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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 39 - Dilemma Resolved
He steps toward Selena, his gaze intense, almost predatory, eyes turn red. “You will stay away from them, Selena. I won’t have my mate consorting with Vampyres.”Selena opens her mouth to protest, but the look in Wilson’s eyes silences her. She can see the demon lurking just beneath the surface, ready to break free at the slightest provocation. Her heart pounds in her chest, fear mingling with the overwhelming love she feels for him. She can’t bear the thought of losing him, but neither can she ignore the connection she feels with Valentine.“Wilson, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You’re scaring me.”At her words, something in Wilson shifts. The fury drains from his face, replaced by a look of horror at what he’s almost done. He reaches out to her, his hands trembling as they cup her face, tilting her head so that he can look into her eyes.“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. “I never meant to frighten you.”Selena’s heart aches as she sees the torment
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 40 - The Shadow of Jealousy
When it’s over, they lie tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy and uneven. The silence that follows is thick with unspoken words, each of them lost in their own thoughts. But for now, at least, the storm has passed.Selena rests her head on Wilson’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, scratching to tease him to response. She can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch, a reassuring rhythm that grounds her in the present.“I should go,” she murmurs after a while, though she makes no move to leave. “There’s so much I need to think about.”Wilson tightens his hold on her, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. “Stay with me tonight. I don’t want you to go.”Selena smiles against his chest, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. “I’ll stay, but I don’t think I can walk… please, carry me to the bedroom, I’m wasted.” she whispers. Wilson didn’t hesitate, carries her and immediately she closes her eyes as she drif
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 41 - Drums of Battle
Charmaine stands at the edge of the Hydra Pack's training grounds, her cold eyes scanning the ranks of soldiers assembled before her. One hundred men. That is all Alpha Cortis has given her—a pitiful number considering the task at hand. The Redbone Pack of Clovis City is not just formidable; it is legendary. Wilson, their Alpha, is a force to be reckoned with, his lieutenant Jason a lethal shadow that follows in his wake. But Cortis, in his arrogance, has dismissed this threat. He sees this attack as a mere test, a probe into Redbone's defenses.Charmaine knows better. This is no test; it is a death march. These one hundred men, with their steely eyes and sharpened claws, are marching to their graves. She can see it in their faces, the fear they hide behind bravado, the doubt in their gazes when they think she isn’t looking. They are strong, yes, but strength alone won’t save them. Not against the Redbone Pack. She clenches her fists, nails digging into her palms until blood pools in
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 42 - The Secret Path
As the last of the Hydra soldiers fall, Wilson surveys the carnage, his mind racing. Something still doesn’t sit right with him. He turns to Jason, who is wiping blood from his face, his expression grim."Something’s off," Wilson says, his voice low. "This attack was too sloppy, too poorly coordinated. Charmaine is up to something."Jason frowns, his gaze narrowing as he considers Wilson’s words. "You think this was a diversion?""I don’t know," Wilson admits, his unease growing. "But we need to find out what she’s really after. And fast."********************While the battle rages at the borders, Charmaine slips away unnoticed, following the secret path through the forest that leads directly into the heart of Clovis City. The path is narrow and treacherous, overgrown with thorny vines and twisted roots that threaten to trip her at every turn. But Charmaine moves with a deadly grace, her eyes fixed on the prize that awaits her at the end of the path—Selena.As she approaches the city
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 43 - The Predatory Prey
The battle at the borders is over, and the Redbone Pack has emerged victorious. But the victory is bittersweet. Only two of their own were lost, but the sense of unease lingers. Wilson and Jason stand at the edge of the battlefield, surveying the carnage."None of them made it out," Jason says, his voice grim. "Not a single one."Wilson nods, his mind elsewhere. "Charmaine wasn’t with them," he says, his voice low. "She was never here."Jason frowns, his gaze narrowing. "Then where the hell is she?"As if on cue, a messenger arrives, breathless and wide-eyed. "Alpha Wilson," he says, his voice trembling. "There’s been an attack in the city—Selena was targeted."Wilson’s heart skips a beat, his mind racing as he processes the news. "Where is she?" he demands, his voice sharp."She’s safe," the messenger replies quickly. "But the attacker—Charmaine—was captured. She’s been imprisoned, awaiting your judgment."Wilson breathes a sigh of relief, but it is short-lived. Charmaine may be impr
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 44 - Prisoner of War
The air in the dungeon is thick with the stench of rot and despair, a fetid miasma that clings to the walls and seeps into the bones of those who dare to enter. Chains rattle faintly as Alpha Wilson strides through the darkened corridor, his footsteps echoing like the tolling of a death knell. The torches lining the walls flicker, casting grotesque shadows that dance across his chiseled features. His eyes are cold, merciless, as he approaches the cell where Charmaine, the traitor, awaits her fate.Charmaine, once proud and defiant, now sits shackled in the center of the room. Her clothes are torn, her hair matted with dried blood, but her spirit remains unbroken. She looks up as Wilson enters, a sneer curling her cracked lips."Come to gloat, Wilson?" she spits, her voice dripping with venom. "Or have you finally come to finish what you started?"Wilson's gaze narrows, his jaw tightening as he takes in the sight of the once-formidable she-wolf reduced to this pitiful state. But he kno
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 45 - The War Council
Jason stands before Alpha Wilson in the war room, the dim light casting shadows across the maps and battle plans spread out on the table. He recounts everything they learned from Charmaine, detailing the weaknesses in Hydra Pack's defenses and the timing of their next move."Alpha Cortis plans to strike exactly three days after the first assault," Jason says, his voice steady. "He believes we'll be caught off guard, but we can use this to our advantage. If we hit them first, we can turn the tide of battle before they even realize what's happening."Wilson nods, his mind racing as he processes the information. "We need to be swift and decisive. Cortis is a formidable foe, but if we catch him off balance, we can cripple his forces before they have a chance to regroup."Jason's eyes gleam with anticipation. "We'll need to divide our forces—hit them from multiple fronts. I'll lead the assault on their northern flank, while you take the southern. With their defenses spread thin, we can bre
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 46 - The Allure of Normalcy
As the night deepens, the fortress is quiet, save for the few guards patrolling the perimeter. Wilson sits alone in his chamber, the weight of leadership pressing down on him like never before. The decision to go to war was necessary, but it haunts him nonetheless. He knows what is at stake—every life in Clovis City, every soul he is sworn to protect.The door creaks open, and Jason steps inside, his face a mask of grim determination. “The preparations are underway. The warriors are ready, and the scouts are gathering intelligence as we speak.”Wilson nods, but his gaze remains distant. “Good. We need every advantage we can get.”Jason hesitates, sensing the turmoil within his Alpha. “You did the right thing, Wilson. The Hydra Pack is a cancer that needs to be cut out before it spreads.”“I know,” Wilson replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”Jason steps closer, his tone softening. “This isn’t just about revenge, is it?”Wilson looks up, meetin
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 126 - Toying with the Past
The witching hour wraps Clovis City in a cloak of shadows, its darkness laced with whispers of secrets and spells unspoken. Within the flickering light of her grandmother’s old cottage, Demika sits, her eyes gleaming with the fervor of a newfound obsession. Power—a current now thrumming through her veins like molten metal—spills over her senses, intoxicating, consuming. She yearns to explore its limits, to delve deeper into the legacy left in her blood, one that has made her the most formidable in her lineage. Tonight, her thirst for mastery borders on ravenous; no knowledge, no spell, no secret can escape her.But first, she indulges in a bit of mischief. Her curiosity drifts to Chloe, her love interest, and she murmurs an incantation under her breath, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. She plunges herself into the past, her spirit slicing through the veil of time, her consciousness landing centuries ago.She arrives to find a silver-haired, pint-sized vampire toddling unstea
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 125 - The Legacy
The days bleed into one another in a dim cadence of restless hours and unbroken silence, with Demika hidden away in the secluded corners of Minama’s cottage. The air within these walls is thick, a heavy shroud of mourning still tinged with Granny Minama’s spirit, even though her presence now lingers as only shadows and echoes.Demika clings to her solitude like a lifeline, guarding it fiercely within the shadows of Granny Minama’s cottage. This sanctuary, thick with ancestral whispers and cloaked in twilight, is her one remaining tether to the world before her transformation.Her days bleed into nightfall, melting into each other as she consumes herself with a single focus: to probe the surge of power that crashed into her like a tempest the night her grandmother’s body was lowered into the earth. This power is unlike anything she has ever felt—ancient, electric, and dangerous, thrumming beneath her skin like a pulse with its own fierce will.By the muted glow of candlelight, Demika l
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 124 - Impetus Potentiae
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 123 - Shadowed Returns
The night drapes itself in a humid cloak, thick and cloying, clinging to every surface and casting a fremescent tension that prickles the skin as Jason waits in the dim warmth of his apartment. After the long, solemn hours of Granny Minama's funeral, he can still feel the weight of Wilson’s directive pressing upon him, a derisive whisper urging him to slip the truth from Gabrielle without alerting her to his intent. The assignment is deceptively simple, yet Jason knows the fine line he walks: one misstep, one hint of calculation, and her walls will go up.She arrives just past midnight, her silhouette framed by the streetlight outside before stepping into the flickering glow of his candlelit living room. Shadows dance along cluttered shelves, over worn furniture, and around the dark corners of the room, painting an almost ominous scene. Jason greets her with a kiss, his hand grazing her cheek as their eyes meet, hers soft and trusting, unknowing of his hidden purpose.In that moment,
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 122 - Funeral Blues
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 121 - Heartache
In Demika’s apartment, Selena stares out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and heartache. She hasn’t spoken to Wilson in days, and every moment of silence between them feels like a blade slicing deeper into her. The truth about Lucas Smith still burns in her veins like venom, poisoning her thoughts. Her love for Wilson remains—undeniable, unyielding—but how can she reconcile that with the knowledge that his father is the reason her own father perished in such a gruesome, horrific manner?She had imagined Talon Takoda’s death a thousand times in her mind since the revelation. The blood, the pain, the betrayal. And now, every time she closes her eyes, it’s all she can see."You need to rest, Lena," Gabrielle’s voice comes from behind her. Her sister—though not by blood—sits on the edge of Demika’s bed, offering a weak smile of comfort. "You’ve been running yourself ragged. Demika will understand if you take a break."Selena shakes her head. "I can’t rest. Not while every
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 120 - Trouble in Paradise
Wilson paces the length of his study, every creak of the wooden floor mirroring the slow boil of anger and frustration under his skin. It's been over a week since he last saw Selena, and the void her absence has carved in his heart festers like an open wound. The bond they share—ancient, eternal—crackles like a chain stretched too tight, pulling him toward her, but she remains just out of reach. Every attempt to contact her has been met with silence. He tells himself it’s because she’s mourning with Demika over Granny Minama’s death, but he knows it’s more than that.The night air carries an ominous chill through the streets of Clovis City, as the faint howl of a distant wind echoes like a warning. For over a week now, Wilson's heart has been an abyss of torment. The silence between them claws at his soul like a festering wound. He stands at his office window in the Pack House, staring into the mist that rolls across the hills. A crescent moon looms overhead, casting an eerie glow upo
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 119 - Echoes in the Dark
The early night moon hangs confidently in the dusky sky, a lone range satellite breaching a balance between the sinister dark horizon and a forlorn hope. The chaotic air clings to Selena’s skin as she steps out of the dimly lit inn, her heart heavy with a kaleidoscope of emotions she can scarcely untangle—her body drained but her mind reeling with an inescapable ache. Estranged. That’s what she feels now—a ghost haunting a family that isn’t hers by blood.The streets are buzzing, but the cacophony of life feels distant, muted under the weight of her turbulent thoughts. Her breath escapes in shallow, uneasy bursts as she recalls the words Mrs. Robinson had spoken to her the previous day. "You might not be my blood, but you are still my little girl, Selena. No sinister revelation will ever change that." The words had soothed her for a fleeting moment, but now, standing on the threshold between the inn’s warmth and the creeping dusk, that comfort fades into oblivion.Mrs. Robinson. Mr. R
