Claiming The Tyrannical Alpha: Eighteen Petals To Bond Or Die

relight flicker through the trees. The witches of the Blackthorn Coven chanted in unison, their voices weaving a melody as ancient as the moon itself. At the

ic of untamed power. The very

l to a fault, their amber eyes gleaming like embers. They believed this raid would secure Silverfan

lun

re through the clearing. Alaric seized the orb, its heat searing

na's scream s

jagged shadows. Her eyes, violet and furious,

o wield it," Alaric snarled, clutching the H

k *this* is power?" She gestured to the orb. "You've

palm, blood splattering the earth. Th

ight pierced his skin, his vein

en years to find a mate, or their hearts will wither like plucked roses." She bared her

r, swallowing their screams as

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nt of blood and magic thick in the air. Seraphine's cries had faded t

hispered, her face pa

ana's curse coiled in his mind. He peeled back

d there, etched into

he bre

rcing the silence. Seraphine fro

lodged in his throat like a th

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found her at the coven's ruins, her body brok

sh it, wolf?"

curse," h

e will suffer as mine did. Your daughters will d

aimed at her th

d in his mind. *Eighteen

e curse binds tighter. Let me li

narling. "I'll

im. "Love is a blade, Alaric. And y

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alassa's wrist had darken

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weight of the cursed forest