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Chapter 11

Author: Royalmary23💜
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-06 05:04:14

VLADIMIR

After we brought down the Risemoon pack, other packs started pouring in like rivers after heavy rain. They came with gifts, shaking hands, eager to form alliances with the Mancini. The hall was filled with the scent of oil, wood smoke, and the faint metallic trace of silver coins being counted.

But not everyone showed up. A few neighboring packs kept their distance. No messengers, no banners, not even a polite smile. Their silence said everything; they didn’t support us, and they weren’t happy about Risemoon’s fall.

We in the Mancini cannot afford to appear weak. Rumors breed like vermin; old enemies still sharpen their teeth and wag old grudges. Several packs still scheme for war against us. Now is not the time for weakness.

The true cause of the warriors’ deaths had to remain buried, whatever the cost.

Tom offered no argument. He simply obeyed.

Craig pinged into my mindlink: "Alpha, shall we permit the seer into Ivy’s mother’s ward?"

"Yes," I sent back. "But stay along."

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    IVYA steady beep threaded through the room, punctured by the soft patter of rain against the window. The air tasted of antiseptic and wet earth, a strange blend that anchored me somewhere between hospital and storm.My eyes fluttered open. At first everything was a blur, then my gaze found two men standing at a distance, their backs turned as they spoke in low voices.Straight, smooth, muscular backs. Who were they?When my focus sharpened, I recognized the black T-shirt: Vladimir. He was talking with one of his men.The bed shifted beneath me with a rustle. Vladimir turned quickly. I tried to sit up; Craig came to my side and propped pillows behind me, moving with that efficient, practiced care that made him seem almost part of the furniture.I felt a soft, searching gaze settle on me. I glanced up, Vladimir’s blue eyes flicked over me and then back to Craig as he adjusted the pillows. It was definitely not a look of tenderness.After he set me up, Craig bowed his head and slipped f

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