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2025-08-15 08:10:00Lisa's POV
I was curled up on my bed, one leg tucked under me, absentmindedly running my fingers along the seams of my pillow when a knock came at my door.Before I could answer, Calla popped her head in, grinning like she’d just won a lottery.“Guess what I brought,” she said in that singsong tone she used whenever she wanted to bribe me into doing something.I sat up. “If it’s anything green and pretending to be healthy, take it back.”She stepped inside, holding up a tray with chips and a bottle of juice. “Do I look like I’m trying to torture you? It’s the salted kind you like.”I reached over quickly, grabbing the chips before she could change her mind. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You may enter.”She laughed, closing the door behind her and settling onto the chair by my desk. I popped a chip into my mouth, savoring the salty crunch, but the way she kept shifting in her seat didn’t escape me.I narrowed my
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Bitten, Branded And Bare 193
Third person POV The air split with the sound of war drums no one had struck, the rhythm born instead from the pounding of paws against earth, the ragged breaths of warriors, and the bloodthirsty growls echoing through the night. The moon hung high, silver and merciless, bathing the battlefield in its cold light. Shadows twisted and writhed, alive with movement as the rogues swarmed across the broken bridge, spilling like a flood into enemy territory.Enzo stood at the forefront, shoulders heaving, his jaw clenched as he surveyed the chaos spilling into his land. The betrayal of moments earlier still lingered like acid on his tongue, Lisa’s handprint stinging his cheek, but there was no time to dwell. His pack was under attack, and he was Alpha — he was their shield and their sword. His rage could wait; bloodshed could not.Beside him, Atlas’s eyes gleamed with the barely restrained hunger for violence, his muscles coiled like a predator waiting to strike
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Enzo's POVI stood in the middle of Lisa’s room, my hands fisted at my sides, the scattered letters between us like venom seeping through the air. I could hardly breathe, the fury in my chest burning hotter with each second I stared at her tear-stained face.She kept shaking her head, clutching one of the letters, insisting over and over, “I didn’t write him, I didn’t reply, I swear to you!”But my eyes saw nothing except the damning evidence. The boxes, the seals, the way Bryan’s handwriting knew too much about our world, our defenses, our people.And for the first time since she’d come into this house, I felt something shatter inside me.I stepped toward her, each move heavy as stone. Her eyes lifted to me, wide, desperate, pleading for me to believe her. And all I could think about was the last five years—her pain, our lies, the way we all played her, broke her, discarded her.My hand shot out and gripped her shoulders hard en
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Kael's POVI’d been walking the east wing, checking the routines like I always did. Guards posted at the gates, shifts rotated clean, and not a trace of laxity—at least that was what I hoped. My patrols weren’t just about keeping order; they were about reminding every man here that I had eyes everywhere. I had to. That was my duty as Gamma, and even more as a father.It was then that one of the younger guards jogged up to me, slightly out of breath. His hands clutched a box—plain, small, but sealed too tightly for my liking.“Gamma Kael,” he bowed quickly, sweat beading his brow, “this came in. No address, no sender’s name either. Just… left at the gate.”I frowned, narrowing my eyes at the package. No mark, no seal, no name. That was already a red flag.“And you brought it straight to me?” I asked, voice even but clipped.“Yes, Gamma. I didn’t trust it with anyone else.”I took the box from him, weighing it in my hand.
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Irene's POV I lounged in front of my mirror, my head tilted slightly as I admired the way the crown perched above my dark curls. It wasn’t a real crown, of course—it was a gaudy little thing, gold-painted and studded with cheap crystals. Still, in the right light, with the right tilt of my head, I could almost see myself as the queen I had always thought I should be.“Fix the train,” I said sharply, waving a hand at my gown’s hem where the silk pooled unevenly.“Yes, Luna,” my maid stammered, her fingers fumbling to adjust the heavy fabric. She looked exhausted, her hands trembling slightly as she gathered the folds, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t my concern whether her arms ached or her knees hurt from kneeling.“Slower,” I hissed. “You’re wrinkling it. Do you know how long it takes for silk to lose a crease? Of course you don’t. You’ve never worn anything worth more than the dirt under your nails.”Her lips pressed together tightly, but
Bitten, Branded And Bare 189
Bryan's POVThe chamber reeked of sweat, incense, and unease. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands gripping the carved arms of my chair as the voices of the council droned on and on. Their words blended together at times—fear, desperation, complaints—all tied to the one thing suffocating this pack more ruthlessly than any enemy blade: the plague.For weeks now, it had crawled through our borders, tearing down soldiers like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat before a scythe. Men, strong and loyal, had been reduced to groaning shells in the infirmary. Women wailed in the nights, children cried for fathers who would not rise again. It was bleeding us from the inside out, and these cowards around me thought talking in circles would mend it.“Alpha Bryan,” Councilor Darek’s voice pierced through my thoughts, sharp and grating, “we cannot contain this on our own. Our healers are failing, herbs are scarce, and every method we’ve tried has co
Bitten, Branded And Bare 188
Alpha Enzo's POVI sat in my study, the weight of silence pressing heavily around me. The fire in the hearth crackled, but it did little to warm me. My mind was restless, spinning through the endless maze of responsibilities, threats, and dangers that seemed to tighten around this pack with each passing day. I had been staring at the same map of our borders for nearly an hour, my thoughts circling the same dark corners: protection, defense, survival.The knock on the door came sharp and urgent.“Enter,” I said, my voice low but firm.The door opened, and Ash stepped inside, his expression tight. I could tell before he spoke that he wasn’t bringing me anything good. Ash rarely came into my study unless it was necessary, and tonight he looked like a man who would rather be anywhere else.“Alpha,” he said with a bow of his head.“What is it?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, though the tension in my muscles betrayed my calm facade
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