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(Sofia’s POV)I woke up to an empty bed.Damien’s side was cold, like he’d been up for hours.It wasn’t unusual—he was always up before me. But something about today felt different.His mood had shifted overnight. He’d been distant. Watching me too closely. Like he was waiting for something to happen.I sighed, stretching before sliding out of bed. The second I stepped into the hallway, the scent of fresh coffee and something sweet filled the air.I blinked. Damien doesn’t cook.Curious, I followed the scent to the dining area.And then I froze.Sitting on the table was an envelope with my name written in Damien’s sharp handwriting. Beside it, a set of keys.I frowned, picking up the letter."Meet me outside. I have something for you."My heart skipped.What was he up to now?---Fifteen minutes later, I stepped outside, finding Damien leaning against his car, waiting.His golden eyes locked onto me instantly.He smirked. “Took you long enough.”I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?”H
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(Sofia’s POV)The excitement from seeing my culinary shop lasted the entire day.I ran my fingers over the polished countertops, admired the perfect kitchen layout, and even tested the state-of-the-art equipment. Every detail was exactly how I’d dreamed it.Damien had built this for me.For hours, I couldn’t stop smiling.And Damien?He watched me the entire time.His golden eyes followed my every move, filled with something deep, something unreadable.By evening, we returned to the penthouse, my heart still racing with excitement.I turned to Damien, grabbing his hands. “I still can’t believe you did this.”His smirk was lazy, confident. “Believe it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”I bit my lip. “You really think I can run it?”He cupped my cheek, tilting my chin up. “I don’t think. I know.”Warmth bloomed in my chest.I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Thank you, Damien.”His grip tightened slightly. “You never have to thank me.”He kissed me, slow and deliberate, like he was sealing a pro
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(Damien’s POV)I never thought this day would come.The final day of the contract.The deal that brought Sofia into my life. The one that was supposed to be temporary.But she was never temporary to me.She was everything.And now, I had to let her go.---I sat in the meeting room with my pack—Ethan, Jaxon, and Beta.The air was thick, suffocating. They all knew why we were here.The old woman stood across from me, her dark, knowing eyes locked onto mine.“The contract ends tonight,” she said.I clenched my jaw. “I know.”She stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “This is your only chance, Alpha. If you walk away now, the curse will weaken. In three moons, it will be gone completely.”Jaxon leaned forward. “And if he stays?”Her expression darkened. “She will die.”A deep growl rumbled in my chest, but I forced myself to breathe.I had spent days fighting this. Looking for another way.But there was none.I had to leave her.Beta exhaled. “You really think this will work?”The ol
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(Sofia’s POV – Past Life)The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver light over the castle walls. The air was still, too still, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Something was wrong.I could feel it in my bones.The halls of the palace, once warm and alive with laughter, felt hollow. My footsteps echoed against the marble floors, my long gown trailing behind me as I walked.I was supposed to be in my chambers, preparing for the future that had been laid out for me since birth.A Luna by blood, a princess by duty.Betrothed to a man I had grown up beside—Jake.A match made for the strength of our pack. A union of power, security.And yet, even as I wore the silk robes of a bride-to-be, my heart was restless. Something felt wrong.Then the first scream tore through the night.I froze.Then another.And another.The sound of swords clashing, walls breaking, the scent of blood flooding the halls.A guard rushed toward me, his chest heaving. "Princess, you must leave! The
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Chapter 62(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)I woke up screaming.The past crashed into me like a storm—violent, unrelenting. My chest heaved, my hands clawing at the sheets as if I were still on that battlefield, still bleeding out in Damien’s arms.I could feel it.The blade slicing through my body.The pain. The betrayal.Tade’s blank expression as he ripped my life away.Jake’s cold stare as he watched me fall.Damien’s voice, raw with grief, calling my name over and over—begging me to stay.And then darkness.I clutched my chest, trying to breathe.It wasn’t real.Not anymore.But the moment my feet hit the cold floor, I knew—it was real.It happened.I had lived before.And I had died.And Damien…Where was Damien?Panic surged through me as I staggered into the living room."Damien!" My voice cracked, but the penthouse remained silent.I checked the bedroom. The kitchen. Everywhere.Empty.Then my eyes landed on the table.A stack of papers sat there, waiting.My stomach plummeted.W
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(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)The walls of the penthouse felt too tight.Like the air had been sucked out, leaving nothing but the weight of silence.Damien was gone.And I wasn’t supposed to remember.I paced the room, rage coiling beneath my skin.Beta’s words echoed in my mind."You’re not supposed to remember."What the hell did that mean?I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration building with every second.No.I wasn’t just going to sit here and wait for answers to fall into my lap.If Damien wasn’t here, then I’d find someone who would tell me the truth.I grabbed my keys and stormed toward the door.The moment I stepped outside, the crisp evening air hit me.But I barely noticed.Because my mind was too loud, too frantic.I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.Beta wasn’t going to talk?Fine.I had other ways to get information.I pressed my foot against the gas, speeding through the city.Every streetlight blurred past, but my
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(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)I was done waiting.Done with the silence.Done with the lies.Done with people deciding what was best for me.Damien thought he could disappear?That I would sit back and accept it?Not a chance.I stormed through the streets, my pulse pounding, my breath sharp. The night air wrapped around me, cold and uninviting, but I barely felt it.Because there was only one thought in my mind.Find Damien.Make him explain why he thought he could just walk away.And if he truly believed I’d let him go without a fight?He never knew me at all.---The first place I checked was the pack’s private estate.Damien had always said it was a sanctuary, a fallback. If he needed space, he would go there.I weaved through the dark roads, gripping the wheel tight. The estate was deep in the mountains, surrounded by thick forests. It wasn’t a place you stumbled upon.But I wasn’t just anyone.I was his mate.The one person who shouldn’t have to search for him.The road twisted, m
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(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)The world tilted.Pain pulsed through my ribs, my breathing ragged and uneven. Blood soaked through my shirt, warm and sticky against my skin.But none of that mattered.Because he was here.Jake.Standing just beyond the rogues, his sharp grin exactly the same as I remembered.Except… something was different.His eyes held something colder, darker.Like he had been waiting for this moment.I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand straighter. “You have got to be kidding me.”Jake chuckled. Unbothered. Relaxed. Like we were old friends catching up.“Come on, princess,” he mused, stepping forward. “Is that really how you greet an old lover?”The rogue wolves shifted uneasily, eyes darting between us.I narrowed mine, my grip tightening around my knife. “You’re not my lover, Jake. You never were.”His grin widened. “That’s not what your body used to say.”Rage burned through me.But I didn’t let it show.I didn’t let him win.Instead, I laughed. Sharp. Cold
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