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Marcus stepped into the mansion, the cool marble beneath his feet muffling each stride like a secret. The scent of polished wood and old books clung to the air, the faint echo of distant footsteps lost in the high ceilings. He didn’t need to search long to find his mother. Maltida was in the relaxation area, sitting perfectly straight in a velvet armchair, her long fingers tracing the rim of a glass she hadn’t yet touched. The light from the chandelier cast shadows across her face, making her look both regal and tired at once. He walked toward her, loosening his tie, his eyes moving slowly across the room, taking in the stillness. “Mom,” he said, his voice steady but with a thread of worry woven through it. “Is Arraya home?” Maltida looked up at him, her eyes unreadable, yet there was a flicker of something beneath the surface—weariness, maybe, or a heaviness she couldn’t shake. “She went out with the guards,” she said softly, her tone quiet but clipped. Marcus tilted his head slig
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Fenrik burst into the mansion, muscles still tense, every step echoing through the marble halls. The instant he crossed the threshold, he saw Rhunar, Linda, and Ryan moving toward the front door. Ryan froze, turning toward him, eyes wide. “Boss… did you find anything about Agatha?” Ryan asked, voice tight with hope and worry. Fenrik’s jaw tightened. “Marcus doesn’t have her,” he said, letting the words settle like stones between them. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening. The tension radiating off him was almost palpable. Rhunar stopped mid-step, concern etched deep into his face. “What happened to you?” he asked, taking a careful step closer. “You look like you battled a lion or something.” Fenrik’s lips pressed into a hard line. “Because I battled an Alpha,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. The memory of the fight pulsed through him—red eyes, crushing blows, the raw power of Marcus’s presence pressing against him even now. Lya, lounging lazily on the couch, li
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“I don’t want to fight you,” Marcus said, voice low but firm, eyes fixed on Fenrik. “What I want to fight is the other one.”Fenrik was barely conscious, limbs trembling as he struggled to rise from the floor of the cage. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging them. He blinked, trying to steady himself, forcing the world to stop spinning.Marcus’s red-tinged eyes followed him like a shadow. The Alpha’s posture was calm, composed, like a storm that could erupt at any second. Fenrik clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms flexing involuntarily. Pain shot through his jaw and ribs, but he ignored it, gritting his teeth.“You won’t survive if the other one comes,” Fenrik said, voice hoarse, but determination cutting through the exhaustion. He forced his legs to move, taking a step toward Marcus.“When he comes,” Marcus said, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, “we will know.” His tone was casual, almost indifferent, but every word was laced with powe
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Marcus and Fenrik faced each other in the center of the cage, the sun burning down on their bare shoulders, sweat already forming along their muscles. Both were breathing steady, controlled, like hunters about to close in on prey. The crowd of Marcus’s men circled the cage, silent but tense, eyes flicking between the two like they were watching wolves circle in the wild. “Last man standing, amigo. Don’t take it easy,” Marcus said, voice low, controlled. His gaze was sharp, unblinking, never leaving Fenrik. Every movement of Marcus was deliberate, measured. His jaw tensed, veins rising along his temple as anticipation coiled in his chest. Fenrik’s lips curled into a smirk, but his heart hammered. “What makes you think I’ll go easy, un? I’ve never lost a fight, and I never will.” His voice was calm, but beneath it, the fire of determination and raw stubbornness flared. He shifted slightly, testing Marcus, feeling the tension in the other man’s stance. Marcus’s smirk widened, sharp, k
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The moment Olinda removed her hand from Matilda’s forehead, she staggered back, her breath hitching as the vision of Agatha lingered in her mind. Her lips parted slightly, eyes wide, a trembling pulse of recognition striking through her veins. “Mother…” she whispered again, almost as if saying it aloud would make it vanish, as if speaking it could tether her to the truth she had just glimpsed. Matilda’s body slumped slightly, pain threading through her limbs, but her mind flickered with cunning. Even in agony, she sensed an opening, a chance to assert control over the situation. Her voice came out strained but deliberate, cold like steel hidden beneath silk. “Oh… now you see,” she said, forcing a bitter smile, “why your little brother kidnapped her. It’s because she happens to be the reincarnation of your mother.” The words hung in the air between them, heavy and sharp, cutting the already taut silence. Matilda’s eyes glinted with satisfaction, despite the thin sheen of sweat on h
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Matilda’s heel clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing faintly through the wide courtyard like a ticking clock. She moved with the poised grace she always wore like armor, one hand lifting the hem of her long dress just enough so it wouldn’t drag. The morning sun slid across the polished stone, glinting off the black car parked at the edge. She reached for the handle of the door, but her fingers stopped mid-air. Something pricked at the edge of her senses, a scent drifting on the wind. Sharp. Old. Familiar. Like the ghost of a blade that had once sliced across her skin. She froze, eyes narrowing, nostrils flaring just slightly. Someone was coming. Matilda turned slowly, her fingers still hovering above the door handle. Across the courtyard, a figure walked toward her with steady, unhurried steps. The sunlight caught on silver hair, making each strand glint like steel. Olinda. Matilda’s lips curved into a bitter smile, a smile she had practiced for centuries in mirrors
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