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CHAPTER SIXTY
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EMMELINE“I can’t believe you’ve been living with them this whole time, and they never figured it out.” Sylas shook his head, his voice tight with disbelief. He paced the tent, his boots scuffing against the ground. Light from the small window flickered across his face, making the worry in his eyes even more obvious.That look… like he was trying to piece everything together, trying to figure out how I’d survived, made my chest tighten. He looked so disturbed by the thought of it.And that, for some reason, was starting to make me uneasy.I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly broadcasting my presence, you know? I mask my scent,” I said simply. “I try to stay out of sight, and honestly, I rarely leave Darius’s estate. Most of them don’t even interact with me closely enough to suspect anything.”His jaw tightened at the mention of the estate—at the mention of him. He stopped pacing. “Darius,” he said, his voice flat.I tensed, waiting for the inevitab
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EMMELINEDarius leaned against the wooden post inside Sylas’s tent, arms crossed, looking as relaxed as ever. Even though he was smaller than the Lycans and was the only werewolf here, surrounded by Lycans who could tear him apart, he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. Maybe it was because he had Lycan blood himself. Or maybe he was just that confident.Meanwhile, Sylas was on edge. He stood over the crude wooden table, staring down at the list in front of him like it held the key to everything. His jaw was tight, his fingers pressing into the paper like he wanted to crush it.“So from this list,” Sylas said, his voice sharp, “it’s clear that most of these people are Alphas and high-ranking officials. Taking them out would be like... changing the government for half the packs out there. It would be like resetting everything.”Darius gave a slow nod. “Yes.”Sylas turned his gaze on him, suspicion clear in his eyes. “And how do we know this isn’t just part of some plan for you to dominate
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EMMELINE“You don’t get to decide this for me, Sylas.” My voice was firm, but my hands were clenched into fists at my sides. I had to keep myself steady, had to remind myself that I wasn’t some prize to be claimed.“I’m not deciding anything.” Sylas took a step closer, his jaw tight, his shoulders stiff. “I’m telling you what needs to be done.”“Oh, so now I need to belong to you?”I let out a short, dry laugh. “You seem to forget that I have a choice to make in this..”“And what choice is that?” Sylas argued. He exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. “My brother, Jonas deserves that respect from you.”I stared at him, stunned for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest, anger curling in my stomach like a snake ready to strike. “And you claiming me will give him that respect?” My voice was lower now, sharper.“Yes,” he retorted. “It’s the only way to honor his memory.”I shook my head. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Sylas.”His eyes darkened. “You should be ashamed of yours
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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 POVI thought Sylas would take at least a day or two to think it over. Maybe argue some more, try to poke holes in the plan, or drag his feet just to be difficult. But barely two hours had passed when he called Darius and me into his tent.And when he said the words, I almost didn’t believe him.“We’re moving,” Sylas announced.I blinked. “Wait… what?”He exhaled, as if he couldn’t believe he was saying it either. “You heard me. We’re moving to the Estate.”I turned to Darius, half expecting him to laugh and say I was dreaming. But he just smirked like he’d seen this coming.“Sylas,” I started, my voice unsure, “are you… are you sure?”He folded his arms and gave me a look. “Do I look like I’m joking?”I grinned. “Not really, but—”“I’m not doing this because I suddenly like the idea,” he interrupted. “The raid proved that we’re vulnerable here. My job is to protect these people, and that means making tough choices. I don’t like relying on anyone outside of my command, but
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EMMELINE’S POVThe night air was thick with tension as we began our journey. No one spoke above a whisper, and the only sounds were the rustling of fabric and the occasional creak of the supply truck’s wooden panels.Darius had planned this carefully, making sure everything went smoothly. He was in a separate car up ahead, making sure no one would stop or search the trucks. The Lycans—my people—were hidden in supply compartments, concealed beneath tarps and crates. Every precaution had been taken, but I still couldn’t shake the unease twisting in my gut.I sat in the back of one of the trucks, surrounded by women and children. The space was cramped, the air stifling, the scent of sweat and fear thick around us. Every time the truck hit a bump, someone gasped or clutched onto the person next to them.Sylas had insisted I ride with them—to keep them calm, to make sure no one panicked and did something reckless. He’d made it sound like a simple task, but now, sitting here, I realized jus
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★EMMELINE’S POV★I woke up slowly, the dull ache in my body a familiar companion now. But something else felt wrong. Deeper. Colder. I reached out instinctively, my hand searching the space beside me in the bed. Empty.Darius wasn’t there.That wasn’t unusual. He was the Alpha, always busy. But this felt different. The bond, the constant hum of his presence in the back of my mind, felt… distant. Like a faint whisper across a wide, empty space. Not gone, not broken, but stretched thin, strained.Panic, cold and sharp, pricked at me. I pushed myself up, ignoring the protest from my aching muscles. “Darius?” I called out, my voice raspy from sleep.No answer.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet finding the floor. I pulled on a robe quickly, my hands fumbling with the tie. Where was he? Why did the bond feel so… far away?I opened the door to our chambers. A maid was outside, tidying the hall.“Where is the Alpha?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.She curtsied. “Good
