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Chapter 11

Betty POV“Madeline?”The name tastes like copper in my mouth.“How is that possible? She was Ian’s mate.”Alpha Aldo doesn’t blink. His pupils are blown, turning his irises into rings of black obsidian. “I am her second-chance mate. And I will take every drop of blood you owe her.”“Then come and try.”I drop into a low stance on the grass, my eyes scanning his posture for a hitch, a weakness, an opening. My Lycan is dead silent inside my skull, but her muscles are coiled like steel springs. She is on absolute high alert.Aldo launches forward faster than a normal Alpha should move. Before I can reset my footing, his fingers fist into my braid. A brutal, violent jerk tears at my scalp, throwing my weight backward. The ground rushes up to meet my spine.I roll hard to the left just as his heavy boot stomps down, crushing the grass exactly where my nose was a millisecond ago.“This is stupid,” I spit, scrambling back to my feet. “What do you get by breaking me?”“I promised Madeline,”

Chapter 12

Betty POV"Stay in the car and do not move!" Adriel roared.He did not wait for my answer. His hand flew out, grabbing the shredded edge of the roof where a rogue had just punched through the metal. The rogue still had his claws tangled in my hair. Adriel did not flinch. He grabbed the beast by the forearm and wrenched backward with a sickening, wet pop.The rogue screamed, his arm tearing completely free from his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the windscreen. Adriel kicked the car door open, lunging out into the chaos of the dark road.My chest heaved. I stared at the blood dripping from the torn ceiling onto my jeans. My own lycan was dead silent, locked in a deep, unresponsive sleep after taking a silver knife wound to the ribs hours ago. I was entirely on my own.The rogue who had clawed at me had looked shocked before Adriel ripped him apart. He had smelled me. He had realized I was a female. The raw, desperate hunger in his eyes told me everything. He did not want to kill me. He

Chapter 13

Adriel POV"Wake up, you useless old bastard," I growled, slamming my palm against the iron grate of the cell.My uncle didn’t move. His breathing was a shallow, pathetic rattle in the damp dark of the subterranean bunker. For a century, he had been nothing but a feral shell, lost to the Lycan madness. But five minutes ago, my mate had touched him.Betty. A slip of a girl who shouldn't have been able to heal a scratched knee, let alone reverse a hundred-year-old blood curse.Beside me, Betty gasped, her fingers trembling as she reached through the bars again. "Adriel, wait. I can reach him. I can see the day it happened.""Don't," I snapped, grabbing her wrist. The heat radiating from her skin shocked me. It was too intense, too pure. "You've already drained yourself saving Jethro. If you push it - ""I have to," she interrupted, ripping her arm from my grip with an unnatural surge of strength. She pressed both hands flat against my uncle’s scarred chest.A blinding, violet aura erupt

Chapter 14

Betty POV"The king wants me dead."The words did not make sense. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. What had I done? I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but a raw, booming voice cut through the heavy air before I could speak."Stop right there."I stiffened. The shout came from behind us."Do not you dare touch her," the voice roared, vibrating through the stone floor. "If you hurt her, I will not hesitate to take you down."I whipped my head around. My boots skidded on the smooth marble. Standing at the top of the stone steps was the exact same man I had just pulled back from the brink of madness. I had crawled inside his twisted lycan mind and dragged his sanity to the surface."Jethro?" The king gasped. The brutal monarch froze, his jaw tightening as his chest heaved. "How is that possible? Are you sane?""Yes, brother," Jethro said. His voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood, but his eyes were completely clear. He looked directly at me, his expression

Chapter 15

Betty POV“Wait,” Mitchell says.His hand slaps down hard on the oak table.“What do you mean by untouchable? Isn’t the matebond a magic thing?”Sir Melvin does not blink. He keeps his shoulders perfectly straight.“Correct, my prince,” Melvin says. “The matebond is born from magic. And I think that is why Miss Betty has two mates. Because you boys are twins.”I do not move. My fingers grip the edge of my seat until my knuckles turn white.Something is wrong here. The air in the library feels too thick.I lift one hand.Melvin stops instantly. He gives me a sharp nod.“You said that I am untouchable for magic,” I say.I force myself to look straight into his eyes.“You said I can walk on cursed land. But what about the traits from all the kingdoms? That cannot be right. My parents came from two different kingdoms.”Melvin takes a slow step toward me. His boots click against the stone floor.“You are correct,” Melvin says. “Your parents are from the two most powerful kingdoms. But at t

Chapter 16

Aleah POV"Open your eyes and look at what he did," I said, my voice cutting through the thick, suffocating mist of the Lycan King's subconscious.The memory flared to life around us, a blinding flash of ancient light that smelled of old parchment and damp earth. We were standing inside the mind of the King, watching a scene from hundreds of years ago. A woman stood in the centre of a sunlit courtyard. She had honey-blond hair, light freckles dusted across her nose, and bright green eyes that made the royal guards lower their spears just to watch her smile."Is that Queen Yasmin?" Mitchell muttered, his ghost-like hand reaching out toward the memory of his mother."Do not touch her," I snapped, pulling him back by his leather collar. "Look closer at her eyes."We watched the memory shift. The King stepped forward in the vision, pressing his fangs into her neck to claim her. When Queen Yasmin looked up, her striking green ey

Chapter 17

Betty POV"Wake up, Betty!" a voice roars through the dark.I do not wake up.I slide down the cold stone wall instead. My fingers release the old king's head. The memory of the ancient curse rips through my skull like a hot blade. I feel their agony. I feel the burning flesh of every dead female lycan in history."Get away from her!" Adriel screams.His massive hands grab my shoulders. The contact burns my skin. I screech and thrash against him."Do not touch her, Adriel!" Luka yells from across the room.The old king moves faster than both of them. His wrinkled hands catch my face before I hit the floor. His eyes are hollow. His breath smells like dust."Rest now, Betty," the king whispers. "Rest."The world turns black.I drop into a deep void. The pain vanishes. The screams inside my head fade into absolute silence. Then, a sharp prick of white light cuts through th

Chapter 18

Adriel POV "Get the hell away from her door, Mitchell." My voice is a low, vibrating snarl that rattles the heavy oak panelling of the corridor. My brother doesn't flinch. He stands there in the dim light of the west wing, his fingers hovering inches from the brass handle of Betty’s bedroom. His jaw ticks. A pulse beats wildly in his throat, a clear sign of the volatile mate-bond ripping through his veins. "I felt your pathetic anxiety from across the castle," Mitchell snaps back, his voice a harsh whisper that barely carries over the crackle of the wall torches. "You're suffocating the entire floor with your panic. I came to see if she’s breathing." "She is sleeping," I say, stepping into his personal space until our chests almost collide. "No thanks to father. He terrified her, threatened her life, and then used his Alpha aura to force her into a dee

Chapter 19

Adriel POV“Drop the sex details, Uncle Jethro.” I slam my glass onto the heavy mahogany table. The amber liquid sloshes over the rim, soaking into the dark wood. “I do not need a mental image of my mother with either of you.”Father sits across from us, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch. His eyes fix on the wet stain on the table. “You are grown men, Adriel. Mitchell. You have both been with women. Do not be so sensitive.”“Easy for you to say,” Mitchell grunts. His knuckles turn white as he grips the armrest of his leather chair. “You did not have to listen to your own brother talk about your mate that way.”“I missed twenty years of you growing up.” Father looks up, his gaze shifting between the two of us. There is a heavy, pathetic weight in his eyes. “Give me a break.”“Cut the sentimental rubbish.” Uncle Jethro shoves hi

Chapter 20

Betty POV"Wake up, little queen."The words do not belong to me.They do not belong to Adriel or Mitchell.They are heavy, scraping hooks dragging me out of the pitch-black void.My eyes snap open.A blinding spike of white light punches through my skull.The sound comes a millisecond later. It is a deafening, concrete-splitting roar that rattles the fillings in my teeth.I bolt upright.The bedroom is absolute carnage. Four walls of solid stone are split down the centre, weeping mortar and dust.Right in the middle of the debris stands Luka.He is not in his human skin. He is locked in his massive, hulking lycan form, his grey fur bristling with static electricity.He is dead silent. He is not breathing.His massive claws are buried two inches deep into the floorboards, anchoring him like a statue."Luka?"

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