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
Hazel Moore.The past few weeks have been filled with misunderstandings and arguments between Rowan and me. Yet, despite the chaos, we had finally managed to find some sort of normalcy, even if it was filled with unspoken tension. I could feel his eyes on me constantly, tracking my every move, and i
Hazel MooreI didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that I wanted Rowan. Morana has warned me that mate pull can grow stronger day by day, and it made a lot of sense. My developing feelings toward Rowan made more sense to me. Our desire to mate was taking over. It was why I was constantly aroused
He moved his hand from the side of my head to my knees. Then he stroked inside my thigh, traveling up, almost touching me.“Tell me you want this, Hazel,” he said.“I want this. I want you. I always want you.”He cupped my pussy. His finger teased along my slit, grazing across my clit.I gasped. Sur
Rowan Ambrose.We didn't return home.I tucked back some of her hair. I was still deep inside me, and I didn’t want to leave. Not ever.“That was … amazing,” she said.“I didn’t expect that to happen.” I replied. “That's why it was even better than I imagined.” She replied. “You imagined this?” I
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan