CHAPTER SIX — THE ALPHA’S RAGE
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Damian’s POV
The underground chamber was vast and echoing, the ceiling lost in shadows. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting eerie shapes that danced like phantoms.
And between him and Aria were six cloaked figures, their black eyes glowing like dying embers. Magic swirled around them — thick, cold, and unnatural.
Damian’s wolf prowled inside him, snarling to be unleashed. He could smell her now — her scent was stronger, wilder than before, laced with something ancient he didn’t recognize. She was close. Too close to danger.
One of the cloaked figures stepped forward, their voice slithering through the air. “You should not have come here, Alpha.”
Damian bared his teeth. “You took what’s mine. I’m not leaving without her.”
The figure laughed, low and cruel. “She was never yours. She belongs to the prophecy.”
Damian didn’t wait for another word. He lunged.
His body shifted mid-air, fur ripping through his skin as his wolf exploded forward — a massive black beast, eyes glowing silver like twin moons. His claws struck the first figure, sending them crashing into the wall with a sickening crunch.
Magic flared. The other cloaked figures raised their hands, sending waves of energy crackling through the chamber. Damian ducked, dodged, and slammed into another one, tearing through the magical shield with brute force.
Marcus and the trackers joined the fight, their wolves a blur of movement — claws, teeth, and growls filling the space. The air thickened with power and blood.
But these enemies were not ordinary. Each time one fell, another burst of dark energy erupted, shaking the chamber.
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Aria’s POV
She heard the battle before she saw it — the snarls, the shattering magic, the crash of bodies. Her heart pounded, her wolf howled inside her, urging her toward the sound.
She ran through the corridor barefoot, her torn gown flowing behind her like a shadow. The closer she got, the hotter the mark on her neck burned — not just Damian’s mate mark, but the strange older one as well.
She burst into the chamber just as Damian took a blast of magic to the chest.
“Damian!” she screamed.
He stumbled but didn’t fall. His wolf roared, launching at the attacker with renewed fury.
When their eyes met, time seemed to stop.
His gaze locked onto her — blood on his fur, rage in his stance, but relief shining in his silver eyes. She felt the bond surge between them like wildfire, stronger than ever.
And then something inside her snapped.
The second mark on her neck blazed white, spreading glowing lines across her skin like ancient runes. The air trembled. The cloaked figures froze, their faces twisting in shock.
“It’s starting,” one of them hissed. “The seal is breaking!”
Aria didn’t understand what was happening. But her wolf did. Power flooded her veins, hot and fierce. She raised her hands without thinking, and a burst of golden energy erupted from her, slamming into the cloaked figures and sending them sprawling.
The entire chamber shook. Dust rained from the ceiling.
Damian stared at her in awe — not as his mate, but as something more. Something destined.
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Damian’s POV
He shifted back into human form, chest heaving. “Aria…” he breathed.
She turned toward him slowly, her glowing eyes filled with both fear and strength. “Damian… I remember pieces. I’m not just your mate. I’m—”
Before she could finish, a deafening crack split the chamber. A new figure stepped through a portal at the far end — taller, stronger, with black eyes burning like coals. The others bowed instantly.
The leader had arrived.
“You’ve brought her back to us, Alpha,” the figure said, voice like thunder. “Thank you.”
Damian’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t bring her back. I came to take her home.”
The leader smiled coldly. “Then you will die here.”
The battle was far from over.
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