Epilogue
Oh, you thought the story ended in ashes?
How sweet.
She took everything from me. My power. My choices. My omega-ness… like it belonged to her.
And for a while… I let her.
That was her first mistake.
The second?
Believing I would stay broken.
Magic remembers what it’s owed. So do I.
In the epilogue, there are no more chains. No more running. No more pretending I don’t want to watch her fall apart piece by piece.
Revenge is no longer rage.
It’s control. It’s patience. It’s knowing exactly where to press until she begs for mercy she will never receive.
She made me into something dangerous.
Now she gets to meet it.
And this time, I am the one holding the spell.
If you’re ready to see how far I’m willing to go, don’t look away now.
Claim the epilogue. Step back into the magic. Let me show you what revenge truly costs.