ready.I placed Sofia gently inside, climbing in beside her, refusing to let her go. She leaned against me, her head resting on my chest, eyes heavy-lidded.“I’m fine,” she whispered, voice faint.“No, you’re not.” I kissed the top of her head. “But you will be.”I didn’t know if I was promising her or myself.---Back at the penthouse, I carried her in like she weighed nothing.The lights were low, the air warm. Familiar.Home.I sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in f
Last Updated : 2025-04-11The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 68
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She wouldn’t wake up.I did everything.Held her. Shouted her name. Kissed her.And then, when the panic became unbearable—I bit her.Sank my fangs into her neck, into the bond mark I’d placed before.The claiming should have jolted her awake.The connection between mates was too strong to ignore a fresh bite.But Sofia didn’t flinch.Didn’t moan. Didn’t gasp.She just… lay there.Alive.But not here.And that broke something in me.I pulled back slowly, blood on my lips, her skin warm but unresponsive beneath my hands.“No…” I whispered, barely breathing. “No, no, no—please…”She was here, her heart beating softly beneath her chest, but her soul—her soul was somewhere else.I stood abruptly, fury burning through my veins.I would not lose her like this.Not again.I grabbed my phone and called my pack. “Meet me at the ridge. We’re running.”Beta didn’t ask why. He already knew.---An hour later, we shifted.I tore through the woods in wolf form, my paws
Last Updated : 2025-04-11The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 69
(Sofia’s POV – The Dream World / Past Memory)The air smelled like lilacs.Soft petals danced in the breeze as sunlight poured through the trees, warm and golden. I stood barefoot in the grass, staring at the massive estate I once called home. The windows gleamed, the stone walls stretched tall and proud, wrapped in ivy.It was beautiful. Too perfect.And completely wrong.Because this place—this memory—was gone.I blinked, looking down at my hands. They were smaller, more delicate. I was younger here. No battle scars, no marks of pain or loss.Just… a girl.A daughter.A forgotten Luna in waiting.“Sofia!”I turned, heart skipping, and saw them—my siblings—running across the lawn.Mira, the youngest, giggled as she chased after our brother, Orin. He was always faster, always daring her to keep up.And behind them, a taller figure—Mother.Not the ghost I’d seen in visions, but her, alive and glowing, her silver-white hair braided down her back, eyes sharp and proud.“Come on!” Mira sh
Last Updated : 2025-04-11The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 70
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The first thing I noticed was the scent.Freshly crushed lavender beneath my bare feet. The air was heavy with spring—honeysuckle, warmed earth, the distant salt of sea wind.I stood on grass that hadn’t felt my touch in years.Not since I was a girl.Not since they were alive.Before war. Before abandonment. Before I learned what it meant to be alone.The house loomed ahead—not the penthouse, not Damien’s cold marble and glass, but home. The ancestral estate of my bloodline, all soft limestone and curling ivy and balconies framed with carved wolf insignias.Sunlight caught on the stained-glass windows like gold dancing over water.Too perfect.Too whole.This place was gone. Burned. Buried. Yet here it stood, untouched. And I…I was young again.I looked down at my hands—small, unscarred. My nails neatly trimmed, the white robe of ceremony brushing my ankles.No blood. No bruises.Just innocence.But something inside me—the woman I am now—knew
Last Updated : 2025-04-11The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within chapter 71
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The snow came early that year.It blanketed the mountaintop estate in a white hush that made the world feel quiet—too quiet. The gardens where Mira once played were still. The air held a cold that slipped into your bones and made you forget what warmth ever felt like.I stood beneath the veranda wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, watching smoke curl from the eastern tower.It was the beginning of the end.I could feel it.The sickness had started to spread beyond whispers. It came with the cold, they said. It moved through the blood, through touch. And no one knew what it truly was—only that it took fast and left slower.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was that my mother had changed.Her once-smooth brow was creased with something deeper than worry. Her silver hair had dulled, her presence felt brittle. Like a candle burning at both ends.She used to walk the halls with silent command, her word absolute. Now she paced. Fussed. Watched
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(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The blood on the floor had long since dried. The candles flickered as if they feared what we were about to do.Lyra stood at the center of the chamber barefoot, her cloak discarded, her runes fully exposed across her arms and collarbone. Her breathing was shallow, but her gaze had steadied. Focused.“This is not a spell,” she said, voice low. “It’s a bridge. Once we begin, I won’t control where you go. The memories will pull you toward the piece of her soul that still remembers you.”“And if it doesn’t?” I asked.She looked at me with those storm-gray eyes. “Then you’ll wander her past until your spirit forgets who it was.”I didn’t flinch.“If there’s a part of her that still remembers me,” I murmured, stepping closer, “that’s all I need.”Lyra knelt beside the basin of now-consecrated blood. She whispered an ancient chant, tracing her fingers in precise patterns above the surface. The blood began to glow faintly, pulsing—like it was responding to my hear
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 79 – The Vision Walker
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The moon was barely more than a sickle of light in the sky. Clouds churned over the forest, and the air was heavy—too quiet, too still. The trees whispered warnings in a language only the cursed could understand.I hadn’t planned to return to the ritual site tonight.But something—a pull—dragged me here.The clearing still bore the markings of the ceremony that broke me. The silver runes carved into stone still shimmered faintly, and the scent of magic hung in the air like cold smoke.I stepped into the circle.And stopped.Someone was there.A body.A woman.She lay curled at the edge of the stones, half-covered in leaves, her skin dusted with blood and soil. A torn cloak clung to her frame, silver thread stitched into its seams—ancient symbols I hadn’t seen in centuries.I rushed to her side.She wasn’t a rogue. Her scent was strange, like rain and stardust. Not of this land.Her breathing was shallow. Her skin ice-cold.But then, her lips parted.And in
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 78
(Damien’s POV – Three Moons Without Her)Time moved differently without her.Slower.Heavier.Like the minutes were dragging their feet through wet concrete.Three days had passed since the ritual.Since I bound my name to another woman to deceive ancient spirits.Since I whispered goodbye into the ear of the only woman who ever made this cursed blood of mine feel worthy.I still felt her breath on my neck.Still caught her scent in the folds of the sheets.Still expected her to walk barefoot into the kitchen every morning with a sleepy smirk, teasing me about my obsessions.But she didn’t.And she wouldn’t.Not for three moons.And I was starting to forget how to breathe without her.---The penthouse was too quiet.I left it behind after the second day.I couldn’t walk into that room without hearing the machines beeping beside her bed. Without seeing the imprint of her body on the pillow. Without smelling cinnamon and honey on the linens.So I returned to the Blackwood manor—a place
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 77
(Damien’s POV – Past Mates, Unforgiven Memories)The curse didn’t begin with Sofia.She was just the first I refused to let go.But before her—There were others.And sometimes, when the world is too still, when my soul is too loud, their names crawl out from the cracks in my mind.Three names.Three scars.Each one carved into the walls of my heart.Each one a grave I never buried deep enough.---Liora.The first.I was eighteen. Still barely learning what it meant to lead, still finding my wolf, still believing the Blackwood curse was a lie whispered by cowards who didn’t know how to love hard enough.She was a scholar’s daughter.Quick-witted. Sharp-tongued.She challenged me at every turn. She was the first to look me in the eye and say:"You're going to be dangerous someday. I want to see it."We were bound by a youthful rush. Not fated. Not chosen by the moon. But something felt real. Enough that I trusted it.We danced between duties and stolen glances. I kissed her beneath th
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 76
(Damien’s POV – Past Reflections)The night after the ritual, I didn’t sleep.Couldn’t.Even with Sofia stabilized—her heart no longer at war with itself—I didn’t feel peace.Because I had offered another woman my name. My bond.Even if it was a lie.Even if I’d done it for the right reasons.I’d still crossed a line I never believed I would.And I felt it like a wound in my chest.So I sat alone on the balcony of an old, forgotten wing of the estate—far from her. Far from anyone. Just the moon and me.And my memories.The ones I swore I’d buried.But pain has a way of digging up bones, especially when you realize—your curse didn’t start with her.It started with me.With my name.With Blackwood.---My family wasn’t always powerful.We weren’t always rulers, Alphas of vast territories or wolves feared across continents.We were, once, a small bloodline—touched by a gift we didn’t understand.The first Blackwood, Elias, was said to be born with golden eyes that glowed under moonlight.
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 75
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The room was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that lulls you into sleep.This silence was cruel. Heavy. Mocking.Sofia’s body lay motionless in my arms, her head tucked beneath my chin, skin growing colder by the minute. The foam at her lips had stopped, but so had the color in her cheeks.She was slipping.And I was out of time.I cradled her closer, burying my face in her hair.“You said you’d never leave me,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the edges. “So don’t do this. Don’t make me live in a world where I can’t hear you laugh again. Don’t make me…”I broke.The words dissolved into silence.Because no vow. No bite. No rage could undo what fate had done.Unless I did the one thing I swore I’d never do.Unless I gave in.---The wind shifted again.And just like before, the shadows in the room stretched, curled, and thickened.A soft hum began to vibrate in the air, low and ancient.Then, she appeared.Saria.Sofia’s mother. The spirit w
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 74
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The sound came first.A wet, choking gasp.Followed by a gurgle—unnatural and terrifying.My heart stopped.I was in the hallway, reading through a worn scroll when I heard it. At first, I thought I imagined it.But then came the second sound.A soft thud.Like someone struggling.Like someone dying.I ran.The door to the bedroom burst open under my hand.And there she was.Sofia.My Luna.Convulsing.Her body was seizing, her fingers curled tight into the sheets, and her mouth—her mouth was foaming, white and thick, choking her with every breath.“No—no, no—Sofia!”I dropped everything and rushed to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, trying to steady her.Her eyes fluttered open, wide, glassy.Empty.“Sofia—breathe, baby. Just breathe—stay with me!”She didn’t respond.Only gurgled again, thick saliva spilling from her lips. Her back arched violently.“Jaxon!! Ethan!!” I screamed so loud it shook the room. “Get in here now!”The door slammed open.“Goddess
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 73
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She didn’t wake up.I waited. Hours.Held her hand, pressed kisses to her knuckles, whispered every memory we ever made into her ear like they were spells that might pull her back.She didn’t even twitch.Not even when I said the words she always leaned into:“Mine. You’re mine, Sofia. Come back to me.”But her chest only rose and fell in that same shallow rhythm, her pulse barely flickering beneath my fingers.She was here. Her body, warm. Alive.But her spirit—buried somewhere deep, unreachable.I refused to accept it.I stood up slowly, brushing her hair back from her face. “You made me promise not to leave you,” I whispered. “I didn’t. I came back. I’m here now. And I’m not losing you. Not again.”I pressed my forehead to hers. My voice cracked.“You hear me? I’m going to fix this. Even if I have to burn through time itself.”---The room darkened as I stepped into the hallway, my pack silent outside the door. They looked up, their eyes lined with the
The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within Chapter 72
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Final Memory)The snow had stopped falling.But the cold—**the kind that settles beneath the skin, into the soul—**remained.I stood in the great hall alone.No laughter.No footsteps.No fire burning in the hearth.Just the echo of a home that had already made up its mind to forget me.The tapestries that once told the story of our bloodline hung limp and grey. The same colors I’d worn during my rites. The same colors they had wrapped around me like a gift, pretending it was honor—when all it had ever been was a burial cloth.---At dawn, I woke to a whisper.Orin.He stood at the edge of my bed, already dressed in riding leathers. His hair was tousled, eyes dim with something that looked too close to guilt.“They’re leaving,” he said quietly. “Now.”I sat up. “And you?”He didn’t answer right away.“I fought them on it,” he said. “Tried to tell them it wasn’t right. But…” He looked away. “Mother says there’s no time.”There was always time.They just didn
