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CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
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EMMELINEI barely slept. Not because my tent was uncomfortable, but because my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sylas, his hard stare, his ridiculous claims. And no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Which, knowing Sylas, I probably was. He had his men all over camp, and I had no doubt they were keeping a close eye on Darius. Not that Darius cared. He had a way of acting like nothing fazed him, like he was above all of this. Maybe he was.Morning came too soon. I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and stepped out of the tent—only to find myself face-to-face with Sylas.He was already dressed, looking like he’d been up for hours. His gaze swept over me, unreadable. “Join the women for breakfast.” His voice was firm, more of an order than a suggestion.I clenched my jaw. There was something about the way he said it—like he was trying to put me in my place. Like I was just another one of
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EMMELINEThe Lycans escorting me back to Sylas’s tent barely acknowledged me. I kept asking what was happening, but no one gave me a damn answer. They just marched ahead, their shoulders stiff, jaws locked.Something was wrong. Really wrong.When we reached the tent, I pushed past them without waiting for permission. Inside, Darius was already there, standing with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.Sylas was pacing. The moment he saw me, he stopped. “Good. You’re here.”“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.Sylas didn’t hesitate. “Some werewolves were spotted nearby. We think they are planning a raid.”My stomach clenched. “A raid?”“Possibly.” His tone was grim. “We haven’t had one in months, but now suddenly, after he arrives—” He turned and gave Darius a long, pointed look. “—we have a threat on our doorstep.”Darius scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Oh, come on. You think I led them here?”“You tell me.”“I wouldn’t be that careless,” Darius said, his voice
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DARIUS’ POVMorning came too fast.The camp was silent, but not the peaceful kind. It was the heavy, suffocating quiet that followed bloodshed. The only sounds were the soft murmurs of men hauling away bodies and the occasional crackling of a dying fire. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, mixed with the sharp sting of burned wood.Sylas had made his orders clear—none of the attackers were to leave alive. Those who tried to retreat had been hunted down like animals. It was brutal, but necessary.I sat inside my tent, my fingers brushing against Emmeline’s arm as she leaned into me. She hadn’t said much since last night. Her body was still tense, but I could feel her slowly relaxing under my touch.I hated seeing her like this.“I’m fine,” she mumbled, though her voice lacked conviction.I exhaled, pressing a kiss against her temple. “You don’t have to be.”She didn’t respond, just curled in closer.The moment felt fragile, like something I needed to protect. But, of course,
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EMMELINE’S POVDarius didn’t let up.Michael was still pinned against the wall, his smirk faltering as Darius’s forearm pressed against his throat.“Listen carefully,” Darius growled, voice low and steady—the kind of dangerous calm that made my skin prickle. “If you ever try to take what’s mine again, I won’t be so fucking patient.”Michael let out a breathy chuckle, though I could tell he wasn’t as amused as he wanted to seem. “You really think threats are gonna scare me?”Darius’s grip tightened. “It’s not a threat. It’s a fucking promise.”Michael’s smirk twitched back into place, but there was something mischievous about it now. “I don’t have to take anything, cousin. Your own pack is already handing it over.”My stomach clenched.Darius didn’t move. His expression barely shifted. But I saw it—the flicker of barely contained rage in his eyes.“Bullshit,” he said.Michael hummed, tilting his head slightly. “You’ve been so busy, Darius. Distracted. And while you were gone, your peop
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DARIUS’S POVI wanted to put my fist through a fucking wall.The moment Michael walked out of that room, I knew this wouldn’t just be a fight—it was a war waiting to happen. And if he already had people backing him, that meant this shit had been brewing for a while.I couldn’t afford to ignore it.So I did what I had to. I called a meeting.Within half an hour, my most trusted warriors filled the war room, their faces were tense, their eyes sharp. Dawson, my Beta, stood beside me with his arms crossed. Emmeline was there, too, sitting near the edge of the room, though her expression was quite unreadable. But I knew her well enough to see the gears turning in her head.I leaned forward, placing both hands on the heavy oak table. “Let’s not waste time,” I said. “You all saw what happened. Michael challenged me. Now I want to know how deep this shit runs.”There was silence. Then, finally, one of my warriors, Cade, spoke up. “Michael isn’t an idiot. He wouldn’t challenge you unless he t
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