Norwan blinked twice, his gaze locked on Natalie’s face as though trying to decode the impossible."Are you serious?" His voice was low, strained with disbelief. Natalie simply nodded, her brow furrowing in response.“She’s with us because your mother and my father have... a relationship," Natalie’s words hung in the air, heavy with implications. The sheer absurdity of it hit Norwan like a sudden, unexpected gust of wind, causing a laugh to escape his lips.“Are you kidding me?” He leaned back, disbelief swirling in his chest, unable to process the truth she was suggesting.Natalie’s expression remained serious, her eyes steady as she shook her head, her throat working to swallow the weight of what she was saying. "I know it's hard to believe," she continued, her voice softer now. "But just look over there, at my father."Norwan followed her gaze, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Don Grego—standing tall, calm, his presence commanding. But it wasn’t just Don Grego that
“I want to talk to her,” Norwan said, his voice firm yet laced with frustration. He looked toward the opposing camp, where Natalie’s people stood, prepared for battle.Natalie swallowed hard, shaking her head in response. “You can’t talk to her like this, Norwan,” she warned, her voice low, filled with tension. She gestured to the two armies that stood poised for conflict, a single misstep could send them spiraling into chaos. “Not with everything on the line. If you make a move now, my men will see it as a threat to me One wrong word, one wrong gesture, and we’re at war.”Norwan’s gaze hardened as he processed her words. He wanted to speak to her, to settle things without bloodshed, but he knew the risks. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake.“You can’t approach her right now,” Natalie continued, her voice softer but urgent. “It’s too dangerous—for your safety, for all of us.”Norwan’s eyes met hers, and he let out a heavy sigh. He knew exactly what she meant. He couldn’t walk into e
The two healers from both clans worked swiftly, their hands glowing with energy as they focused on Natalie, who lay unconscious, blood seeping from her wounds. Beside them stood Don Grego, his face pale and twisted with concern. His eyes darted between the healers and his daughter, and yet, a cloud of confusion clouded his mind. He couldn’t understand why he was there, or what had led to this moment. The only memory he could grasp was of being at the hospital, talking to Natalie—until someone had approached him, a woman with strange questions, and then... nothing.“Goddamn, what’s happening? Why are my people here?” Don Grego’s voice trembled, the urgency of the situation growing heavier with each word. Norwan, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, turned sharply at his question. His concern for Natalie matched Don Grego's, but there was a gnawing feeling of unease. Why couldn’t the man remember?“Are you sure you don’t remember anything?” Norwan asked, his voice firm, thou
Until now, Norwan couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman he had killed—the woman he had sacrificed so much to eliminate in order to save Natalie—was now standing in front of him, alive. She was here. And not just a shadow of the past, but in full force, with an army behind her. It felt like a cruel joke, a twist in time he couldn’t comprehend. Is she the one behind all this? How did she know we were here? Every question in his mind spiraled into another. She wasn’t just some ghost of his past—she was at the heart of it all, a living nightmare, and everything he had fought for seemed to be crumbling because of her.Cora’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts, sweet and deceptively soft, like a velvet-covered blade. “Aren’t you happy to see me again, darling?” Her words danced through the air as she looked at him, her eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.Norwan didn’t flinch. His gaze was as cold as the steel under his skin, emotionless and unwavering. He stood like a statue, unread
Norwan couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him as he stared at his mother, locked in a large cage with her hands shackled by chains. He could barely make out her face, but the sight alone sent a wave of anxiety through him."Norwan…" Amanda's whisper barely reached his ears, but it cut through the tension. He could feel her fear in those soft words."WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Norwan yelled, his voice breaking through the air as he glared at Cora, who stood calmly before him, a smirk tugging at her lips. She cast a quick glance at Amanda before returning her cold stare to Norwan."Copy her?" Cora replied with an irritatingly casual tone, causing Norwan's frown to deepen in frustration."What do you mean?" Don Grego asked, his curiosity piqued. Cora’s smile widened, her eyes glowing a dangerous red. In an instant, Norwan and Don Grego found themselves pulled into a vision—a painful flashback to the past.They watched as Cora survived Norwan’s attack, lurking in the shadows as she secret
The tension in the air was thick, a heavy silence hanging over the battlefield as Natalie stood frozen, her left leg planted firmly atop the broken form of Cora’s fallen Alpha. Her gaze swept over her own clan first, then to Norwan, who looked at her with something that resembled both confusion and apprehension. She remained still, exuding an unspoken power, her eyes burning with fury. Then, her attention shifted, and she slowly turned to face Cora’s men.The sight that met her eyes was almost surreal—men who had been so sure of their power, now standing frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their Alpha, the man they revered, lay at her feet, lifeless. The realization hit them like a hammer, their leader was gone, and they had just witnessed the unthinkable. The cold reality settled over them like a dark cloud.The man closest to Natalie—trembling, his hands shaking—could no longer bear the weight of fear in his chest. The ferocity in her eyes, the silent rage emanating
The battlefield was a scene of unspeakable horror. The ground was slick with blood, bodies strewn everywhere like discarded dolls, the air thick with the stench of death. The clash of metal on metal, the screams of dying men, and the endless rhythm of war had not ceased for five long hours. Neither clan had yielded, and the chaos only deepened as the fight raged on. Natalie’s mind spun in confusion as she stood in the midst of the turmoil. She could scarcely comprehend what was happening—men from Norwan's clan fighting alongside hers, yet others, from different factions, turned their weapons on their own. Which clan is this? She wondered, eyes scanning the battlefield frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle that was slowly consuming everything.Her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to find him—Where is Norwan? Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, and every second that passed felt like an eternity. She tried to push through the chaos, slashing at the enemies who stood
The wind whistled through the sky as soon as Natalie and Norwan reached the place where Cora was. Cora greeted them with a wide, dark smile, which annoyed Norwan—after all the mess she had made, how could she still smile? Did she have no conscience at all?“What an awful sight for me,” Cora said with a sarcastic sigh, referring to Norwan and Natalie being together.“How could you do this to me, Norwan? You treated me like a toy,” Cora added. In response, Norwan simply tightened his grip on Natalie’s hand, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cora. A smirk formed on her lips as she glanced back at Norwan.“Stop holding her hand in front of me,” she said, laughing. “You told me last time that my hands were enough for you to hold.”“Stop all this nonsense, Cora,” Natalie said bravely. Cora stopped laughing and looked at her in disbelief.“Why would I?” she asked, smirking. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to lose.”Natalie took a deep breath. “Your men are the ones suffering because of what you’re d
AFTER THREE DAYS.|“Are you really sure about this?” Don Grego’s voice was soft but laced with concern. He paused in the doorway, watching his daughter with a mixture of confusion and worry. Natalie stopped what she was doing, a gentle rustle of papers filling the quiet room. Her gaze briefly met his, and then she offered him a reassuring smile—small, but steady.She nodded once, firmly. Don Grego took a cautious step forward, his brow furrowing. He studied her face, searching for any hint of uncertainty that might reveal a second thought. But there was none. “But why?” he asked, his voice heavy with the weight of fatherly confusion. “I didn’t do anything to make you feel this way… What’s brought this on?”Natalie chuckled softly, the sound almost as if she was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She shook her head, her hands pausing in the task at hand. “It’s not about you, Dad.” Her words were clear, almost too clear, but there was a flicker of something
“Why don’t you kill me now, Natalie? Now that you possess all the power, all the strength to do whatever you please,” Cora asked, her voice steady, eyes locked with Natalie’s. There was no fear in her gaze, no hesitation. It was a challenge. A dare.Natalie stood there, her heart pounding, her breath shallow. Cora’s words hit harder than any weapon, but it was the unwavering defiance in her eyes that made Natalie falter. Cora was no longer the girl she had once known. She was something else now—something far darker, far more dangerous. And yet, she wasn’t afraid. Not of dying. Not of anything.The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Natalie could feel the weight of it. All the anger. All the pain. Everything that had led to this moment.“You ruined my life, Cora,” Natalie said through clenched teeth, her voice low and controlled.Cora's lips curled into a smirk, eyes never leaving Natalie’s. "I know," she answered, voice dripping with bitterness, but there was no re
The wind whistled through the sky as soon as Natalie and Norwan reached the place where Cora was. Cora greeted them with a wide, dark smile, which annoyed Norwan—after all the mess she had made, how could she still smile? Did she have no conscience at all?“What an awful sight for me,” Cora said with a sarcastic sigh, referring to Norwan and Natalie being together.“How could you do this to me, Norwan? You treated me like a toy,” Cora added. In response, Norwan simply tightened his grip on Natalie’s hand, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cora. A smirk formed on her lips as she glanced back at Norwan.“Stop holding her hand in front of me,” she said, laughing. “You told me last time that my hands were enough for you to hold.”“Stop all this nonsense, Cora,” Natalie said bravely. Cora stopped laughing and looked at her in disbelief.“Why would I?” she asked, smirking. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to lose.”Natalie took a deep breath. “Your men are the ones suffering because of what you’re d
The battlefield was a scene of unspeakable horror. The ground was slick with blood, bodies strewn everywhere like discarded dolls, the air thick with the stench of death. The clash of metal on metal, the screams of dying men, and the endless rhythm of war had not ceased for five long hours. Neither clan had yielded, and the chaos only deepened as the fight raged on. Natalie’s mind spun in confusion as she stood in the midst of the turmoil. She could scarcely comprehend what was happening—men from Norwan's clan fighting alongside hers, yet others, from different factions, turned their weapons on their own. Which clan is this? She wondered, eyes scanning the battlefield frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle that was slowly consuming everything.Her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to find him—Where is Norwan? Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, and every second that passed felt like an eternity. She tried to push through the chaos, slashing at the enemies who stood
The tension in the air was thick, a heavy silence hanging over the battlefield as Natalie stood frozen, her left leg planted firmly atop the broken form of Cora’s fallen Alpha. Her gaze swept over her own clan first, then to Norwan, who looked at her with something that resembled both confusion and apprehension. She remained still, exuding an unspoken power, her eyes burning with fury. Then, her attention shifted, and she slowly turned to face Cora’s men.The sight that met her eyes was almost surreal—men who had been so sure of their power, now standing frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their Alpha, the man they revered, lay at her feet, lifeless. The realization hit them like a hammer, their leader was gone, and they had just witnessed the unthinkable. The cold reality settled over them like a dark cloud.The man closest to Natalie—trembling, his hands shaking—could no longer bear the weight of fear in his chest. The ferocity in her eyes, the silent rage emanating
Norwan couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him as he stared at his mother, locked in a large cage with her hands shackled by chains. He could barely make out her face, but the sight alone sent a wave of anxiety through him."Norwan…" Amanda's whisper barely reached his ears, but it cut through the tension. He could feel her fear in those soft words."WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Norwan yelled, his voice breaking through the air as he glared at Cora, who stood calmly before him, a smirk tugging at her lips. She cast a quick glance at Amanda before returning her cold stare to Norwan."Copy her?" Cora replied with an irritatingly casual tone, causing Norwan's frown to deepen in frustration."What do you mean?" Don Grego asked, his curiosity piqued. Cora’s smile widened, her eyes glowing a dangerous red. In an instant, Norwan and Don Grego found themselves pulled into a vision—a painful flashback to the past.They watched as Cora survived Norwan’s attack, lurking in the shadows as she secret
Until now, Norwan couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman he had killed—the woman he had sacrificed so much to eliminate in order to save Natalie—was now standing in front of him, alive. She was here. And not just a shadow of the past, but in full force, with an army behind her. It felt like a cruel joke, a twist in time he couldn’t comprehend. Is she the one behind all this? How did she know we were here? Every question in his mind spiraled into another. She wasn’t just some ghost of his past—she was at the heart of it all, a living nightmare, and everything he had fought for seemed to be crumbling because of her.Cora’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts, sweet and deceptively soft, like a velvet-covered blade. “Aren’t you happy to see me again, darling?” Her words danced through the air as she looked at him, her eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.Norwan didn’t flinch. His gaze was as cold as the steel under his skin, emotionless and unwavering. He stood like a statue, unread
The two healers from both clans worked swiftly, their hands glowing with energy as they focused on Natalie, who lay unconscious, blood seeping from her wounds. Beside them stood Don Grego, his face pale and twisted with concern. His eyes darted between the healers and his daughter, and yet, a cloud of confusion clouded his mind. He couldn’t understand why he was there, or what had led to this moment. The only memory he could grasp was of being at the hospital, talking to Natalie—until someone had approached him, a woman with strange questions, and then... nothing.“Goddamn, what’s happening? Why are my people here?” Don Grego’s voice trembled, the urgency of the situation growing heavier with each word. Norwan, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, turned sharply at his question. His concern for Natalie matched Don Grego's, but there was a gnawing feeling of unease. Why couldn’t the man remember?“Are you sure you don’t remember anything?” Norwan asked, his voice firm, thou
“I want to talk to her,” Norwan said, his voice firm yet laced with frustration. He looked toward the opposing camp, where Natalie’s people stood, prepared for battle.Natalie swallowed hard, shaking her head in response. “You can’t talk to her like this, Norwan,” she warned, her voice low, filled with tension. She gestured to the two armies that stood poised for conflict, a single misstep could send them spiraling into chaos. “Not with everything on the line. If you make a move now, my men will see it as a threat to me One wrong word, one wrong gesture, and we’re at war.”Norwan’s gaze hardened as he processed her words. He wanted to speak to her, to settle things without bloodshed, but he knew the risks. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake.“You can’t approach her right now,” Natalie continued, her voice softer but urgent. “It’s too dangerous—for your safety, for all of us.”Norwan’s eyes met hers, and he let out a heavy sigh. He knew exactly what she meant. He couldn’t walk into e