Mag-log inIf one monster had to bear the sins of the Nightwhisper ancestors, then let that monster be me.I closed my eyes. I forcibly opened the walls of my mind link, sending all my emotions through the mate bond still connected to the remnants of Alaric’s energy.“Alaric... can you hear me?” I whispered in
MAEVE POV“Alaric! No!” I screamed hoarsely.I pushed forward and thrust my fingers toward Uncle Garson’s neck, my silver energy shimmering brightly. My uncle didn’t move at all. Instead, he tilted his head, exposing his neck and revealing his weakest point.“Come on, what are you waiting for, Maeve
"You wanna take out that old parasite, or should I, Alaric?" Dorian asked."Let's finish him now, Dorian," Alaric growled.They both stepped forward without hesitation. I could feel the energy making me stronger because of Alaric's presence—and Dorian's as well. And this time, I was the one who had
MAEVE POVThe pressure of Uncle Garson's aura nearly crushed my bones. My lungs felt as though they were being squeezed between two steel plates. Yet in the middle of the despair darkening my vision... heat spread upward from my wrist.The conduit bracelet trembled, channeling energy that flooded my
"Your heart, Maeve. The heart of Nightwhisper's last legitimate heir. Your heart is the Original Host."I froze. An icy chill traveled from my feet to my spine."You deliberately released the parasites into the Forbidden Forest just to see whether they'd be attracted to me," I whispered as everythin
MAEVE POVMy breathing came in ragged gasps as I reached the doors to the throne room. On my way here, I had already taken down several parasite soldiers. My body felt like it was being sliced apart, and the Silver Woman's voice kept growing louder inside my head.Because I had been using silver ene
I have to let it go. I have to let Dorian create the antidote that will permanently destroy the magic gene inside my blood.But if I do that… I will no longer be a woman worthy of standing beside Alaric.Alaric is a Sword Bearer. A pure Alpha whose instincts are built for dominance and battle in a w
Around us, the villagers’ screams grow even more heartbreaking.One of the loyalist boys I trained this morning is dragged across the snow, his leg severed by an elite soldier. He reaches toward me with blood-covered hands, begging for help.My eyes tremble. My grip around my sword tightens until my
ALARIC POVThose ravens are not just scouting. They are carrying hell itself.From their beaks, deep crimson fireballs rain down like meteors. The straw rooftops across the village instantly explode into flames. The villagers’ hysterical screams, in the middle of dinner, rip through the silence surr
MAEVE POVThe first thing I feel when I wake up is the cold stone beneath my back. Then comes the sharp pain stabbing through my ribs every time I breathe. My entire body aches and throbs relentlessly.The smell of damp earth, moss, and rusted metal fills the air, pressing against lungs that still b







