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Chapter 88
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2026-10-19 22:12:13
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Damien’s POVThe strategy table in my office was covered in tactical dispatches, transport manifests and Mabel’s handwritten genealogical charts.I set down the secure communicator after finishing my call with Lucas, rubbing a tired hand over my face as I stared at the map of the southern highway. Lucas and Amelia were bringing Josie and her parents home to Silverpine and this time, we were doing things right. We weren’t hiding our nature in the dark or acting like wardens of a secret prison. We were building a transparent, structured support system that should have existed for Amelia’s mother decades ago.The heavy oak door creaked open and my captain of the guard stepped inside, dropping a fresh stack of perimeter reports onto the desk.“The guest quarters in the lower courtyard are prepped and warmed, Alpha,” the captain reported, standing at attention. “Serena checked the supply stores herself to make sure everything matches what Lucas requested for the girl’s transition.”“Good,
Dying Was Easier Than Loving Him Chapter 89
Lucas’ POVI leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, watching my wife navigate the delicate conversation with a steadiness that still managed to catch me off guard.Months ago, I had met a frightened, dying woman in a smoky bar who fought off every attempt to help her with teeth and claws. Now, she sat calmly in a sterile hospital room, leaning over a stranger’s bed with an infinite well of patience, offering the kind of raw, undeniable truth no doctor had ever given me.“I don’t expect you to believe me right away, Josie,” Amelia said, keeping her voice soft as she sat beside the metal railing. “When I started blacking out and my body began burning up from the inside, I thought I was losing my mind.”Josie pulled her thin blanket higher up around her shoulders, her dark eyes darting between Amelia and me. “The doctors told me it was stress. They said my brain was misfiring because I was taking too many advanced classes at college.”“They told me the exact same thing,” Amelia replie
Dying Was Easier Than Loving Him Chapter 88
Amelia’s POVThe sound of my boots clicking against the hardwood floor of the nursery carried a strange, heavy echo as I packed our travel bags.Every single item I folded into the leather rucksack... extra blankets, wool onesies, glass bottles of warm milk... pulled a sharp, uninvited memory straight to the surface. I remembered lying on a cold steel table in Victor’s underground facility, shivering in my own skin while my bones burned with a fever no doctor could diagnose. The parallel pressed against my chest like an iron band. A stranger out there was living through the exact same terror I had survived, terrified of her own changing body and I refused to sit safely behind pack gates while she suffered alone.The door swung open and Lucas stepped into the room, tossing a rolled leather map onto the wooden dresser before turning his dark blue eyes toward me.“You don’t have to come on this trip, Amelia,” Lucas said, his voice dropping into a low, persuasive register as he crossed
Dying Was Easier Than Loving Him Chapter 87
Mabel’s POVThe oil lamp on my desk sputtered, casting a pale, shivering circle of light across stacks of yellowed parchment.I couldn’t shake the warning. The word 'echo' kept turning over in my mind like a jagged stone, refusing to let me sleep. Decades of guilt sat heavy in my bones... years spent keeping secrets for a corrupt council and watching innocent lives get chewed up by a machine of our own making. I couldn’t just brush the risk aside because everyone else wanted a peaceful ending.Pushing away from my desk, I grabbed a heavy iron lantern and walked down into the deepest, coldest corner of the archive vaults.The air down here smelled of damp stone, decaying vellum and old ink. I hauled down the pre-unification census ledgers from the top shelf, dragging a heavy wooden stool with me as I sat to cross-reference the original ritual transcripts against family migration patterns from three centuries ago.Hour after hour ticked by in absolute silence. My eyes burned, aching ag
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Serena’s POVThe autumn air over Silverpine carried the sharp, clean scent of frost and wet pine needles. Weeks had slipped by since the mountain seal closed, settling our pack into a hard-won calm that felt almost miraculous after the endless winters of fear.Walking across the inner courtyard, I adjusted the silver clasp of my Luna cloak and let out a long, relaxed breath. Leadership didn’t feel like a lonely cage anymore. Damien and I had carved out an easy rhythm of shared command, building a system from scratch because neither of us had ever seen a healthy model growing up under the old Alpha’s brutal regime.I found Amelia sitting on the wide sunlit porch of her quarters, rocking baby Clara in her arms while the infant dozed peacefully against her shoulder.“You look entirely too rested,” I teased, stepping up the wooden stairs and dropping onto the bench beside her. “Did Clara actually sleep for more than three hours straight?”“She slept for four hours, which practically feel
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Damien's POVI stood outside cell three, watching my guards drag Ronan’s broken body onto a wooden cot. He was barely breathing, his skin pale and stretched tight over hollow bones, marred by black veins that still pulsed faintly beneath the surface. Exposure to the sealed power had warped him beyond recognition, turning a ruthless warlord into a hollowed-out shell.“The pack elders are demanding a formal accounting, Alpha,” my captain reported, resting his hand over the hilt of his sword. “His crimes span across three packs and twenty years. They want a public judgment.”“He doesn't have the strength to stand before the council,” I noted, crossing my arms as I looked down at the trembling man on the cot.“They insist,” the captain replied firmly. “Silverpine needs a clear record. No shortcuts.”I nodded, feeling the heavy, sober weight of leadership settle over my shoulders. My father would have slit Ronan’s throat in the damp darkness of this cellar years ago and called it strength
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