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Mona's POV: His hand was still wrapped around my neck, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin as he stared down at me, neither of our eyes leaving each other. "So do I.." My voice was barely a whisper, as I kept his gaze. And then, he lowered his head to where I'd been sitting, pressing his forehead on mine, our noses touching each other's as he did, his breath hard on my skin, our lips barely apart. "I've yearned for this moment, Mona.." He breathed hard. "..since the night you arrived." "So have I.." I whispered back, my eyes closing as I inhaled his scent. Fuck. It was like a dream come true. To have Sebastian this close again, to have him want me. To have him yearn for me. I knew this would hurt Kade when he found out, but I had no choice. I had to be selfish tonight. I had to put me first. Slowly, Sebastian led me down on the bed with his forehead, our foreheads still merged together, his huge arms trapping me within his space as his hands were now pl

Mona's POV: "Did you sleep with my son, Mona?" The question hung in the air between us as we stared at each other for a long moment, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "Why do you care?" The words came out before I could stop them, coming out as a whisper breaking the silence between us. "You said you didn't want me. You made it perfectly clear. So why does it suddenly matter to you who I'm with, Sebastian? Hm?" "You haven't answered my question, Mona." His eyes narrowed, his voice thick with command. "Because you don't deserve an answer." I shot back, my tone still low. "DAMN HIM!” He suddenly roared in anger, throwing the chair that was beside him so hard that it shattered against the wall. I slowly stepped back from him the moment he yelled. A mixture of fear and confusion building within me. "You're so pathetic." I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief as I stepped back. "You think everything is so fucking simple, Mona!" He yelled. "And it's not! It's

Mona's POV: The infirmary fell into an uneasy silence after the witch hunter's question. "And you." His gaze met mine, his voice loud, getting the attention of everyone in the room as he shot at me. "Who might you be?" I felt everyone's eyes on me. Sebastian. Kade. Ulric. The pack doctor. Even the assistant. "I—" I swallowed hard. "I.. I'm M—" "She's my niece's friend." Sebastian cut in before I could even finish, his gaze fixed on me as he spoke. "A friend to the bride. She's here for the wedding." "A friend to the bride, you say?" The witch hunter's eyes narrowed. "Y-Yes." I instantly tried to defend myself. "I'm a friend to the bride." "And Alpha," The witch hunter slowly turned from me to Sebastian, then back to me again as he slowly shook his head, like his questions were heading somewhere. "Is this 'friend of the bride' from the Nightfang pack, if I may ask?" Sebastian held my gaze for a long moment after the question. It seemed like he was pondering on what

Mona's POV: My blood turned to ice the moment the door swung open. Sebastian stood in the doorway. Behind him, Kade and Elder Ulric. And beside them, a man I didn't recognize—tall, lean, dressed in dark robes, with eyes that seemed to see straight through me. I was expecting anybody but them. Anyone. The last people I expected to see were standing right in front of me. I could see the shock on their faces as they stared at me, my gaze equally fixed on them. I swallowed. Hard. "Mona?" Sebastian's voice was sharp, confused. "Mona?" Kade echoed, stepping forward. They happened to say my name at the same time. And the moment they realized it, they looked at each other—a brief, charged glance—before turning back to me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My heart was pounding so loud I was scared everyone in the room could hear it. "What are you.." Kade was already stepping forward. "What are you doing here, Mona?" I opened my mouth, closed it. Opened it agai

Barely an hour before the mysterious healing at the infirmary happened.. Sebastian's POV: "And has he met with my father yet?" Kade asked Ulric as he informed him about the witch hunter's request. "Not yet." Ulric nodded. "Your father wanted the both of you to meet with him at the same time. He's waiting for you both in the throne room." "It worked, Father." Kade turned to me, his face lighting up the moment Ulric informed him about the witch hunter's arrival. "My plan worked. The witch hunter is willing to help us." "Hm." I mumbled, my gaze still lingering on the chocolate stain at his collar. "For your sake, I hope he is indeed willing." "And what's that supposed to mean?" Kade let out a confused laugh as his brows furrowed. "I thought you'd be elated that the mission was successful." "Elated indeed." My tone was clearly unimpressed as I fisted my arms, my eyes narrowing on him. It was only by the grace of the goddess that I didn't run my fist into his jaw. How da

Mona's POV: I couldn't stop thinking about what Kade had told me. The water supply. The poison. The head guard who'd been stabbed last night—and conveniently, the night I had seen Keisha's fiancé with a bloodied dagger. My mind was spiraling at the thought that Keisha's fiancé could be involved in the attacks they'd been complaining of. But I couldn't just tell anyone I was thinking that. I needed to have enough proof than just that one event. So I waited for the sun to set before going ahead with my plan. If I could at least get the head guard to describe the person who'd stabbed him—the colour of the robe he'd worn and other questions I considered relevant—I could connect the dots and be completely sure. And hopefully, completely wrong about Damian being involved. I stayed restless, pacing back and forth in my room, keeping an eye through the window as I watched the sun, till I was sure everyone would be at dinner before going to the infirmary. And after hours of w

Lyra povI wished I had stayed.Moon goddess, if I had known this was how it would end up, I never would’ve stepped out of that car. Never would’ve let Vincenzo’s cold hands replace Marcello’s fire. Never would’ve believed him when he said I was safer with him.“Why are you doing this to me, Vincenzo?” My voice was shaking, raw like something had clawed its way out of my throat. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them. What was the point?He didn’t answer.Didn’t even look at me.Just sat on the edge of that ratty mattress with a cigarette balanced between his fingers like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He brought it to his lips slowly, took a long drag, and exhaled as if I hadn’t spoken at all. The smoke curled into the air between us, a ghost of silence.“Vincenzo.” I stepped closer. My bare feet scraped against the dusty wooden floor. My voice cracked. “Talk to me.”He turned his head halfway. Not all the way. Never all the way.“Shut up, Lyra,” he muttered, the w

Marcello povI just don’t need anyone’s permission to confront Vincenzo. The thought of him with my woman for days gnaws at me like a relentless itch that I can't scratch. What stings even more is that nobody seems to acknowledge this – not even my godfather, who usually has a finger on every pulse in our circle.I sat in my worn leather chair, the surface cool against my skin, twirling a pen between my fingers as I flipped through a pile of reports and memos. The words blurred together in a haze of frustration; my focus was lost, consumed by the infuriating image of Vincenzo laughing and whispering sweet nothings in the ear of the woman I love. It had been days now, and the silence surrounding this betrayal was deafening, amplifying my anger.With a sudden burst of irritation, I tossed the papers aside, the scattering sheets creating a chaotic scene that mirrored my tumultuous thoughts. The shuffling echoed in the quiet room, a sound that felt as heavy as the weight on my chest. My g

As the music swelled and laughter filled the hall, my throat tightened. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel him.His presence was like a fire beneath my skin, drawing me in, pulling me toward him even when I knew I shouldn’t look.But I did.I risked a glance, just one.And I caught him watching me.Across the glittering room, past the nobles and silks and chandeliers — his gaze was locked on me.Not Valerie.Not the noble alphas or their perfect mates.Me.It was brief. A flicker. A ghost of something unreadable in his eyes.Then it was gone. He turned away as if it had never happened.As if I didn’t exist.Still, my pulse thundered in my ears. My grip on the tray tightened until my knuckles ached."Stop staring," I muttered to myself. "He doesn’t care. He’ll never care."But part of me whispered what if?What if that flicker meant something?What if he saw me — truly saw me — for just a second?A crash jerked me out of my thoughts. A noble had bumped into a servant, sending wine c

Claire povI watched the unfolding romance between Vincenzo and his visitor, Lyra. There was something undeniably magnetic about their connection; Vincenzo had this way of drawing her into a conversation that made it impossible for her to resist. He never allowed a moment of silence to linger between them, always eager to reassure her and pull her closer into his world.As I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes pressed against the peephole, I could feel the electric atmosphere of their exchange: laughter mingling with soft whispers, the warm glow of the dim light casting shadows around them. Suddenly, I felt a gentle but unexpected touch on my arm. My heart raced, and I froze in place, the urgency of not wanting my brother to notice sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as I carefully turned my head to see who had approached me.It was Cassandra. Her presence was both alarming and oddly comforting. I could see her striking green eyes glimm

Vincenzo povI couldn't help but grin as Lyra's hips swayed to the music, her waist twerking seductively on my laps. The confidence she'd gained since being with me was intoxicating, and I was drunk on the sight of her. My hands wandered, tracing the curves of her body as she moved, sending shivers down her spine.As she spun around, her sparkling eyes locked onto mine, a playful glimmer dancing within them as she raised an eyebrow in curious inquiry. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice husky and throaty, barely rising above the throbbing beats of the music that enveloped us like a warm, intoxicating embrace.I couldn't help but chuckle, fully aware of the subject of her intrigue. "Marcello," I replied, my voice low and smooth, each syllable dripping with a calm confidence.Lyra's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity morphing into a hint of panic. She attempted to scramble off my lap with a flurry of limbs, but I quickly pulled her back, wrapping my arms around her waist with a ge

Marcello pov"Rebekah!!" I bellowed her name again, the sound ricocheting off the plastered walls and mingling with the cacophony of laughter and music in the air. Frantically, I swept my gaze across the crowded room, a sea of unfamiliar faces blending into a blur as I searched for that one familiar figure. With each passing moment, the rising tide of panic washed over me, my heart pounding like a frantic jackrabbit trapped in a snare. I cried out for her once more, my voice laced with urgency. "Rebekah!!"Driven by a force beyond my control, my feet propelled me forward, weaving in and out of clusters of partygoers lost in their own revelry. The pulsing rhythm of the bass thumped heavily in my chest, and the idle chatter around me faded into a dull, disorienting hum. Desperation clawed at my insides, tightening its grip with every heartbeat. Where was she? Why wasn't she responding to my calls?I navigated through the throng, feeling the warmth of bodies brushing against mine, the sc

Aria’s POV A dull, white light seeped beneath my eyelids as I began to regain consciousness. The first thing that hit me was the smell of antiseptic. Then, a deep, throbbing ache in my chest. Finally, the blurry sight of a white ceiling swimming into focus above me. I was lying down. But where? The memory of what had happened immediately hit me—the gunshot, the searing pain, the world fading to black. *Oh, God. Was I dead?* Panic surged, and I immediately tried to push myself upright. But the moment I tried, a wave of blinding pain and nausea instantly forced me back down onto the stiff mattress with a low groan. My body felt like one giant bruise. I lifted one hand and that was when I saw the thin tube taped to the back of my palm, following it up to the IV bag hanging from a metal stand. The label was a blur of long, unpronounceable words my foggy brain couldn't decipher. A hospital. I was in a hospital. But I was alone. Where was Kade? Wolfe? My father? Ivy?

Kade’s POV: “ARIAAA!” The scream tore from my throat a half-second after the gunshot. Time fractured. One moment she was a blur of motion, the next, she was falling. A strength I didn’t know I had erupted in me. I wrenched free from the guards' grasp, everything narrowing to the space between her and the ground. I caught her just before she hit, her body a dead weight in my arms. Her eyes were open, but I could tell she was barely a moment away from her vision completely fading away. “Aria?” I choked out, my voice cracking as I cradled her. “Aria, please. Look at me. Stay with me.” I could feel the life seeping out of her, a terrifying warmth spreading across her chest and soaking into my shirt. My vision blurred with tears of pure panic. I looked up, my gaze finding Wolfe. “You killed her!” I roared, my voice raw and broken. “You fucking killed her!” Wolfe stood frozen, a statue of shock. The gun clattered to the pavement, the sound unnaturally loud in the sudden

Aria’s POV: “You’re a delusional bastard if you think there’s a future for you with my daughter!” My father roared, struggling against the guards who held him back. “Wolfe, I—” The words died in my throat. I had nothing. “I wasn’t trying to escape.” His eyes narrowed, a predator seeing through a flimsy lie. “Then explain the bedsheet hanging from the window.” “I… I was only trying to help,” I stammered, my voice trembling and betraying me completely. He closed the final distance between us. His hand rose, and his fingers stroked my cheek with a terrifying gentleness. “Get your hands off her!” my father bellowed from behind us. But I was trapped in the stillness of Wolfe’s touch. My body shook, each breath a shallow, hitched gasp. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb tracing a path down my tear-streaked face. “I-I don’t,” I sobbed, the contradiction evident in my trembling. “I just want…” I couldn’t finish. The fear was a physical weight, c

Aria’s POV I had been restless. Restless ever since Wolfe locked me in this..room. Could I even call it a room or a prison? I’d choose the latter cause honestly, that’s what it felt like. I had paced the luxurious rug so much until my feet started aching, collapsed onto the bed until anxiety forced me upright, crying until I was hollow—it was a vicious, exhausting cycle. My mind was a frantic, blank place. I was coming up with nothing. No brilliant plans, no strategies. Just nothing. Nothing clicked. Hope was beginning to feel like a luxury I couldn't afford. It began to seem like I’d never actually get out of here. I began to question myself wondering if I should have just accepted my fate. I finally slid down the side of the bed, sitting on the cold floor. I folded my arms into a makeshift pillow on my knees and let my head drop, the weight of it all crushing me. I had to find a way out, there had to be. And i had to do it before Wolfe returned. Worst part of it

Kade’s POV: We got out of the building just in time to see Lancaster’s men shove a terrified Lucas into the back of their black sedan. Lancaster himself paused, his gaze locking with ours from across the parking lot. It was a cold, warning stare that promised consequences, before he slid into his car, reversed, and sped off. We scrambled into our own vehicle. I twisted the key, the engine snarling to life, and pulled out, as I tried to catch up with him keeping a close distance behind their convoy. ****** About thirty minutes later, Lancaster’s brake lights glowed as his car began to slow, then turned onto a derelict street on the outskirts of Bellmere. We followed, pulling to a stop behind them. We had arrived. In front of us stood a seemingly abandoned bookshop, its windows boarded up and its signboard barely even hanging, almost like it was about to fall. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Ivy’s voice was skeptical from the back seat. “My thoughts exactly,”

Kade’s POV: What the hell was he doing here? *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.* The slow, mocking applause echoed in the small room. Lancaster stepped inside, his eyes scanning the scene as Keisha struggled to her feet, blood trickling from her nose. “I see you beat us to it,” Lancaster said, a predatory smile playing on his lips as the clapping ceased. “W-what’s going on?” Lucas stammered from behind me. Lancaster’s gaze never left me as he closed the distance. “We never got a proper introduction, did we?” He extended his hand, the gesture dripping with condescension. “I’m Mr. Lancaster. CEO of WLC Real Estate. But you’ll know me better as Aria’s father.” “I know who you are,” I replied, my voice flat and cold as I ignored his hand. “Good.” His smile widened as he tilted his head toward Lucas. “Then I’m sure you know why I’m here.” My mind raced, trying to piece together how he had possible found us. Before I could form a response, he gave a sharp nod to his men. “Get the