Chapter 86 Chapter 86 I’m still half in his arms when the world slams back into place. 55 vouchers Sand presses into the backs of my calves. Salt coats my lips. The air smells like ocean and sunscreen and Alaric–clean, sharp, male. My heart is beating too fast, though it
Chapter 85 Chapter 85 I’m small again. 2 命運 EX 55 youchers Too small for the weight in my chest, too small for the way my fingers ache as they clutch my father’s hand like it’s the last solid thing left in the world. I’m back to the same age
Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Eh vouchers The announcer’s voice cuts off mid–word as though someone yanked the cord straight out of his throat. Silence drops so hard it feels physical. Heavy. Pressing against my ears. A winner. I stand there in the middle of the pit, chest heaving, fingers sticky
Chapter 83 Chapter 83 The bell rings and the sound hits my skull like it wants to stay there. 68 55 vouchers It’s not ceremonial anymore once it echoes off the stone. It’s a command. Do it now or die standing still. The heat rolls up from the sand immediately,
Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Alaric’s hands are still on me. 220 50 vouchers Not gently. Not carefully. His fingers dig into my shoulders like he’s trying to anchor me to the fucking earth, like if he lets go I’ll vanish or throw myself back over the railing just to spite
Chapter 81 Chapter 81 The plate hits the floor. 68 55 vouchers It’s not a dramatic shatter nor was it cinematic. It’s simply ceramic cracking loud enough to echo down the corridor like a gunshot in a quiet church. Camilla’s head snaps toward the door first. Alaric’s a half–second behind
Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Alaric doesn’t raise his voice. That’s how I know I fucked up. He steps back instead of forward, hand already reaching for the chair where his clothes are draped. His movements are controlled, precise–like every inch of him is being held on a leash he forged
Chapter 79 Chapter 79 The training hall is already loud when I step onto the mats. Leather slaps. Bone thuds. Someone grunts hard enough that it echoes off the mirrored walls. The air smells. like sweat, resin, and that sharp metallic tang that always follows people pushing past comfort. I’m
Chapter 78 Chapter 78 The carriage keeps moving. That’s the first thing that feels wrong. 4: 42 D 50 vouchered Cassian’s words are still hanging in the air, ugly and sharp and too big for the space between us, and yet the wheels don’t slow. The horses don’t stumble. The
Chapter 77 Chapter 77 I’m running. That’s the first thing I know. 78 55 Vouchers Cold air tears at my lungs. Bare feet slap against packed dirt and stone, the ground uneven, familiar in a way that makes my stomach twist. The sky above is pale gray, like it hasn’t
Chapter 76 Chapter 76 The scream doesn’t end the way everyone thinks it will. Alaric doesn’t let go. 78 55 vouchers The sound stretches too long, high and frayed, bouncing off the stone walls of the corridor until it scrapes against my skull. Ariel’s fingers claw at his wrist, nails
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Chapter 74 Chapter 74 78 55 vouchers I’m still holding her arms when the first scream finishes echoing down the corridor. Rain slaps my face sideways, cold and sharp, like it’s personally offended by my existence. Wind shoves at my back, trying to push me into the open space behind
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Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Rain hits first. 255 vouchers It slams into stone like the sky is pissed off and taking it personally. Cold needles soak through my clothes the second I push past the balcony doors, the scent of wet iron and lightning clinging to everything. The Imperial Pack
Chapter 71 Chapter 71 This fucking asshole sure is trying to get on my nerves. The corridor smells like spilled wine, broken porcelain, and sweat that’s gone sour with entitlement. He’s still standing there, swaying slightly, one knee bent wrong where I kicked it. Blood streaks his mouth, drying at
Chapter 70 Chapter 70 The moment I pull my mouth away from Alaric’s, I feel it. That stare. It’s not subtle. It never is. His eyes aren’t on my face. They’re on my hand–still curled loosely at Alaric’s collar. On my thumb brushing the edge of skin I know by
Chapter 69 Chapter 69 The gasp hasn’t even finished echoing before I move. ผลพ I don’t give them time. I don’t let the silence grow teeth. The second my veil slips free and Wade’s face goes blank like his soul just left his body, I step forward and take Ariel’s
Chapter 68 Chapter 68 947 55 vouchers. The music hasn’t even finished recovering from Wade’s little humiliation when the High Priest stands. I hear the scrape of his chair before I see him. Wood on stone. Sharp. Wrong timing. My shoulders tense beneath silk before my brain catches up, instincts
Chapter 67 Chapter 67 The carriage creaks as it crosses the border stones. I feel it before I see it–the faint shift in the air, the way my chest tightens like something old just woke up and stretched. The Woodridge Pack doesn’t announce itself with horns or magic. It never