Chapter 94 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. Teresa’s scream echoed in my ears long after her words stopped. She was fierce, relentless, her fury like a storm threatening to drown me. “Fix her! Fix her now!” she had demanded, her fists battering against my chest. I let her hit me. I deserved it.
Chapter 93 TERESA’S P.O.V. I stared at Lucian, Adrian, and the red-haired woman like they were the unholy trinity. My mind raced, every nerve in my body thrumming with panic and fury. The silver in Mai’s eyes was so unnatural; an otherworldly glow that made my stomach churn. “Explain!” I
Chapter 92 TERESA’S P.O.V. The living room felt colder than it should. The large windows let in streams of sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the shadows crawling inside me. I clutched Ollie tighter, his tiny hand resting on my neck as though he could sense the fear
Chapter 91 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The weight of Mai in my arms was almost too much to bear. Her tiny frame pressed against my chest, her blank silver eyes a constant reminder of my failure. Ares, snarled in the back of my mind. He didn’t trust anyone near her. Not Adrian,
Chapter 90 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I cradled Mai tightly, her tiny body trembling against my chest. Her soft whimpers sliced through me sharper than any blade. Her once radiant green eyes—the ones that lit up every time I held her, the ones I was so proud of—were now a cold, unnatural
Chapter 89 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. There are moments when fury feels like a living, breathing thing—a creature clawing its way out of your chest. That’s what it felt like when Elizabeth finally shattered the witches’ magic barrier. The force of her power made the air hum and crackle, and for the
Chapter 88 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The forest surrounding Grovefarm smelled of damp earth, pine, and an undercurrent of something bitter—magic. The scents swirled and grew stronger as I led my pack closer to the borders. Ares growled in anticipation, pacing within me, itching to break free and tear through whatever dared
Chapter 87 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. Teresa’s scream tore through me like a serrated blade. I stood frozen, my massive paws rooted to the ground, claws glinting under the silver glow of the moon. My mate—my Teresa—looked at me as though I were a nightmare come to life. And maybe, in her
Chapter 86 TERESA’S P.OV. I stood there, clutching my arms to my chest as the night seemed to close in around us. My heart was still racing from Adrian’s sudden disappearance. The way he simply vanished into the woods without a sound—it was unnatural, impossible. But then again, everything about
Chapter 85 ADRIAN’S P.O.V. The air was suffocating, heavy with unspoken fears, and Teresa’s quiet sobs cut through the oppressive stillness like a blade. Each sound from her was a visceral reminder of the chaos unraveling around us. My chest tightened, a sensation both alien and unwelcome. I wasn’t accustomed
Chapter 84 ADRIAN’S P.O.V. Before I completely left the forest, I lingered in the shadows, watching the wolf who had given me the best fight I’d had in years. No other wolves had ever come close to challenging me like this. He was different. Enhanced, no doubt, by the witches.
Chapter 83 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The clearing was cloaked in an eerie silence as Adrian and his coven vanished into the shadows, leaving me and what remained of my pack, alone in the aftermath of their sinister presence. The peace that followed was fragile, a fleeting reprieve that shattered as a
Chapter 82 TERESA’S P.O.V. After another swipe at the men, the wolf shifted back into position, stepping between me and the invaders. Its massive form was a wall of muscle and bristling fur, every sinew in its body taut and ready to strike. The swish of its tail was slow,
Chapter 81 TERESA’S P.O.V. Last night after Lucian left me with those cryptic words, my night had been a restless one. I barely slept. My mind kept replaying his teasing smirk and that maddening question: How do you know I’m just a helpless human? The question itself wasn’t as terrifying
Chapter 80 ADRIAN’S POV The night was quiet and cold, with darkness covering everything like a heavy blanket. Each step I took was slow and careful, matching the nervous energy racing through my head. We had arrived at the borders of Redfield without incident, but as we prepared to cross
Chapter 79 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The darkness lingered, coiling around me like a snake waiting to strike. Raivo had settled into my mind with a smug confidence that was both infuriating and disconcerting. He was there, at the edge, watching, calculating. Ares, had grown silent, retreating into the furthest corners of
Chapter 78 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The hall reeked of sage, burnt herbs, and something metallic that tickled my senses uncomfortably. At five in the morning, three hours into this madness, Serena laid out the ritual ingredients with a precision that only added to the tension in the room. Every eye in
Chapter 77 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The room was quiet now, but my mind was a raging storm. The scent of burning candles mingled with the tense air, thick and suffocating. Serena’s black eyes bore into me, her presence demanding attention as though she were a predator waiting for the prey’s next
Chapter 76 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. The day had already been a whirlwind of chaos, responsibility, and simmering tension. The Alpha meeting earlier had left me nursing a dull, persistent headache. A visit to Teresa afterward had provided some solace, easing the tension in my heart, but the storm swirling around me
Chapter 75 TERESA’S P.O.V. It was late—well, a little past eleven—and the house was finally quiet, the kind that wrapped around you and made every small sound seem louder than it should. The twins were fast asleep, their soft, rhythmic breathing filling the room with a comforting melody. I had