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Loriah’s POV When I woke up, Draco wasn’t beside me. I sat up with a jolt, my heart racing — until the familiar scent of home made me exhale in relief. I was safe. Faint voices drifted in from the kitchen. I slipped on my silk robe and sandals, then followed the sound. There, around the table, were Sister Nora, Draco… and— “Mrs. Allard?” I blurted. She stood quickly and pulled me into a hug. “Oh, my dear, how are you feeling?” she asked, her voice warm with what sounded like genuine concern. “I’m fine… but why are you here? And where is everyone else?” I glanced around, realizing Brea, Claire, and their men were gone. “Come have some coffee, Lorie,” Draco said, setting a steaming cup on the table. “Everyone else left because you, Sister Nora, Luna Layla, and I have some important things to discuss.” “Of course,” I nodded slowly. “I was supposed to meet with you, Mrs. Allard… but, well — you know what happened.” The four of us sat around the round kitchen table. Luna
Draco’s POV Loriah — my Loriah. I kissed her closed eyes, wondering what I’d ever done to deserve her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me with so much love. A love I wasn’t sure I’d ever be worthy of — not after what I allowed to happen to her. “I could have lost you,” I whispered. Saying it out loud made it more real… and even more terrifying. “All I want right now is to bury myself in you — to know you’re really here with me.” In one swift movement, I pinned her gently to the bed. “I don’t think I’d be able to live without you.” My voice broke as I kissed her hungrily. She pulled back slightly, breathless, and whispered, “Then do.” I stared at her with pure adoration, my chest aching as my gaze lingered on the faint swelling along her cheek. One of those bastards had hit her. Rage simmered beneath my skin, but I forced it down — this wasn’t what she needed now. What she needed was love, safety, and me. “Luckily for you, you don’t have to tell me
Loriah’s POV No matter how much Draco insisted, Tara refused any repayment. “Thank you, Tara. You were an angel sent for me,” I said, smiling softly as I hugged her. “Please — I’m just glad I could help,” she replied, cheerful as ever. She climbed back into her trailer and drove off. Draco helped me into the helicopter while everyone else took their seats. I had handed Tara back her battered coat before she left, and Draco wrapped his wool coat over my shoulders. His eyes flashed with anger when he saw the state of my dress, but he said nothing — probably afraid to upset me further. “I can’t believe she didn’t ask for anything,” I murmured as the helicopter climbed into the sky. “Don’t worry,” Draco said. “Before we even got here, Nicole had looked into everything about her. She lives with her grandmother and works while she studies to support them both.” A small, aching pang of recognition tightened my chest — memories of my own harder days — and Draco must have seen the
Draco’s POV I had just stepped outside Loriah’s door to speak—trying not to worry her about what my private investigator had found. After all, we were already digging into her possible assassination attempt. My blood turned to ice and my stomach dropped when I saw the room. Toiletries were scattered across the floor, upturned furniture or askew, and she was gone. A note on the mirror, probably written ahead of time, read: “We have Elara. Call the police and you’ll regret it. Stand by for my next message.” I tore the place apart, searching for where she’d been taken, until I found a hidden door in the wall. Whoever planned this had planned everything for today. The commotion alerted security — guttural growls mixed with shouts and loud noises— Greg came back as well. The moment he realized what had happened, he swung at me. “I left her with you, and this is how you took care of her?” he yelled. His human strength did nothing, and I did not retaliate. I turned to the head of
Loriah’s POV As soon as the door closes, I start searching for a way to escape. The windows are shut — and even if they weren’t, I couldn’t jump from this height. Maybe if I had my wolf already… I don’t know how long I’ve been missing. Draco and my friends must be worried sick. My heart races, and I feel it pounding in my throat with every passing minute. My gaze drifts back to the door. That man said he knows my family. So I wasn’t abandoned. Maybe I was kidnapped — just like now. I need to get out before he returns… or before the other one does. They both send chills down my spine. One has already made his filthy intentions clear, and the other practically oozes evil. The door creaked open slowly. The creepy guy was back. “Hello again, sweetheart,” he rasped, his distorted voice sending a shiver down my spine. “W…what do you want?” I stammered, stepping back, trying to put distance between us. He advanced, moving like a predator stalking its prey. My eyes darted around
Unknown POV I put on my mask before entering the room. I didn’t have to use a voice distortion artifact—she’s never met me—but the idiot who was in there with her just now had to use both the mask and the device. I turned on the lights. She squinted against the brightness, and when I looked at her, it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me. She was the living, breathing image of Layla at that age. It can’t be. She’s supposed to be dead. My eyes stayed fixed on her terrified face—the resemblance was uncanny. I couldn’t believe Magnus hadn’t realized it yet. Had he grown so used to Layla’s blond hair that he’d forgotten her natural red? The girl whimpered, and that’s when I noticed Marla’s friend standing too close, his hands hovering near her. “Let the girl be,” I snapped. “I brought her, didn’t I? I was promised a little fun,” he growled, irritated. “All in due time. Everything happens on my terms. Now leave us,” I ordered coldly. “So you want to go fi







