Page 107 of The Cursed Wolf King

He had no choice—he set the stage for this challenge and he had to see it through. He shifted back into his wolf.

End this.Eve’s voice pulsed through me.

Grayson’s wolf lunged, his jaws snapping inches from my throat. I twisted, driving him to the ground. Dust rose in a choking cloud around us, mingling with the metallic tinge of blood. His claws raked at my sides, a frantic effort, but my focus didn’t waver.

Not this time.

The pack bond pulsed around me, stronger. Their fear, their hope, their anger—it was all there as if it were from my own pack, surging through my veins like wildfire.

It was Eve, my fated mate, channeling it through me. I didn’t know how, and I didn’t question why. I allowed myself to lean into her presence, letting her drive me forward.

Grayson’s wolf was a massive, dark force of muscle and malice, but I held him down, my claws digging into his shoulders. His growls turned into a snarl, but his eyes showed something I’d never seen in them. Fear.

It was just us now, locked in a battle that would end with only one of us standing.

Grayson came at me, his strength monstrous. I matched him, forced him back down with a snarl that tore throughthe clearing like thunder. His body shuddered beneath mine, his wolf’s breath coming in shallow pants.

I lowered my head until my jaws hovered over his throat. My teeth grazed his fur, pressing hard enough to remind him I could end this, end him, with a single bite.

The world held its breath.

Grayson let out a low whine, his body trembling beneath mine, and I hesitated. This was a fight for more than dominance—it was the end of an era. The end of his rule. The end of everything he’d built on fear and brutality.

Then he snarled, snapping his jaws in my moment of reflection.

There would be no submitting. This was a fight to the death.

In a swift movement, I was around his throat.

He jerked to the side, but I tore my jaws back, the violence of death immediately softening into a silent river of blood that coursed out of him. My breath remained jagged as I waited for an impossible attack, thinking that he might get back to his feet and come at me again. I couldn’t let myself believe that this was it. I had the metallic tang of his blood on my tongue, a concrete sign that I had done what I hadn’t thought possible.

The tension in Grayson’s jaw went slack, following by his limbs, which fell to the side in a heap of bloodied fur.

And it was over.

Vibrations hummed through the pack, no one daring to move or make a sound.It’s over, Eve breathed into me, and I stood, shifting back into my human form.

The crowd of Heraclids watched and waited, their sentiment washing over me as they united in a single thought.

It’s over.

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EVE

The clearing was unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that vibrated with its own energy.

Grayson was dead.

Logan stood in the center, his human form towering and proud despite the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. Around us, Heraclid wolves lingered, the pack bond alight with tangled emotions that pressed against the edges of my mind.

Logan’s chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but his eyes—those piercing, turbulent eyes—were locked on me. Vulnerable and unguarded, sending a tremor through my entire body, they revealed something visceral and endless. Yet even in his vulnerability, I saw his strength.

His victory.

My wolf’s energy sparked inside me like a star flaring to life. I didn’t think—I couldn’t—but my body knew what to do. My feet carried me forward, faster and faster until I was running. The only thing that mattered was him.

“Logan,” I breathed as I threw myself into his arms. His hands were rough but eager as they wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. The moment our bodies met, the bond between us filled the air around us.

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