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Chapter Three: The Shattering
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2024-08-06 15:39:21Nikita’s POV
12 years later
Years had passed since that fateful day. The once beautiful mansion had become my prison, and I had grown into my curse. My life had turned into a series of controlled experiments; every touch ended in death, and each loss scarred my body in ink-black marks. The darkness inside me mirrored the dark tattoos that now adorned my once-pale skin.
By my eighteenth birthday, my golden hair had turned midnight black as I mourned each life taken by my cursed touch. I had become a weapon, honed and sharpened by my father’s relentless conditioning. My once-bright blue eyes had darkened with the weight of too many deaths.
As I looked into the mirror, the void in my eyes stared back at me. A knock at the door broke my trance.
“Nikita,” a voice called softly. It was Father’s faithful beta, Yuri. “Your father requests your presence.”
I tightened my long leather gloves—layers upon layers of false security. There was no skin-to-skin contact and no unexpected deaths, but even the gloves had started to fail me as the cruise only grew stronger. As I walked towards Father’s chamber, Yuri gave me a look of pity mixed with something else—fear—a look I had become used to.
The door to my father’s room creaked as I pushed it open. The scent of decay and sickness hit me like a wave. The once-powerful Alpha Vladimir lay frail and gaunt, his skin sallow and eyes hollow. The relentless curse of time had taken its toll on him, eroding his strength day by day. And for once, it was not my fault.
“My sweet princess,” came my father’s weak voice. “Come closer.”
I approached a stone in my chest. Each step brought me closer to the man who had shaped me into this living nightmare. As I knelt beside him, I saw his eyes, once icy and strong, now awash with regret and a sorrow that pierced my heart.
“I am sorry, my sweet princess. I failed you,” he whispered, each word a sharp blade slicing through the fragile armour I had built around my heart.
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. “You didn’t fail me,” I choked out, even though deep down, I had blamed him for everything. “I love you, Father.”
His hand trembled as he reached up to touch my face, but he drew back, remembering the curse. “I love you too, my princess.”
The air between us hung heavy with unspoken words, haunted by regrets and undoable actions. My gloved hands trembled as I slowly removed them, inch by careful inch, revealing the ink-black marks that bore the weight of countless souls. His eyes widened slightly but softened as I placed my bare hands on his cheeks.
“I forgive you,” I whispered, my voice steady and cold.
In that moment, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the life drain from his already frail body. His last breath escaped him in a sigh, and I clung to him until he was no more. The room, once filled with his presence, now echoed with an unbearable silence.
I stood, letting him go, and wiped my tears away with a newfound resolve. My eyes found those of the guard who had just entered.
"Inform the pack their Alpha is gone and that I am now their Luna," I commanded, my voice frigid and unyielding.
The guard nodded, his eyes wide with both respect and trepidation. With one last look at my father's lifeless body, I turned and walked out, feeling the weight of my new title settle onto my shoulders.
The pack gathered outside, their eyes full of questions and unspoken fears. I looked out at them, remembering how I had once been a scared little girl, crushed under the weight of my own curse. But now, I embraced it.
"I am Nikita, the Luna of Death," I declared, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "And under my rule, this pack will become the strongest it has ever been."
Their whispers flickered through the crowd like shadows, wary eyes studying me, fearing me. But in their fear, I saw promise. They would follow me not out of love but out of necessity, out of survival.
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Nikita's POVThe grand hall felt particularly cold today. An icy breath exhaled from its stone walls. A heavy silence weighed on me as I approached Father's throne, my steps echoing in a morose symphony. Taking my seat on the grand, leather-bound chair, the memories of my cruel yet loving father resurfaced, conflicting emotions waging war inside me. I never thought I’d sit here with him gone, but now, with the title of Luna of Death, responsibility had chained me to this throne.After a few minutes, the grand doors creaked open, and the hall began to fill. Pack members trickled in, their eyes avoiding mine, their whispers scarcely audible but undoubtedly about me. I sat still, staring blankly at the growing crowd. The soft murmurs increased but remained out of earshot, each word a reminder of the isolation my curse guaranteed.People approached, offering their condolences. "I'm so sorry, Nikita," one of the elders said. I nodded absently, their voices blending into a meaningless hum.
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Nikita's POVAs I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the oppressive atmosphere of the grand hall left behind, a sudden, crippling pain shot through my body. It was as if my very bones had been set aflame. Gasping, I fell to my knees, unable to support myself any longer. Fear gnawed at me, a feeling I hadn't allowed myself to experience in years. What was happening to me? The hallways of my home, usually so familiar, now seemed menacing.My vision blurred as the pain intensified, each breath a struggle. I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to stabilise myself, but the pain only deepened. I crawled towards the nearest nook, a dark corner where the shadows offered a semblance of protection—though I knew it was a fragile illusion. The sound of a door creaking open behind me sent a dangerous spike of adrenaline through my veins. No, not now. I couldn't be seen like this. Weakness invites challenge, and in my world, it almost always ends in blood. My father's voice echoed in my
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Nikitas Pov"Speak, then," I replied, crossing my arms defensively.His eyes, clouded with the weight of countless past grievances, met mine. I could see something akin to desperation—a vulnerability mirrored in an elder, a man traditionally emblematic of unshakeable resolve. There was a bottomless depth of weariness in his gaze that resonated with the part of me that understood the burden all too well."I'd much rather do this somewhere else," the Elder finally said, casting an uncomfortable glance around the grand but claustrophobic hall. His voice was low, carrying an urgency that piqued my curiosity despite myself.It was risky to leave the safety of the hall, yet inexplicably, I nodded, gesturing for him to follow through the labyrinthine corridors that led to my father's office. The walls bore silent witness to secrets long since buried—a skewed juxtaposition of the legacy I carried and the decisions I had to forge along the way.Stepping into the office felt like entering a tim
The Luna of Death Chapter 82
Nikitas PovI lay in bed, pretending to be asleep as the night slowly dragged on. Rykor sat in the chair beside me, his presence a silent sentinel against the darkness that threatened to consume me. There was a safety in his vigil, a protective weave of silent strength that should have been comforting. Yet, for the first time, I wished he would leave. I craved solitude, space to let the tears flow without witness, to crumble quietly without judgment. My soul ached with the desire to submit to my pain and reveal the true extent of my brokenness, but that would never be possible—not with Rykor here, steadfast and unyielding. I couldn’t share this weakness with him, for it would mean admitting defeat against the vile man who had dared to touch me.The memory of last night lingered like a shadow, clinging to my thoughts with cruel tenacity. I had always been aware of the world's darkness, but nothing had prepared me for the soul-deep violation the man forced upon me. As the first light of
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The room was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of despair hanging in the air like a dense fog. Nikita now seemed like a shadow of herself, wrapped tightly in her own arms, as if trying to protect her fragile soul from further harm. Her vulnerability was achingly palpable, a stark contrast to the fierce leader she was known to be."Nikita," I whispered gently, not daring to reach out and touch her, though my heart ached to provide comfort. "I’m here."Her shoulders quivered, but she didn’t lift her head. The room fell into a deep hush as if echoing her unspoken pain. I stayed there, a silent sentinel by her side, my own heart breaking at the sight of her suffering.Words would be hollow, echoes in the wind, unable to banish the shadows that had wrapped themselves around her heart. So I just sat there praying that being there would be enough.Slowly, her tear-streaked eyes met mine, each glance like a sharp blade slicing through the emotional barricade that had built up around my
The Luna of Death Chapter 80
Rykors PovThe air was thick with a potent cocktail of fear and rage, and I had liked it momentarily as if the world knew something pivotal was about to transpire. I forced myself to focus, my senses sharpening like the instinctual keenness of a wolf in the hunt. The path to Nikita's kingdom stretched before me, each step purposeful and laden with an urgency that threatened to consume me.I couldn't let another day pass. The decision I had mulled over grew more resolute with every heartbeat, becoming a fire that was now wild and consuming in its intensity. The moon hung low, a sentinel watching over my advance. Its light illuminated the entrance to Nikita's grand palace.As I entered, I met Iian, emerging from the hall. Fatigue etched itself into the lines of his face, yet his smile remained steadfast and warm. "Alpha Rykor, good to see you," he greeted, strength lacing his voice. His eyes, though tired, still carried the patience and empathy of a trusted Beta he had shown himself to
The Luna of Death Chapter 79
Nikitas povMy heart clenched, even as I fought to maintain a semblance of control. A silhouette shifted in the corner of the room, separating itself from the shadows like a spectre called forth by some dark incantation. I held my ground as the figure coalesced into a man—a predator cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent purpose.With measured calm, I swung my legs out of bed, the cold floor grounding me against the tumult within. Standing, I faced him, embodying the deadly power that pulsed beneath my skin. I could unravel him instantly, but it was the excitement that throbbed within my curse that I feared. It yearned for connection, hungered for an end.The man stepped into the moonlight streaming through the window, his face poisonously serene. "All you had to do was give it to me," he drawled, his voice a sickly sweet melody that turned the air sour. "Perhaps you would've had a few more days on this pathetic earth, free from your curse, able to touch that patheti
The Luna of Death Chapter 78
Nikitas povThe dim warmth of my room was barely comforting against the chill that wrapped around my bones like a shroud. Weakness coursed through me, and every step felt like a battle of its own. My limbs trembled as though they fought a hidden adversary, an unseen force gnawing at the edges of my composure.Reaching my sanctuary, I leaned heavily against the door, drawing a shaky breath to regain some semblance of control. My gaze fell to the new marks on my skin—unmistakable evidence of the path I walked. They were dark, curling with an unsettling elegance across my forearms, yet these marks brought no pain. Instead, an uncanny tranquillity washed over me, a juxtaposition to the chaos I expected.Still, the memory of him lingered— the way my curse had filled with so much excitement the closer I got to him; the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was pure evil, wanting the curse for reasons I would never understand, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. It scared me h
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Nikitas povThe dim light of early morning cast long shadows through the tall windows of my father’s office, and I sat alone at his desk, confronting the silence with an iron will. Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of my mind, a persistent ache growing stronger with each sleepless night spent grappling with the relentless curse within me. It had become a separate entity, living beneath my skin, whispering insidious thoughts of surrender and relief in the quiet moments between each breath. But none of that would deter me from my chosen path. I would not let it win; this curse died with me, even if that meant going through this pain for years.A soft knock interrupted the grim silence of the room. “Come in,” I managed, my voice barely above a weary whisper.The door creaked open, and disappointment flickered across my heart as I saw Iian step inside. How I wished it was Rykor—his presence was something I had craved since we last parted. Yet I reminded myself repeatedly that I had made peac
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Rykor's POVThe air in the palace was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint, haunting echo of my footfalls against the cold, stone floor. My heart felt heavy like it was trying to anchor me to the ground, pulling me into the depths of despair that threatened to swallow me whole. Returning to the palace hadn't been my intention, But where else was I meant to go? I couldn't run and hide forever.As I stepped through the ornate doors, the echo of voices pulled me from my thoughts. Up ahead, down the dimly lit corridor, I noticed Thorne leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, torn between approaching or slipping by unnoticed. Thorne had always been more than a beta to me; he was a confidante, a brother in arms, yet a weight of unspoken words lay heavily between us.Just as I was about to pass, his voice cut through the silence, sharp and pointed. "You're being selfish, Rykor. If you truly loved her, you'd be there, helping and supporting her, not r
The Luna of Death Chapter 75
Rykors pov My fists pounded against the unrelenting rock, the sharp scent of my blood mixing with the brisk night air. Each strike jolted through me, a painful reminder of my grief, yet I embraced the pain willingly. Sweat and dirt smeared my skin, marking the gruelling hours I'd spent lost in an emotional storm of anger and sadness. My body ached for rest, but I couldn't listen to its demands. All I could see was Nikita's lifeless image haunting my thoughts.As the first light of dawn mingled with the night, her voice—impossibly real—whispered behind me. “Rykor.”I froze, my fists still clenched, caught in a moment of disbelief. Was this my mind's cruel trick? My arms fell, weighed down by exhaustion and an unwillingness to face what might be another figment of my delirium.She approached, the familiar sound of her footsteps almost comforting. Yet I couldn't turn around, fearful of the pain of seeing her again. If she was merely a ghost, I didn't want to know.“How did you find me?”
