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Chapter 19: The Hollow King

Author: Aria V. Wilde
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 16:19:39

The silence inside my head was louder than the explosion that had collapsed the mountain.

The vibrant, golden thread that had woven our souls together during the True Mate Claim didn’t just snap—it vanished into a freezing, echoing vacuum. The phantom weight of Dominic’s wolf, that ancient, possessive alpha beast that had roared in tandem with my own mroczna magia, was gone.

I looked down at the man lying in my lap. Dominic’s jaw was still clenched, his broad shoulders still stained with his ow
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    The air in the meadow tasted too clean—sterile, like ozone and artificial mint. It was the smell of a laboratory masquerading as paradise.Vance stood there, his hands clasped behind his back, his smile not the cold, dead mask of the man we knew, but something vibrant and eerily enthusiastic. He looked barely thirty, his eyes filled with the hungry, manic spark of a scientist on the verge of a breakthrough."I have been running the simulations for years," he said, stepping closer. He didn't look at us—he looked at our daughter, his gaze hungry. "The probability of a temporal rupture manifesting exactly at this coordinate, carrying a couple with high-tier bio-signatures... the math is exquisite."Dominic stepped in front of me, his body rigid. The wound in his side was still bleeding, staining his shirt, but he stood like a king whose crown had been stolen. "Who are you? What is this place?"Vance laughed. It was a light, genuine sound. "I am Dr. Alistair Vance. And you are in the crad

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    "Thirty seconds!" Dominic’s voice was a wet rattle. He slumped against the cold stone, his blood pooling beneath him, staining the pulsing wires on the floor a dark, jagged crimson.I didn't let myself look at the wound. I couldn't. If I looked at the dark, arterial spray soaking his shirt, I would fall apart, and if I fell apart, our daughter would die."Dominic, stay with me!" I grabbed his hand, pressing it firmly onto the primary sequence node—a cluster of glowing, shifting fibers that felt like raw nerve endings beneath my palm. "We have to do this together. Your pulse, my rhythm. Just like the bond, but... human. Focus on me."His hand was limp, his skin growing alarmingly cold. I saw the light in his eyes wavering, the violet fire that had once defined him flickering like a guttering candle. He was fading."Elena..." he whispered, his head lolling to the side. "I can't... I can't feel the floor.""Then feel me!" I leaned over him, pressing my forehead against his, our breaths m

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