Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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I stayed pressed to the wall after the elders’ voices faded, For a few seconds, I could not even blink. A ritual. Tonight. To break the bond.
My heart kicked so hard I had to put the glass down before it fell. I turned fast and almost crashed into
Marcus.
“Sienna?” he asked, brows pulling together. “Are you okay?”
I looked past him toward the hallway Damien had taken. “I need to find Damien.”
Tara stepped in front of me. Her shoulders were too stiff. “Alpha is in a meeting.”
“I don’t care.” I tried to go around her. “Move.”
Marcus glanced at Tara. “What happened?”
I lowered my voice. “The elders are planning something. I heard them. They’re doing a ritual tonight to break my bond with Damien.”
Marcus’s eyes widened. “What?”
That was when my stomach dropped. My pulse slammed straight into my throat again.
I looked at her. “You knew.”
Tara’s jaw flexed. “You need to return to your room.”
I stepped back, staring at her like she had slapped me. “Are you serious?”
Marcus turned to her. “Tara, what is she talking about?”
Tara ignored him and reached for my arm. I jerked away.
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t put your hands on me.”
Her eyes hardened. “You’re making this worse for yourself.”
A cold laugh left my mouth. “For myself? You people are literally planning some creepy basement ritual and I’m the dramatic one?”
Marcus moved between us. “She needs to speak to the Alpha.”
“No,” Tara said.
Marcus stared at her. “You don’t get to say no.”
Before either of them could move, footsteps sounded. I turned my head, and something rough clamped over my mouth.
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I tried to scream, but the sound got trapped against a palm. An arm locked around my waist and yanked me backward. My heels scraped against the floor as I kicked hard, knocking my shoulder into the wall.
Marcus lunged forward. “Let her go!”
Tara grabbed his arm and held him back. “Stay out of it.”
My eyes burned as I stared at him. Marcus looked horrified. Like he had been loyal, but not powerful enough to stop this.
The man behind me dragged me down the side corridor. I twisted, elbowing him in the ribs. He grunted but did not let go. Another guard appeared at the stairs and opened the hidden door beneath the old storage
room.
My chest tightened. No. Not there.
I bit down hard on the hand over my mouth.
He cursed and pulled his hand away for half a second.
“Damien!” I screamed.
A cloth was shoved over my mouth before I could scream again. The sound came out muffled and useless. They dragged me down the narrow stairs, each step colder than the last. The air changed fast, damp and dusty, sticking to my throat.
When we reached the bottom, I saw the chamber.
Stone walls. Old candles. Strange markings scratched into the floor. Silver dust formed a circle in the middle, glowing faintly like it was alive. The elders stood around it in dark robes, and honestly, Like they had fully lost the plot and decided to become villains overnight.
The guard shoved me into the circle. My bare foot touched the silver dust and heat shot up my leg. I cried out, stumbling back, but another line of silver trapped me.
Marcus was not there. Tara was.
She stood near the stairs, refusing to meet my eyes.
I pulled the cloth from my mouth and pointed at her. “You traitor.”
Tara swallowed but said nothing.
Marcus stepped forward. “This is not betrayal. This is protection.”
I turned to him, “Kidnapping me and dragging me under the packhouse is protection now? Wow. Very normal. Very stable leadership.”
Clara’s mouth tightened. “You speak like a child.”
“And you act like a psycho,” I shot back.
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Victor stepped closer to the circle, holding an old blade that looked like it had been dipped in ash. “We do not want to kill you.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” I snapped, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. “Do you hear yourself?”
Marcus lifted his hand, trying to look calm, but his eyes kept flicking to the ceiling like he was scared Damien would feel this. “We only intend to remove your hold over him.”
I stared at him. “My hold?”
Clara nodded. “Damien was never this reckless before you.”
I laughed, but it cracked halfway. “He loves me. That’s not witchcraft. That’s not poison. That’s his choice.”
Victor placed the blade on a stone table and picked up a bowl of silver dust. “Alpha bonds can be twisted. A human cannot carry Luna power without consequence.”
“I’m pregnant with his child,” I said, my voice breaking despite how I tried to keep it together. “I am not some curse you can scrub off him.”
Clara stepped into place beside the circle. “Then this should simply weaken what should not exist.”
I looked at Tara again. “You’re just going to stand there?”
Her lips parted, but no words came.
I shook my head, eyes stinging. “Damien trusted you.”
That hit her. I saw it in her face, that tiny crack. But she still did nothing.
Marcus began speaking words I did not understand. The markings on the floor darkened. The silver dust shifted closer to my feet, and I jumped back, trapped in the middle like some animal.
“No.” I spun around, searching for any gap. “No, stop this.”
Clara joined the chant. Victor followed. The air pressed against my chest, making it harder to breathe. My skin prickled, and somewhere deep inside me, something pulled tight, like a thread being dragged through my ribs.
I grabbed my chest and gasped. “Stop!”
Marcus’s voice rose. “Hold her still if she crosses the line.”
“I have no hold over him!” I screamed at them. “You hear me? I have no hold over Damien!”
The chamber shook.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
Everyone froze.
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Then Damien’s roar ripped through the packhouse above us so violently the candles flickered out one by one.
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