"Try me," she challenged, her eyes locking onto mine. "I’ve seen and felt more pain than you know. I’m not leaving until you talk to me."Her stubbornness was infuriating, but a part of me knew she was right. I couldn’t carry this burden alone. I stopped pacing and looked at her, my shoulders slumpi
Unknown POV:- Somewhere outside the pack grounds** Anger. That was the emotion that was searing through every fiber of my being. Every plan and every attempt had failed. Adrian had proven to be a difficult target, always one step ahead, always surviving. I was running out of patience. The throne,
Morana Ambrose.Days went on as the threat of my father loomed over us like a dark cloud. Adrian had taken it upon himself to personally train me. He wanted to ensure I was prepared for any kind of attack. The memory of my father and the revelation of his deeds were still fresh in my mind, a constan
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the training grounds, Adrian and I sat together, watching the warriors practice. The calm before the storm, as they say."Do you ever wonder what life would be like if none of this had happened?" I asked, my voice soft.Adr
Chapter 118Adrian Blackthrone. I sat in my office, staring at the paperwork on my desk, but my mind was elsewhere. Despite my best efforts to focus, my mind kept wandering back to my conversation with Emile, the witch. Her words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their urgency.I had gone to her
Adrian Blackthrone. I stood at the training ground, watching Rowan train the young wolves of the pack. His intense focus and dedication were apparent in every move he made, and the young ones mirrored his determination. It was nice to see the next generation of our pack being so well prepared. Just
Morana Ambrose. I was on the training ground, my muscles straining with each movement as Adrian taught me every possible way to protect myself. His presence stirred a deep, undeniable desire within me. Every touch and every look from him sparked a fire I could barely control. I knew he felt it too.
Adrian's eyes seemed to look past me, to some distant place in his memories. "The curse was placed on me because of a mistake I made a long time ago," he began, his voice low and pained. I wanted to ask what mistake he made, but I held back, sensing he needed to tell it his own way. "This curse... i