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252. DEADLY ENTRY
NARRATORSigrid watched as Morgana turned her back, blood flowing from the dozens of wounds covering her body.She was ready to run, desperate to escape somewhere.It was incredible how humiliating fear of death could be for anyone.All the glamour, all the superiority—none of it existed in critical moments.Morgana was more desperate than she had ever been in her life.How could she have been so foolish, feeding a formidable enemy right under her nose?At what point had that Selenia parasitized Electra’s body?There was no time to figure it out now. She needed to flee, fast, to her mansion. She had to gather her children and escape through the portal in the secret sanctuary, where she kept her family’s most powerful book—The Book of Risorgimento.It couldn’t fall into this damn woman’s hands. It held all the secrets of her ancestors, spells she herself had never even mastered.Muttering the runes of escape, she prepared to create a portal outside Electra’s mansion.She was suffocatin
253. THE NEW FEUDAL LADY
NARRATORSigrid pulled away from her possessive torment—they would talk later—but the waves of malice radiating from Morgana were impossible to ignore."Silas, let’s not forget we have an audience. How embarrassing," she said, turning toward Morgana with a crooked smile.Morgana trembled for a moment, the memory of this woman’s agonizing attacks still fresh in her mind. Hope was slipping further and further away."Alright, let’s end this.""Wait! Wait! I can offer you something in return! Just let me live! I’ll leave with my children, I swear by the Goddess! The entire estate will be yours! You’ll never see me again!" she suddenly screamed, dignity already discarded at her feet."Are you talking about The Book of Risorgimento?" Sigrid asked mockingly, watching Morgana’s face contort.Did she really think she had kept it a secret?"I can give it to you…""My lady doesn’t need anything from you. Whatever is in this mansion already belongs to her. May I kill her now?" Silas turned to Sig
254. MY REAL NAME
NARRATORA thick black mist surrounded the entire building, like a massive dome—nothing could be seen beyond it.She stretched her hand into the air, but even her own fingers disappeared into the overwhelming darkness.She thought this must be Alessandre’s famous shield, meaning he had come after all. He must have stayed hidden in the forest, watching, learning, and growing more astonished by the minute."I created it to protect you. No one could sense your Selenia power." Silas confessed, catching her off guard."Was it really you?""Yes. I will always protect my lady," he declared, puffing out his chest. "You don’t need anyone else."Sigrid smiled, her heart fluttering with warmth.Now she understood why her mother’s eyes always gleamed whenever her father displayed his possessive, caveman-like nature."Wow, my Silas has become so capable. So intelligent and reliable." She reached up and stroked the light stubble on his jaw, watching those golden eyes gleam with satisfaction.And th
255. THE ULTIMATE SOLUTION
SIGRIDI didn’t know what to say or do. A silent tear slipped from the corner of my eye as I stared up at the sky.How did I not see it before?Now, it felt so obvious.The man who spoke so warmly behind me, who held me and whispered words of love in my ear—my mate—was the very man the world called a villain.The most feared, the most ruthless and bloodthirsty.It was incredible how history could be twisted by its victors."…But you can keep calling me Silas. Honestly, Umbros doesn’t feel familiar to me anymore. I don’t like it…""Don’t say it!" I turned suddenly, pressing my hands over his mouth. "Your name is Silas. You are my Silas. That name… don’t say it ever again!"I shouted, trying not to break, as if merely avoiding the word could erase his fate—the destruction he was meant to bring."Sigrid, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"He gently pulled my hand away from his lips, his face etched with deep concern. His fingers brushed my tears away, but they wouldn’t stop falling.I wa
256. BACK HOME
NARRATOR"It looks like he's in love with Sigrid.""Even worse, Alessandre—we have a walking time bomb. What will happen when she leaves for her world?"They stared at each other in silence. The answer was obvious."For now, though, Sigrid has control over him, and we need more strong allies on our side. I think the smartest move is to use him, keep him close. That man must despise Lucrecia with every fiber of his being."Alessandre calculated his next move, and Renata did the same.If Alessandre presented Lucrecia Silver’s head to the Queen—if he became the hero who defeated the witches, controlled the vampires, and swore loyalty to the crown—then they might accept him as the next King and Renata’s husband."We can’t delay our plans. Sigrid could leave at any moment. I don’t even know if she’ll find the way…""Love," Alessandre interrupted, the decision already made in his mind. "Lucrecia invited me to one of her ‘private parties’ in a few days.""Disgusting." Renata grimaced in dist
257. DELICIOUS AWAKENING
SIGRIDA low moan slipped from my slightly parted lips, heat burning through me.Something unbearably pleasurable disrupts my sleep, a wet, delicious sensation licking between the petals of my intimacy.“Mmmm,” I writhe in the limbo between dreams and reality. It feels so good. Mmm, I want more.I moan against a soft surface, my hands clutching at something plush beneath me. My legs spread, my ass tilts up.I let rough hands grope and caress me, play with my clit, devour my wetness, drag me into sheer lust.“Silas,” I murmur, calling his name.A weight presses over me, my body held down, legs spread, hard muscles like steel pinning me in place, leaving me no choice but to wait and take it.“Aaahh,” my eyes flutter open to reality, my mouth unable to stop moaning.In my ear, I feel his restrained growl, his ragged breaths as he thrusts into me.Something hard and pulsing, a scorching-hot shaft pushing through my folds, the mushroomed tip piercing and stretching me open bit by bit.He s
258. YOUR LAUGHTER FASCINATES ME
SIGRIDHis delicious mouth places sensual, satisfied kisses on me in this room bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the wooden window slats.I haven’t had time to take in anything—not with a wake-up call this passionate. This is how I want to wake up every day of my life.“Silas,” I whisper against his lips. His cock is slowly softening, but he’s still inside me, drawing out breathy sighs.The scent of raw, wild sex lingers in the air.I suddenly glance at his neck. Now that the haze of lust has passed, I see the ugly bite mark.Without the sharp canines of a she-wolf or a vampire, it must hurt him even more.“No, no… did I hurt you? Love, I’m sorry.”“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” He raises a hand to cover the wound. “You like to bite, and I like to be marked by you.”He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I look into his gleaming eyes.Silas doesn’t seem to be lying. Besides, I know that with the power he holds now, he could heal instantly—but he choose
259. WHO IS THIS OLD WITCH?
SIGRIDThe narrow black iron bed, wooden walls, the ceiling with slightly neglected beams, the old armchair by the window, and a few wooden trunks in the corner.Everything looks worn down, broken—but not dirty, not unpleasant.“I remembered my parents' cabin. Last night, I brought you here. It's a place I've always wanted to return to,” he confessed, and my heart squeezed at his words.He hasn’t outright said it, but I think his parents are dead. Maybe they died trying to save him when he was taken. Maybe they couldn’t bear the pain of losing him. I don’t know, and I don’t want to rip open those wounds.“Did you spend the whole night cleaning? If it was abandoned, where the hell did you get these sheets?” I frowned, suddenly realizing something obvious.“Well… no one was here. I— I didn’t even think about it. I just needed to rest with you. My mind was… troubled,” he admitted, sitting up, his gaze sweeping over the details of the room.“Silas, how could you think nothing would change
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