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Hundred and thirteen: who to believe?

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-17 20:56:41

Fiona's pov

Zeus’s blade still dripped with Wakanda’s blood. The great warrior lay sprawled on the ground, his growls fading into weak gasps. The clearing smelled of fire, blood, and betrayal. I could barely breathe as I clutched Logan against me, his body weak, his hand clutching at my arm like he was holding onto the last thing that tethered him to life.

“Stay with me,” I whispered to him, brushing my hand across his jaw. His lips moved, trying to form my name, but his strength failed him.

Then Zeus stepped closer. His shoulders sagged, his chest heaved, but his eyes—those sharp, restless eyes—never wavered from me. “Fiona,” he said, his voice breaking in a way I hadn’t heard before. “Forgive me. I was greedy. I thought if I bargained with you, I could buy back everything I lost. My pack. My honor. My life.”

My chest tightened. I wanted to scream at him, to curse him for every lie, every rope that had bound my hands, every moment he’d stolen from me. But my throat was raw, my body
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    Logan's pov Amaiya’s voice cut through me sharper than any blade.“You can’t save her, Logan. Not from this. Not from Serenya.”Her words hit harder because she wasn’t screaming. She was calm, steady—like she’d already accepted the outcome. And it burned.“Shut your mouth,” I growled, shadows coiling tighter around my fists. “You don’t get to decide what I can save.”The ground trembled under Serenya’s steps as she moved closer. Her eyes glowed like molten silver, her presence making even the fiercest warriors in my pack scatter like leaves in a storm. Wolves shifted back into human form, their instincts screaming that they were prey in her presence.She stopped in front of Fiona. My mate. My Luna. My reason for surviving every damn war thrown at me.Her lips curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “So this is the daughter of the man who ruined my mother. I can see it. The same fire in her eyes. The same blood in her veins.”Fiona’s voice trembled but didn’t break. “If it’s me

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    Logan's pov The sound of Fiona’s footsteps haunted me long after she vanished up the stairs. I could still hear them, the sharp slap of her bare feet against the wood, the way her breathing quickened when she ran. That silence broke me worse than any war wound ever had.Through the bond, I felt her pain radiating like a wound I couldn’t close. She was sobbing. I knew it. I didn’t need to hear it; it rattled through me, cold and sharp, leaving me restless, leaving me ashamed. My mate, the one I swore to protect was shattering, and I was standing here, paralyzed by the ghost of a past I should have buried long ago.Then Amaiya’s hand wrapped around my arm.She had the audacity to pull me back, like I belonged to her.Rage flared, snapping the chain I’d been holding onto. I shoved her off, harder than I should have. She stumbled, nearly hitting the table, but caught herself with a catlike grace. And instead of fury, her face showed satisfaction.She enjoyed this. She enjoyed seeing me t

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