**/At Pompeii, India/**

Tony had always believed in fate. He had always believed that when the universe chose a path for him, it would be grand, inevitable-his story destined for greatness. But what happened with Gift shattered that belief. It wasn't just the betrayal that cut deep-it was the rejection. Twice. The very mate he had once thought was his salvation, the one his heart beat for, had turned her back on him. First, she had chosen Taylor, and then, to his fury, she was with a *vampire*.

It wasn't just rejection-it was abandonment. And Tony couldn't forgive that.

Anger, an emotion so familiar, burned like a wildfire in his chest. It consumed him entirely, leaving only bitterness in its wake. He had tried to move on, tried to bury his feelings for Gift deep within, but each passing day only stoked the flames. His desire for vengeance grew stronger, a gnawing hunger that refused to be silenced.

The witches-those enigmatic, ancient beings who had long been tied to the shadows-had promised to help him. For a price, of course. The price was never clear, but Tony didn't care. He wanted revenge. He needed it. He could still hear Gift's soft voice in his head, her words of rejection, her coldness as she turned from him. He couldn't let it go.

The witches gathered their ancient power, their cold eyes watching Tony as they spoke the words that sealed his fate. They told him of Gift's tragic downfall-the heartbreak she had suffered when her mate, Taylor, had rejected her. And now, she was with a vampire. The thought alone drove Tony into a frenzy. She didn't deserve this life of pain, this wandering without purpose. She belonged with him, by his side, not with anyone else.

Tony's rage twisted inside him like a jagged blade. He knew what he had to do.

He gathered his forces-the packs loyal to him, the ones who believed in his cause. He summoned them, all of them, to prepare for war. Tony's blood boiled with anticipation as he spoke to his warriors.

"We will take what is ours," Tony growled, his voice dripping with venom. "Gift will be mine. I will make sure of it. We will not stop until every last one of you has tasted the sweet thrill of chaos."

The packs murmured in approval, their bloodlust echoing in the cold, distant corners of the world.

Tony then journeyed to Hazera, a place known only in whispers-the Cave of the Dead. It was said to be cursed, a place where no one dared venture. But Tony had never been one to shy away from danger. In fact, danger was his ally. This cave, hidden along the rugged West coast of India, was a place where the boundaries between life and death blurred, where the spirits of lost warriors roamed in an eternal torment.

But it was here, in this desolate place, that Tony sought his last, desperate hope. He wanted the spirits to help him resurrect *Ghor*-a dark, ancient warrior who had once been feared by all. Ghor was a being of incredible power, someone who could bring an entire kingdom to its knees. If the spirits granted him this one boon, he would be unstoppable.

Tony knelt before the altar in the cave, the air thick with the scent of decay and ancient curses. His voice trembled as he spoke, but his words were firm.

"Help me," he pleaded, his anger rising like a storm. "My mate, my soulmate, has been stolen from me. She was rejected, cast aside. And now she is with another-one who doesn't deserve her. Help me bring chaos to the living. Help me make her mine."

For a moment, there was nothing but silence-deafening and suffocating. Tony's heart pounded in his chest. His breath quickened with desperation.

And then, from the shadows, the spirits answered. They had all known loss. They had all experienced the agony of being torn from the ones they loved. Some had been kings and queens; others had been warriors of renown. But all shared the same fate-they had been betrayed, just as Tony had. The spirits saw themselves in him. They understood his pain.

For the first time, Tony felt something like hope stir within him. The spirits had agreed to help. They gave him what he desired-a legion of 2,000 warriors of chaos, warriors who had known nothing but battle, destruction, and death. They also gave him Ghor, the mighty ancient warrior, who would stand by his side in the coming war.

Tony's heart surged with triumph. His thirst for vengeance was nearly quenched. The gods had granted him the power to destroy those who had wronged him, and he would stop at nothing to bring Gift to her knees.

He would make her his servant. He would break her spirit until she begged for his forgiveness-and then, he would claim her.

As Tony returned to his lavish villa, his mind raced with plans. He was filled with a cruel satisfaction as he thought of the coming war. Gift's rejection had set this in motion. She had chosen to stand with others. She had chosen Taylor. She had chosen a vampire. But now, it was Tony's turn to choose. And he would make her pay for her choices.

The sound of the villa's door creaking open echoed through the empty halls, and Tony stepped inside, his eyes gleaming with malice.

For the first time in months, he was *happy*. This was it. His revenge would be swift, and no one would be able to stop him. His power was unstoppable. He would become the first mate-less villain in history, a force so dark, so ruthless, that even the gods themselves would tremble.

Gift, once so innocent, would learn the true cost of her choices.

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**(A/N: The Cave of the Dead is a fictional place created for this story. The events described are part of the novel's universe.)**

**Backstory of Tony and Gift:**

Tony's story with Gift was one of intensity. From the moment they met, Tony had believed in destiny. He thought their bond was unbreakable. But Gift had turned away from him, choosing Taylor, a mate who was not meant for her. The rejection shattered Tony, but he was not one to show weakness. Instead, he simmered in silence, nursing his pain in the shadows.

Gift, on the other hand, had once been everything to Tony. Her laughter, her gentle nature-it had been a balm to his restless soul. But when she walked away, Tony's view of the world had darkened. He was no longer the same. The fire that had once burned within him had turned into an inferno of rage. He couldn't understand why she had chosen Taylor, why she had chosen someone else. It wasn't fair. He had been loyal to her, and yet she had rejected him.

Now, Gift's choices had cost her. Tony believed that if he could control her, if he could make her suffer just as he had, he would feel whole again. But deep down, a part of him still wondered if he could truly win her back-or if vengeance was all he really wanted.

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