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The Hunt for Aurora.
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It was going to be difficult—almost impossible—to find the particular observatory she was being held in. Definitely difficult. The only way to track her down was to use his powers, and right now, he was already weak to the core. But he had no other option.Closing his eyes, Draven took a deep breath. He needed to focus, to listen—to pick up the faintest sound of her breathing. His head throbbed with exhaustion, but he pushed through the pain.Then, he heard it.A noise. Slow and melodic.A heartbeat.Light but quick, the rhythm pounded in his head, guiding him like a beacon. The sound was coming from an observatory not far from where he stood."Draven!"A tiny voice whispered into his mind, weak but familiar. His eyes snapped open. Without hesitation, he turned left. There it was—the observatory. It was the weakest structure among the surrounding buildings, its walls barely holding together.Summoning what little strength he had left, he shot forward, his vampire speed propelling him
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The werewolf threw her onto the rough ground, igniting a scream from her lips. She was weak—there was no doubt about it—and she couldn’t fight the werewolves. She struggled to break free from them, but the more she fought, the more their teeth sank into her flesh.They wanted to eat her raw. That much was clear.But she needed to fight back somehow. She had tried to escape the pack; she couldn't die at the hands of the same wolves who had made her life miserable. Quickly, she kicked her legs at the first werewolf in front of her. The strike made the wolf stagger slightly, a growl escaping his throat, but there was still another to face.She was weak, her blood soaking the ground beneath her, her body marked with the deep bites they’d inflicted.The second werewolf, seeing what she had done to the first, snarled. She used what little strength she had to jam her foot into his chest. He growled louder this time, his fury evident. This time, there would be no mercy.Why had Aurora escaped
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The gasp shook Aurora to the core. Kael was a masterful liar, and she knew she wouldn’t escape this torment. No one would save her—not even Mrs. Flora, the chef. The only person who cared about her.“But being the alpha's son, and trying to be responsible, I tried talking sense into her head,” Kael said, his voice turning solemn. “I made her understand that I couldn’t do such a thing—not when I haven’t even found my mate. I’m saving myself for her.”Kael’s words dripped with false sincerity as he glanced at Aurora, his expression now a facade of sadness and bitterness. Aurora’s vision blurred as her rage and disbelief boiled within her. He was a good actor, too good.“But she insisted,” Kael continued, feigning discomfort. “She behaved as if she were in heat, though she has no mate and certainly isn’t mine.”The audience murmured in disgust, their expressions darkening as Kael spun his web of lies. Aurora’s heart sank further as she realized no one would side with her.“And what happe
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Running to her room felt like running straight into hell. From the moment Aurora stepped out of the kitchen, laughter followed her, echoing in her ears like the sound of her misery.Finally reaching the small, cold confines of her room, she quickly locked the door behind her. She stumbled toward her bed, collapsing onto it like a broken doll. A soft whimper escaped her lips, but soon it grew into heavy sobs, loud and raw, breaking the eerie silence of the room.She was utterly alone. The only person who had ever loved her was her father, and he had been taken from her when she was just a child—killed by vampires during one of their brutal raids.“God, I’m so tired... I’m so tired of living,” she whispered hoarsely, sliding to her knees. Her sobs grew heavier, racking her small frame as the weight of Kael’s lies pressed down on her. Why had he done this? Why hadn’t he just killed her outright? Keeping her alive seemed to be nothing but a cruel game to torment her.A dangerous thought c
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The cunning voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, dripping with mockery.Aurora felt herself freeze at the words. Her mistakes were catching up to her, returning with twice the force. This was something the king should never hear from someone else."What? Wow! So, I was right, then? Your second mate has no idea you once had a first mate? This is absolutely insane! Well, don’t worry. I’ll do you a favor and let King Draven know myself."Aurora’s heart pounded against her ribs. A chill ran down her spine."Please, no! I beg you—don’t tell him!" she pleaded desperately. She had planned to tell the king herself—if she ever made it out of this miserable hole she was tied up in.Laughter erupted from the unseen figure, sharp and cruel."Hahaha! Why? You don’t want the king to think you’re disgusting? You don’t want him to see you as filthy, unworthy?" The voice grew more venomous. "Well, I do. I want him to despise you. I want him to look at you with nothing but hatred. And that’s why
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Aurora's eyes snapped open. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the tall windows. The air was crisp, carrying the distant chirping of birds outside. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding. The room was empty.She pressed her palms against her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She needed to remember what had happened last night. The memories felt fragmented, like shattered glass piecing itself together.Then, it hit her.A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she recalled every detail. There was no way she could forget. The previous night, King Draven had been the one who was drunk—not her. But what had she done?Aurora groaned, rolling over the plush bed, clutching the sheets tightly. A wave of anxiety crashed over her. Had she really done something like that with him?"What the hell have I done?" she muttered, gripping the pillow and smacking it against the bed in frustration.A sudden voice broke through her thoughts."What are you doing, attacking a
