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Chapter 508
~Zara’s POV~
The woman who ca before , whispering about ancient coven texts, was the one who had defected from the royal coven and founded this dark place of power.
She was the woman who had created Vera, not just biologically but ideologically.
And now she was staring at .
My heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears as Luna Slaton approached. She studied as though she was inspecting a valuable artifact that had finally arrived in her possession.
Then, to my surprise, her lips curved into the faintest smile, although it wasn’t cruel or mocking, but it was filled with that calculating edge.
"You’re beautiful," she said softly. "Just as I expected."
She stepped closer, her gaze piercing through . "And still full of fire... even if we’ve locked most of it away."
Her smile faded. Her voice dropped. "Finally... daughter of Alpha Gold," she said. "I have you."
She circled once, like a predator examining her prey.
"Zia Gold." The na rolled off her tongue with reverence. "Bearer and host of the great witch’s legacy. Descendant of the fire of prophecy of ruin and rebirth."
My stomach turned at the sound of my real na. One that had only been used by those who knew .
Luna Slaton stopped in front of and lifted her hand to touch my chin. My body jerked ever so slightly, resisting on instinct, but she was faster.
"You’ve been carrying sothing that doesn’t belong to you," she said in a low voice like a secret wrapped in threat. "Power passed down by blood... by accident. And now, it’s ti."
Her eyes flashed silver.
"Now, your power shall be mine."
I tried to speak.
To curse her, to scream, to do sothing—but nothing ca out. My lips moved, my chest heaved with frustration, but my voice remained trapped in my throat.
Luna Slaton watched my struggle with amusent dancing in her cold eyes.
Then she flicked her fingers—just a simple, sharp gesture—and suddenly, my voice rushed back like air filling a collapsed lung.
"You’re a monster!" I spat, breathless, fury coating every syllable. "A useless, power-hungry fool! You’ll burn for what you did to my father. My family. Every life you tore apart with your sick hunger for power—you’ll burn for it!"
Luna Slaton’s expression didn’t shift. Her lips curved into a calm, almost regal smile, as if my rage was a child’s tantrum in her eyes.
"And yet," she said dryly, "here you are, power bound, broken, brought to my door... without a single scream or fight."
She stepped closer, her voice softening to a whisper. "If vengeance for your precious Alpha Gold was what you wanted most, little witch, you should’ve stayed ho instead of handing yourself to on a silver plate."
I trembled with anger, my fists clenched at my sides. "How did you do it?" I snickered. "What spell did you cast? How did you take without my consent? I wore the necklace—the protective necklace Snow gave to . That should have blocked any mind control. That should’ve protected !"
Luna Slaton laughed—truly laughed this ti and the sound was like ice cracking underfoot.
"You think a trinket could stop ? Oh, child."
She took a slow step forward, brushing her fingers down my cheek as though I were sothing to be pitied.
"It was your stupidity that brought you here. That necklace protected your mind. But your heart?" She tapped a finger to my chest. "That was wide open, unprotected and so easy to poison."
I recoiled, breath catching as her words sank in. I did not understand what she ant.
I had no anger in for Snow, so how?
"Your acceptance of people beca your doom." She didn’t explain further. She did not need to do anything other than to taunt . Because deep down... I already knew.
Whatever spell she used, it hadn’t targeted my thoughts. It had found its way into the one place I kept soft and exposed—my love.
My love for Snow and used it to force into walking away from the one person I would’ve bled for.
"That wasn’t an answer," I whispered.
She shrugged, already losing interest in . "You’re too dumb to catch on. Next ti, don’t just eat anything."
Then, just as casually, she flicked her fingers again—and the sound was ripped from my mouth once more before I could ask her what she ant by that.
My voice vanished into total cruel silence.
I tried opening my mouth to say sothing, but I said nothing.
My throat scread inside, but no noise followed.
Luna Slaton turned, her robes swirling behind her like smoke. "Vera, ti to go. We have much to do. The preparations for the grandest event of a lifeti begin now."
Vera stepped forward, her expression sharpened with obedience. "Yes, mother."
As they began to walk, Luna paused at the edge of the do’s entryway, her back still to .
"Inform Kent Wayne," she said calmly. "Tell him to contact his father."
Vera tilted her head. "What should be the ssage?"
There was a beat of silence, and then Luna Slaton said coolly, without turning back, "Tell him... the host of the most prized power has been captured."
With that, she stepped inside the do and disappeared into the shadowed halls beyond.
Vera lingered briefly. Her head turned slightly, watching from the corner of her eye, lips twisting into sothing almost too bitter to be called a smile.
"I actually prefer you this way," she said slowly. "Mute. Submissive. Like a weak pet. That’s what you’ll beco... with every passing day, until they take what’s inside you."
She stepped closer, close enough that I could feel her breath on my cheek.
"You may have killed once," she whispered, "but that was before I beca truly untouchable. Here? You’re nothing. A prisoner with fading defiance and no voice. Just a ticking bomb waiting to be emptied."
I stared at her, breathing hard, wishing I could scream. Wishing I could burn her whole damn world to ash.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
And that was the worst part.
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