Chapter 6: Unrevealing The Darkness
978 Words
When the Magic Breaks, So Does Everything Else
Lyia’s breath hitched.
The air crackled, thick with the pulse of uncontrolled magic. The thread of energy flickering between Evelyn’s fingertips wasn’t hers.
It was something darker.
Something wrong.
Ronald moved first. Fast.
He lunged for Evelyn, reaching for her, his voice low and commanding. "Evelyn. Let it go."
But she wasn’t listening.
Her eyes—gods, her eyes.
They weren’t just glowing.
They were flickering.
Between the gold and blue she always had and a deep, unnatural black.
Lyia’s stomach twisted.
She had seen this before.
She had seen wolves lose themselves to power that didn’t belong to them.
And none of them had ever come back the same.
The witch—the one who had cursed Ronald—just smiled.
Her golden eyes gleamed as she took a step forward, watching Evelyn like a predator watching a kill.
“Look at her, Alpha,” she murmured. “She’s already mine.”
Ronald snapped.
With a roar, he turned on the witch, lunging for her with the kind of speed that should have torn her apart.
But before his claws could even graze her—
He stopped.
His entire body was locked up.
His breath strangled in his throat.
And then—
He fell.
Lyia barely had time to react before he was on his knees, clutching his chest, his breathing ragged.
The curse.
The curse was reacting to her magic.
Lyia’s rage ignited.
She lunged for the witch, aiming to rip her apart with her bare hands—
But a blast of power slammed into her, sending her crashing into a tree.
Pain exploded in her spine.
She gasped, blinking stars from her vision.
And then—Evelyn screamed.
Lyia’s head snapped up.
Evelyn was shaking.
Her hands were curled into fists, her entire body writhing, as if something was trying to rip itself out of her skin.
“No,” she choked. “I won’t—I won’t—”
The witch sighed. “Shh, little one. Stop fighting it.”
Lyia’s pulse spiked.
She’s trying to take her.
The witch lifted a hand, and Evelyn staggered, her knees buckling as if she were being pulled toward her.
No. No, no, no.
Lyia’s vision blurred red.
She didn’t think.
She moved.
Ignoring the pain in her body, she launched forward, tackling Evelyn to the ground and pinning her there.
She felt Evelyn thrash beneath her, power still crackling around her, but Lyia didn’t let go.
Instead, she did the only thing she could think of.
She crushed her lips against hers.
Evelyn froze.
For a split second, everything stopped.
The magic. The pull. The chaos.
And then—Evelyn gasped.
The darkness shattered.
Lyia felt the pulse of pure, raw energy explode between them. Magic surged—but this time, it wasn’t Evelyn’s magic.
It was hers.
It raced from her lips to Evelyn’s, pouring into her, breaking whatever hold the witch had on her.
When Lyia finally pulled away, Evelyn was panting.
Her eyes—they were clear.
No black. No flickering. Just the gold and blue she always had.
Lyia swallowed hard. “You back?”
Evelyn blinked up at her.
And then—
She grabbed the back of Lyia’s neck and dragged her down for another kiss.
Lyia’s breath vanished.
This time, there was no magic.
No desperation.
Just Evelyn. Wanting her.
And Lyia didn’t fight it.
She sank into it.
Evelyn’s lips were soft, her hands gripping Lyia’s hair, her body arching into hers—too much, not enough, everything all at once.
Lyia moaned against her mouth, heat racing through her, the taste of her making her dizzy.
Gods.
She was so, so f****d.
A low growl cut through the air.
Lyia snapped her head up.
Ronald.
His eyes were black.
Not from magic.
From pure, raw rage.
He was on his feet now, his breathing uneven, his fists clenched. His entire body was trembling.
Not because of pain.
Because of them.
Because he had just watched Lyia kiss Evelyn.
Lyia’s pulse spiked.
She barely had time to react before Ronald grabbed her.
Hard.
She gasped as he yanked her away from Evelyn, spun her, and slammed her right against him.
The heat between them exploded.
Lyia barely had time to catch her breath before Ronald kissed her.
But this wasn’t like before.
This was feral.
A punishment.
His teeth scraped her lips, his hands digging into her hips, possessive, dominant, overwhelming.
Lyia whimpered.
She hated how much she loved this.
How much she craved it.
She fisted his shirt, dragging him closer, heat curling low in her stomach.
And gods, he let her.
Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her—
He ripped himself away.
They were both panting.
Lyia’s lips were swollen.
Ronald’s eyes were wild.
And Evelyn—
Evelyn was watching.
Her fingers touched her own lips, her chest rising and falling, something unreadable in her gaze.
Then—
A sharp laugh.
All three of them whipped around.
The witch was still there.
She hadn’t left. She had watched everything.
Her golden eyes gleamed. “Oh, this is even better than I expected.”
Ronald snarled. “Shut up.”
But she only grinned.
“You think you can fight it?” She tilted her head. “Your curse. Your bond. The three of you.”
Lyia stilled.
Three.
She knew.
The witch knew.
Her smirk deepened. “It’s only going to get worse, Alpha. You can’t have them both. And yet…”
She chuckled.
“You won’t be able to let either of them go.”
A chill crept up Lyia’s spine.
Because she knew it was true.
She looked at Ronald.
Then, at Evelyn's.
And for the first time since this all began—
She realized none of them were getting out of this untouched.
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