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The Ritual
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2025-12-03 04:38:53Chapter 1
The silver circle burned under Marina’s knees.
Runes etched into the ancient stone pulsed with cold moonlight, each line drinking deep from the blood that dripped steadily from the cuts along her forearms. Her wrists were bound behind her back with silver-laced rope, forcing her spine into a painful arch. The bond the one she had once believed might save her throbbed like a living thing inside her chest, fighting the ritual’s pull.
Ragnar stood over her, tall and unmoved, his massive frame casting a long shadow across her body. The Alpha of Shadowpaw wore the same cold expression he always did when conducting pack business. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his amber eyes reflected nothing but calculation.
“Almost done,” the ritual elder muttered, drawing another line of blood across Marina’s collarbone.
Marina’s breath hitched. The bond was unraveling thread by thread, each one tearing through her soul like barbed wire. She could feel Ragnar on the other end of it,his presence, his power, the faint echo of the nights he had taken her body even while his heart remained locked away.
Three years earlier…
The night he had first claimed her, the moon had been full and heavy. Ragnar had pressed her against the wall of his chambers, one large hand fisting her hair as the other shoved her dress up around her waist. No words of love. No tenderness. Just raw, commanding hunger.
He had taken her hard and deep, growling low in his throat as her legs wrapped around his hips. Every thrust had been deliberate, possessive, his thick cock stretching her until she cried out, half in pain, half in desperate pleasure. His teeth had grazed her neck but never bitten,not fully. He had fucked her like an asset he intended to use, not a mate he cherished. When he spilled inside her, hot and pulsing, he had pulled out almost immediately, leaving her aching and empty on the furs while he dressed.
He had never once said her name.
Even in the height of pleasure, when her walls clenched around him and she came with a broken sob, it was always “shadow” or “hybrid” or nothing at all. Just the wet slap of skin, her moans, and his low, controlled grunts.
Now…
The memory shattered as the bond snapped.
Agony exploded through Marina’s chest. She screamed, the sound raw and guttural, echoing off the stone walls of the ritual chamber. It felt as though her soul was being ripped in half. Her body convulsed, thighs pressing together instinctively as phantom echoes of past pleasure twisted cruelly with the pain. For one blinding second she could still feel him thick, hot, buried inside her before the connection severed completely.
Ragnar didn’t flinch. He simply stepped back, rolling his shoulders as if shrugging off an unwelcome weight. The glowing bond mark on his shoulder faded to a dull scar. He looked down at her trembling, blood-streaked form for a brief moment, then turned on his heel.
He was gone before her screams dissolved into ragged gasps.
Marina remained on her knees, shaking violently, tears mixing with the blood on her cheeks. The silver circle felt like ice against her fevered skin. Between her legs, her body still betrayed her with a slick, unwanted pulse,an aftershock of the broken bond that made her hate herself even more.
The heavy oak door creaked open.
Elder Moonseer stepped inside, her silver robes whispering across the stone. The old woman’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in Marina’s broken posture.
“Good,” Moonseer said, voice crisp and businesslike. “The bond is severed cleanly. Now you are useful.”
Marina lifted her head slowly. Her vision blurred, but she could still see the elder’s cold smile. Three years. Three years of letting Ragnar use her body whenever he needed stress relief or a strategic show of dominance. Three years of hoping that one day he might look at her with something other than indifference. Three years of being his shadow, his weapon, his convenient warm hole,never his mate.
And they had thrown her away the moment she became more valuable as a disposable spy.
The realization settled over her like a shroud.
She had broken herself for people who had never seen her as anything more than a tool.
Marina closed her eyes, tasting blood and salt on her lips. Somewhere deep inside, beneath the pain and the lingering ache between her thighs, something quiet and dangerous stirred.
Shadow magic.
And for the first time, it felt entirely her own.
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