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The Last Aetherwyn: Mated to the Alpha Prince

“You really think you can own me, Alpha?” Isaldora’s voice was sharp, dripping venom. “I’ll never bow to this bond. I despise you. You and your entire damn kind.” Kaelith’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “You don’t mean that,” he muttered, voice low, rough. He stepped closer, heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her lips. Her eyes faltered for just a second making his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “You can say what you want, love, but you don’t despise me. Not even close.” Her chest tightened, the mate bond pulling at her like invisible chains. She glared, fighting the hitch in her breath. “I’ll ruin you.” “Then ruin me,” Kaelith growled, closing the distance. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice dipped lower, darker. “Every damn second you try only ties you tighter to me.” She scoffed but it sounded more like a ragged breath. “I hate you to the core.” The words slipped out sharp, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, baby,” Kaelith rasped, dragging her flush against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, taking a deep, deliberate inhale, like her very scent was his lifeline. His lashes flickered shut, and when his eyes snapped open, they were dilated—dark, ravenous, dangerous. “Your core doesn’t hate me,” he growled low, voice thick with heat. His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. “Your core loves me—aches for me, begs for me.” Her eyes flew wide, breath catching in her throat as he crushed the space between them, Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her neck. She fought the moan that almost slipped her mouth. “I’m not trapping you,” he muttered against her skin. “I’m just helping you to realize that every time you push me away, I feel you pulling me back.” Her pulse hammered, her breath ragged — and she hated it. Hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her. “I’ll ruin you,” she whispered again, this time softer. Kaelith’s smirk eased into something warmer, something that made her chest ache. His thumb brushed slowly along her jaw. “Then ruin me,” he said softly. “But stop lying to yourself about us.” Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn is the last of her bloodline. She lived through the massacre that wiped out her coven — and for six years, she’s been burning for vengeance. One by one, she’s hunted her enemies down, breaking them in the cruelest ways. Everything is going to plan. She’s close… so close to the one behind it all. Until she meets him. Kaelith Duskbane — heir to the Duskhowl Pack. He’s everything she hates: dominant, relentless, dangerously handsome… and worst of all, her enemy. The Alpha Prince who hides his heart behind cold steel, who’s spent years waiting for a mate he thought would never come. Now that he’s found her, he refuses to let go. She’s the last witch of a fallen royal bloodline, sworn to vengeance. He’s the ruthless Alpha Prince who would do anything to keep his fated mate. A witch mated to a werewolf? It was an impossible bond. She swears she’ll break it. He swears she’ll stay. But while they clash in a dangerous dance of fire and fury, desire and hate, shadows older and darker than both of them are beginning to stir. And soon, they’ll realize nothing — not their enemies, not their families, not even each other — is what it seems.
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EVERMORE: Nothing is ever as it seemed.

The darkness crept in like a living entity, shrouding the town of Evermore in an impenetrable veil. It was a place where the moon hid its face, and the stars trembled with fear. The residents of Evermore had grown accustomed to the eerie silence, the whispered warnings, and the unspoken dread that lingered in every corner. In this forsaken town, where the wind howled like a mournful cry, and the trees seemed to twist into macabre poses, nothing was ever as it seemed. Behind the façade of quaint streets, fancy neighborhoods and charming homes, secrets lurked, waiting to pounce. Every smile hid a lie, every gesture concealed a motive. It began with disappearances, subtle at first, like the fading of leaves. People vanished without warning, leaving behind only whispers of their existence. Some said they were taken by the Shadow Man, a phantom figure born from the town's collective fears. Others claimed it was the work of the Devil himself. But the truth was far more sinister. In Evermore, everyone was a suspect and everyone had a secret. Neighbors eyed each other with suspicion, children whispered tales of monsters in the night, and the authorities seemed either complicit or clueless. And then, there were the strange occurrences: doors creaking open by themselves, disembodied voices in the dead of night, and an unshakeable feeling that something was watching from the shadows. Evermore was a town cursed, a place where the fabric of reality was unraveling thread by thread. Welcome to Evermore, where the darkness has a name, and it's coming for you.
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