Elara’s POV
I knew I had nothing to hide.
I wasn’t Thome’s Luna anymore. I wasn’t his mate. So why did it still feel like I was doing something wrong?
The door flew open, and there he was–Thorne. And the look on his face made me freeze.
Pure fury.
His eyes burned with rage, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon. His anger crackled through the air, and for a moment, I thought it might actually tear through the walls.
I should’ve expected this. I should’ve prepared myself. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the raw, wild look in his eyes–the kind that only came out when the beast inside of him was about to break free.
“Thorne!” I hissed, my voice sharp with panic. “Don’t-”
But he didn’t hear me. He didn’t care.
In a blur of motion, he lunged at Dorian, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out of the bathtub with a force that made my heart stop. A punch landed with a sickening crack, and I swear I heard bone break.
“Thorne!” I screamed, but my voice was lost in the chaos.
Dorian stumbled back, coughing up blood, but he raised his arm in a desperate attempt to fight back. But Thorne was already on him–his hands wrapped around his shoulders, lifting him off the ground like he was nothing. He slammed Dorian against the wall with a deafening thud that made the whole room shake. The wall cracked under the impact, and the bricks came tumbling down on top of him.
But Thorne didn’t stop there.
A growl rumbled from deep within his chest, and I saw the shift begin–his skin rippling, his bones contorting. Within seconds, he was no longer a man.
He was a massive black wolf.
His fangs gleamed, his yellow eyes glowing with vicious hunger as he bared them at Dorian. I could feel the air grow colder, the tension suffocating.
No…
I knew Dorian could take a few hits from Thorne in human form, but the wolf? No one survived that. Not unless they were crazy enough to face it head–on.
“STOP!” I shouted, my voice breaking.
I lunged forward, hoping to break through the chaos, but Thorne’s wolf tail swept across the room, sending me crashing to the floor. I groaned, struggling to rise, but everything felt heavy.
I watched in horror as the wolf placed its enormous paw on Dorian’s chest, pinning him to the rubble. Its mouth hung open, and I knew–if Dorian didn’t shift, that would be it.
“Dorian!” I cried out. “Shift! Or he’ll kill you!”
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Chapter 160
But Dorian didn’t move.
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Blood coated his body, his hair matted with it. His arm twisted unnaturally, but he didn’t shift. He stayed human, vulnerable,
I didn’t understand. Why wasn’t he shifting? Why was he just lying there, waiting to die?
Then, a horrible thought struck me.
He couldn’t shift.
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I couldn’t believe it at first. He wasn’t a rogue, not like Thorne. He came from the same world we did. He wasn’t our enemy. He was our friend.
“Thome, STOP!” I shouted, desperate. “He’s our friend! He’s here to help us! You can’t kill him!”
Thome froze for a moment, his body tense as if he’d been struck.
Then he growled, his voice icy. “He’s a fucking rogue.”
“No!” I cried, tears stinging my eyes. “Look at him! He can’t shift. Just like me.”
Dorian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. His silence only made my heart break more.
I couldn’t let this happen. Not like this.
“Thorne, listen to me!” I choked out. “You said you wanted peace. You said you wanted to unite the worlds. But if you kill him, how does that help us? He might be the key we need!”
My voice shook with emotion, and I clenched my fists. “If you kill him… I’ll never forgive you. I swear I won’t.”
The wolf’s yellow eyes locked onto me, and I saw something–pain? Regret?
“You won’t forgive me?” Thorne’s voice was low, dangerous.
I nodded, my words sharp. “Yes. And I’ll kill you to avenge him. I’ll make sure of it.”
Thorne’s body flinched, like he’d been physically struck by my words.
The massive wolf shifted again, his form shrinking and warping, until Thorne stood in front of me, his face twisted with rage.
He grabbed me roughly by the collar, pulling me up from the ground. His hands were stained with blood. Dorian’s blood.
“For him?” Thorne snarled. “For a guy you barely know? And you’d threaten me? After everything we’ve been through?”
I met his gaze, my heart pounding. “Yes. Because you’re becoming a monster. You’re letting jealousy turn you into something you’re not. You’re not the man I loved anymore.”
His eyes darkened. The man in front of me wasn’t Thorne. He was something else–something dangerous.
His lips curled into a smile, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that made me feel safe.
“You think I can’t hurt you?” His voice was cold, menacing. “You have no idea what a jealous man is capable of.”
Before I could respond, he dragged me out of the bathroom, his grip tight on my arm.
I tried to keep up with his long strides, but he was moving too fast. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening.
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Chapter 150
“Where are you taking me?” 1 hissed, panic rising in my chest. “What’s going on? And why the hell were you in my room?”
Thomme didn’t answer.
“Silence,” he growled. “You don’t get to question me now.”
We took the elevator up, and when the doors opened, I was hit with a sense of dread. The place was all too familiar.
Thome turned me around, forcing me to face him. “You’re right. I can’t hurt you.” His voice was strained, “Every time you push me, I keep telling myself to do it–show you my rage. But I can’t. It’s pathetic, I know. But it’s the truth.”
His grip tightened on my chin, forcing me to look up. “But someone else can. And I’m handing you to them.”
“No,” I whispered, panic flooding me. “Don’t–”
But before I could beg him to stop, Thorne knocked on a door.
A few seconds later, a voice from behind the door asked, “Who is it?”
I froze.
It was Miela.
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