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Amaya POVMy legs gave out, but Asher caught me again, easing me down until I was sitting against a rock. I clutched my stomach tighter as the pain from the stab resurfaced.“Are you okay?” Asher asked. When I looked up at him with a glare, he sucked in his lips and muttered, “Of course you’re not—you just got stabbed.”Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.The white wolf must die.Another shiver ran down my spine as I recalled their hollow eyes and hateful words.“They really think I’m the villain,” I whispered, mostly to myself. But Asher, who had been pacing back and forth, froze and slowly turned to face me like he wasn’t sure if he should say something or just shut up and sit down.His eyes darted around before he finally walked over and crouched down in front of me.“They’re just kids,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re scared and brainwashed. They don’t know what they’re saying.”I didn’t respond.He sat down beside me, no

Amaya POVI thought it would be difficult, but I guess the perfume played a big role. Walking down the hallway, many guards glanced in my direction, but they all had the same expression—wrinkling their noses.And even when one tried approaching, I simply raised my hand before he could get closer, dismissing him instantly. Kara had a bossy, bratty reputation, so this was easy.Asher led me to where he claimed the kids were being held captive. By now, we had passed over twenty guards and turned more corners than I could keep up with.The moment I stepped inside, my fists clenched. It felt like a prison—but for children. I glanced around as I slowly approached. There were still other guards inside, watching the kids, but what pissed me off was the condition these kids were living in.When I walked past a cell, they shuddered back in fear, probably mistaking me for Kara.My fists clenched tighter when I saw a girl who looked around eight, holding a boy who couldn’t be older than five. She

Amaya POV“Aughhh!” I yelled, thrashing violently. The more he tried to hold me down, the more I struggled.“What’s going on!” Two guards rushed in, seeing the scene.“I don’t… she just started… acting all crazy,” the boy whose name I still hadn’t learned said. He was actually better at acting than I imagined.The two men shoved him away and held me down, and though they succeeded, it didn’t stop me from screaming.Soon, the sound of heels echoed down the hall. “What the hell is all this racket about?” Kara’s voice rang out as she strode into the room.The two guards stepped back, allowing her to assess the situation while I continued screaming, acting like I was mad.Kara snapped her finger. “Asher…” she called, and the boy slowly stepped forward. “What is this?” she demanded, pointing at me.“I… I think it’s the silver,” Asher muttered, his eyes darting from me to the guards. “She… she might be reacting to it.”Those words caught the guards off guard and one of them muttered, “… but

Amaya POVAlpha Kieran.A name whispered like a curse among rogues. He was powerful, ruthless, and once upon a time, respected.He was a rogue leader like no other. One who carved his power out of chaos and stitched together an empire from scraps. But even with all that, he had rules. Boundaries.That all changed after a war.No one knew what happened on the battlefield, but the Kieran who returned wasn’t the same. He came back… sick. Strangely, the next morning he ordered an attack—not against a rival pack, but his own people.Entire rogue settlements burned overnight.Children were ripped from their mothers’ hands screaming. Families torn apart like paper. Blood soaked the ground, and no one dared ask why. Kieran’s silence was more terrifying than his rage.And behind it all, his obsession with the White Wolf grew. I had been the target since my father’s death, but back then it was more subtle.But capturing me wasn’t enough. He wanted to extract my powers. And to do that, a ritual

Amaya’s POV It’s been four days since I’d been held captive. I hadn’t seen Kara since then, which was a little disappointing because I’d only been able to gather small pieces of information. The only person who ever visited was the young man—or should I say boy—who brought my meals every day. Every time he came in, he’d remove just one chain from my hand, place the food carefully in front of me, then watch from a distance as I ate. At first, I didn’t trust him. I thought maybe the food was poisoned, but remembering the blue-eyed man’s words about how they couldn’t harm me… it couldn’t possibly be. So I ate. And, as suspected, nothing happened. The boy who was sent to watch me never really spoke. In fact, the only time I ever heard his voice was when he muttered a single word. “Eat.” That was it. He didn’t even look at me when he said it—like he either didn’t want to or wasn’t allowed to. But I saw him. The way his fingers trembled when he unlocked the chains. The way

Dante POVI had just returned from another long, useless search for Amaya. It was late, almost past midnight, and I was dead on my feet.Not that it mattered. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. I’d become increasingly restless ever since Alpha Becket pulled me aside.He had also warned me to keep the truth from everyone — even Cyrus. According to him, the fewer people who knew, the safer it would be.Who would’ve thought the once delicate, childlike woman who stole my heart would turn out to be the last white wolf?I was so lost in thought that when I turned a corner, I slammed right into someone. I growled under my breath, massaging my temples.“I’m—” The apology died in my throat when I looked up.The man I’d bumped into was standing still, stiff, glaring at me. It made my instincts prickle.“I’m sorry for bumping into you,” I said, thinking maybe that was the reason for his attitude.Lately, I’d been apologizing more than usual. Normally, I would’ve just pushed past without

Liam pov. She was trying so damn hard that I had to stop myself from smiling. Wanting to see how far she would go. I won’t lie, every movement she made made my chest tighten. And yet, I couldn’t help but think how cute it was that she was working so hard for my attention. I wasn’t complaining… hell, not one bit… but it was clear she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. I could feel my cock getting harder with every inch she moved closer. The way her fingers brushed my skin and the way her lips parted. Fuck, she was testing me, and I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or lose it. She thought she could make me lose control with a few sweet little moves? Cute. It was cute. But she had no idea how much I’d been holding back for months. Still, I decided to play along, but the second her lips touched mine… everything snapped. I didn’t give a damn about holding back anymore. She pulled back with a smug smile. “You wish. I…” I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her and crushed m

Tessa/Emma pov Earlier that day… The woman in the video had said I should wear a red lingerie set. Holding my phone in one hand, I walked over to my closet, skimming through my clothes, but none of them were sexy enough—nothing like what the woman in the video had suggested. “What to do… what to do?” I muttered, pacing back and forth. I couldn’t ask Mrs. Keller or any of the other maids to help me with this; that would be way too awkward. And I certainly couldn’t leave the mansion without Liam knowing—no, that would ruin the surprise. I sighed in frustration and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Then, with a shrug, I clicked on a website and found an online store that sold lingerie. Maybe this would work after all. After scrolling for about 10 minutes, I finally found the perfect set. Liam had given me a personal black card, which I eagerly used to place the order. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it would do. Once I was done, I went downstairs to star

Tessa/Emma POVFor over a week after that incident with the strange man, I started having weird dreams. But whenever I woke up, it was impossible to piece them together. It was like knowing you forgot something but not what it was. The feeling stayed, but the dream itself was just… gone.Thank God for Liam. He had been patient with me, always by my side, reassuring me that everything was okay. With his help, I finally got better and returned to my old self.But then something happened at work, and Liam had to return, leaving me alone in the big mansion. Well, not completely alone—Mrs. Keller was still around. Lila also had an art class that Wednesday, so the house felt quieter than usual. And honestly? It was so boring.I lay on the couch, lazily scrolling through social media when a cooking video caught my attention. The dish looked amazing, but what really made me pause was the name.Chicken Marsala.It was Liam’s favorite dish.I remembered him mentioning how much he liked it once,

Liam’s POV“When you left… the man I bumped into at the gala… he came into my room,” she finally managed to say.I was furious, but I kept my anger in check and nodded for her to continue.“He wouldn’t stop calling me Tessa…” She said that name with bitterness, and I found myself swallowing hard. “He said I was using you to get back at him… and… and…”“And what?”She closed her eyes as if summoning the courage to go on. “He… he touched me,” she said, and a sad sigh escaped her lips.“He touched you?” I snarled through clenched teeth, and she flinched again.Fuck.“No! No…” she rushed to say, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. “Not like that. He just… held me. His hands were on my shoulders, and he… he kissed my neck.” Her voice cracked, and she looked away. “But even then… it felt…” She stopped, a small sob slipping out as the tears finally began to fall. “It felt disgusting.”I gently brushed her arm as she sobbed, trying to calm the raging storm inside me.She pulled h

Liam POV I spent the entire night completely restless. Turning and tossing as if my body couldn’t find peace. Sleep teased me, leaving me staring at the ceiling for hours. By the time the faint rays of sunlight flickered into the room, I gave up entirely. Sighing heavily, I got out of bed and took a quick shower to help me mask how jagged I looked but that did little to nothing. Staring at my reflection, I had now gathered dark circles under my eyes. When I finally made my way downstairs for breakfast, Mrs Keller greeted me with news I didn’t want to hear. “She hasn’t come down yet,” she said cautiously, her eyes studying me as if searching for answers. Immediately, I lost my appetite. The thought of food turned my stomach. Mrs. Keller continued to be persistent,she followed me as I sat on a table. “Liam,” she said softly, “what really happened last night?” I rubbed a hand over my face, the guilt pressing down like a weight I couldn’t lift. “I messed up,” I muttered.

Liam's POV I messed up! My fists clenched as I shut the door behind me. Standing in front of it, I tried to calm myself, but the image of her terrified face kept replaying in my head. F**k! I messed up so bad. How could I let myself snap like that? Out of the corner of my eye, I felt someone watching me, but when I turned, no one was there. My jaw clenched in frustration. Pushing through the crowd, I ignored everyone who called my name as I hurried outside towards where my car was parked. But when I got there, my driver was nowhere to be found. I would’ve left without him, but he had the keys, which only made me more furious. I dialed his number multiple times, but it kept ringing without an answer. Gritting my teeth, I groaned and punched the air in frustration. On the fourth ring, he finally picked up. “Where the f**k are you?” I sneered, my voice dripping with anger. “I’m sorry, boss. I just stepped out to get something to eat and—” “Get your ass here in t