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Chapter Forty One

Author: Siren ray
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I had never known silence could cut so deep.

It wasn’t the ordinary hush of dawn, or the peace that followed a storm. No—this was the kind of silence that spread like poison, crawling under the skin, wrapping around my throat until it became hard to breathe.

Rick was back.

Alive.

And chained in the deepest cell beneath the pack house.

I should have been relieved that Kristen had stopped him, that the assassin’s blade had never reached me—but all I could think of was the way Rick had bowed. As if… as if I carried some authority even I didn’t understand. And now, the entire pack had seen it too.

I wanted answers. I wanted to march down there, grab Rick by the collar, and demand to know why he had bowed to me—what it meant. But Kristen had forbidden me.

“You’re not going anywhere near him,” he’d said, voice edged with steel, leaving no room for argument. His eyes had locked with mine, Alpha command lacing every word. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I figure out who is pulling his s
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