Aurora's heart raced as she stood before the ancient altar, her chosen alphas by her side. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a tangible energy that seemed to reflect the gravity of their impending confrontation with the curse that had been haunting them for so long.

"I never thought we'd make it this far," Damien murmured, his voice a low rumble that was full of determination. His fingers brushed against Aurora's, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. She met his intense gaze, the same eyes that had seen through her defenses from the start.

Ethan's grin was both mischievous and reassuring. "Well, there's no turning back now, is...