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Hugo “This whole situation is absolutely absurd,” I said, unable to remain in my room and pretend that everything was alright. Frederick drifted near the kitchen island, leaning on it to rest his weary muscles. Hours had passed with no word from her, and the uncertainty gnawed at me.“I doubt she has any freedom; he’s constantly monitoring her,” I added, letting out a heavy sigh. My mind was a storm of worries, each thought tumbling over the other. “I have faith in her.” Outside, the skies had darkened, and a relentless rainstorm was hammering down. A cool breeze filtered through the room, carrying a damp chill that seeped through the windows.“I’m not sure I’ll make it until Friday morning,” Frederick said, his restlessness palpable as he paced like a trapped animal. His frustration was clear, though he hadn’t directly mentioned her. The thought of her being in danger amplified his fury, tenfold. I had advised him to keep his distance, even though his instincts seemed to pull him in

Hugo “Whose side are you on?” I demanded, my voice edged with frustration. “Being unkind won’t solve anything! You better shape up, or I’ll have to take some drastic measures!” With a sudden shove, I pushed Frederick away from me, and he stumbled backward, struggling to regain his balance. He fought internally, his expression a mix of anger and desperation as he grappled with his inner turmoil.“Cut them down,” I ordered Dallas and Jericho, ignoring Frederick’s outburst of fury. “We’ll transport them on the back of the bikes.” The night air was growing colder, the steady drop in temperature a stark reminder of the impending winter. It would be a challenge to give them a proper farewell, but they deserved a warrior’s send-off.As the team set to work, I glanced at my watch. Only 39 more hours until Anastasia would be home....Anastasia I woke up feeling nauseous, expelling white foam over the side of the bed as my stomach rebelled violently. My muscles were so fatigued that even the

Anastasia "I apologize, I possess a credit card but lack identification," I said, presenting him with the card that held Margo's name. His scrutinizing gaze made me feel like an impostor, which, truth be told, I was. "I hadn't intended to stick around, but my other plans didn't work out.""Are you Margo Winona?" he asked, making a lump form in my throat as I read the last name. I was taken aback by the news of Margo's marriage. She had chosen to tie the knot with such a despicable individual. That was quite a significant secret to keep."Yes," I nodded, hoping he'd just move on from the topic at hand. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I appeared suspicious, and it was unlikely that he would take my word for it."I'm well-acquainted with the Winona family; it's quite peculiar that someone from their clan would be residing in our midst," he said, rolling his eyes and sifting through his records. "I'll need to reach out and confirm with Mr. Winona.""Okay," I replied, watching

Anastasia “Frederick Henson? Like Hugo’s beta?” The question came out with a hint of surprise. People’s initial responses were always so predictable. It seemed there was a deeper connection between Frederick and my family that I wasn’t fully aware of.“Yes,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. It felt as if I had just shared a forbidden secret, bracing for the fallout.“Oh no, how did Dad react to that?” Jamie’s curiosity was clear. He was well-acquainted with Dad’s nature—every action had a consequence, and Dad was quick to respond. “Frederick Henson is an incredibly tough individual.”“I can assure you, it’s not going well,” I said, my tone reflecting the gravity of the situation. Darius shifted on the cot beside me, his eyes meeting mine with a knowing look. “I suppose you’re familiar with him?”“Yes, and despite his intense demeanor in combat, you’re in good hands with him. No one will harm you as long as he’s around to protect you,” Jamie replied, his voice s

Anastasia “Can you please listen and stop with the physical aggression?” I screamed, my voice piercing the tense silence. The sudden hush that followed was almost deafening. I’d never challenge Gray in this way—I had complete faith that Frederick would never hurt me. “I needed their warmth!” I explained, trying to make them understand. Jamie and Darius had offered their clothes to help me stay warm while we dealt with our tasks. Without their help, I would have been at risk of frostbite or worse. It was a practical solution that Frederick, of all people, should have understood.“Why are you wearing his clothes?” Frederick’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes boring into me with intensity. The boys fell quiet, the tension thick in the air. He was fixated on the fact that I was wearing Darius’s hoodie, and it seemed to be eating away at him. “Darius’s scent is all over you. I hate it.” His voice took on a dangerous edge, like a low growl, and he gripped the neck of the hoodie as i