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A blinding flash of light seared through my vision, sending a wave of dizziness crashing over me. My limbs felt disconnected from my body, and the world blurred into a hazy swirl of noise and movement. I could barely register Matteo rushing toward me before my legs gave out completely.Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground, and then I was airborne—slung over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. The last thing I remembered was Caroline’s worried face hovering above me, her lips moving, calling my name, before everything faded into darkness.The first thing I felt was warmth. A soft golden light pressed against my closed eyelids, seeping through even as I tried to block it out. The warmth spread over my skin, but it didn’t soothe me. Instead, it burned.My entire body ached as if I'd been trampled by a stampede of wolves. Every muscle screamed, my bones felt like they’d been shattered and poorly put back together. My throat was parched, my skin damp with sweat, and an unbearable

The drive back to the mansion was faster than usual, the engine humming steadily as the Lycan King kept his foot pressed hard on the accelerator. The darkened trees blurred past the windows, but my attention wasn’t on the road. It was on him.Dalton’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale under the soft glow of the dashboard lights. He hadn’t said a word since we got into the car. He never talked much, but tonight, the silence felt different. It was heavy—like something unsaid was pressing down on him.The moment we reached the estate, the gates swung open without hesitation, the guards moving with trained precision. He drove straight into the garage, killing the engine in one smooth motion. For a second, he sat there, unmoving, before pushing the door open and stepping out.I followed suit, but as he rose to his full height, I caught it—just the briefest flicker of pain. His jaw clenched, and his hand instinctively brushed against his abdomen as if he was trying to

The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. A raw, insatiable need burned in his eyes, and I knew—I felt—that I was the only one who could satisfy it.And I was ready.The moment his lips crashed against mine, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. His kiss wasn’t soft or careful—it was fierce, unrelenting, like he was staking his claim on me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body as heat surged through me, making my skin tingle and my breath hitch.I melted into him, my body thrumming with electricity, every nerve alive and aching for more. Only he could do this to me. Only Dalton could awaken this fire inside me, a fire that had been smoldering, waiting for him to ignite it.His hands traced the curve of my back, branding me with his touch. His lips moved with a desperate urgency, parting mine, his tongue sweeping inside, tangling with mine in a battle of dominance. A sharp gasp left me as he nipped at my bottom lip, the

Drusilla turned sharply, her usually composed expression slipping as frustration bled into her tone.“Do you not understand? She’s our only chance! You lost control once—just once—and look at the damage you caused.”Dalton’s jaw tightened. His response was immediate, sharp. “Exactly. I am the problem. I should be the one taking the risks. Not her. Not anyone else.”The room felt like a battlefield, their voices clashing as they circled the same argument. No matter how fiercely Drusilla tried to make him see reason, Dalton rejected every word.And I—silent, watching—stood between them, feeling torn. Drusilla’s concern for Dalton was clear, but what surprised me was that he cared about me. He wasn’t selfish enough to let me risk myself just because his life was hanging in the balance. That meant something.Drusilla exhaled sharply, forcing patience. “You don’t understand, Cal. The Rogue King’s influence is growing stronger. Yesterday, it was just the servants and maids who saw your outb

The air felt heavier than before, thick with the scent of damp stone and candle wax. My breath was slow and measured, but my heartbeat was anything but calm.Dalton stood opposite me, his golden eyes fixed on mine, unwavering and unreadable. The weight of his gaze pressed down on me, as if he were silently asking me if I truly understood what we were about to do. I wasn’t sure if I did.Drusilla moved with practiced ease, setting out her ritual tools with careful precision. She knelt near the base of the stone statue, her hands deftly pulling out an aged, leather-bound book from her bag. She flipped through its brittle, yellowed pages, muttering under her breath.“Okay,” she finally spoke, glancing up at us. “Both of you, stand right here.” She pointed at a spot directly in front of the statue.I swallowed and stepped forward, the chill of the underground chamber seeping into my skin. Dalton let out a quiet sigh but followed suit, his movements slow, deliberate.Drusilla’s fingers tra