#Chapter 142: Final Words

Giana lay dying on the same marble floor that had once hosted weddings, visits from royalty, and formal Blood Moon pack ceremonies. Blood pooled under her body, dark and wet against marble. Kane's claws had ripped straight through her chest—clean, efficient, deadly. All that terrifying magic? Gone. What lay here now was just a dying woman, choking on her own spite. The woman who'd terrorized an entire kingdom had been reduced to this. Bleeding out on cold stone. Even dying, she wasn't finished spewing poison. "Think you've won?" Giana wheezed. Barely audible, but Moon Goddess, the venom in those words. Blood bubbled at her lips. "You think that this doesn’t change anything?" Kane's arm pulled me closer, solid and warm. Her spell over him was now shattered beyond repair. The golden thread of our mate bond pulsed with warmth between us—stronger than ever after surviving her magical assault. She'd tried to turn us against each other. All she'd done was prove our bond couldn'