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Akira’s POVTaking care of things around the estate had become something I unexpectedly grew to love. At first, I thought it was punishment for my betrayal, but over time, it became one of my favorite ways to spend the day.The garden, the kitchen, the grocery runs—it all brought a sense of peace to me, like I was part of something bigger than myself. Although, Hunter had told me several times that I didn’t need to do the work. He suggested I leave it to the workers, but I refused. There was something soothing about being busy, about putting my energy into making this place feel like home. I loved cooking and helping out in the kitchen, loved the quiet moments in the garden, watering the plants and caring for the rose bushes. The memory ground, where we honored fallen pack members, became a place where I could reflect. And then there was the library—my personal sanctuary. I could spend hours there, losing myself in the old, musty books. This was my way of escaping the past, of rede

Jackson’s POVWhen my guards informed me that Akira was here to see me, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of eagerness. I knew she wouldn’t come all this way for nothing. She had to have vital information for me, something I could use. But as much as I wanted to see her and hear what she had to say, I couldn’t afford to be careless. Akira might have been working for me, but I wasn’t stupid. Trust wasn’t something I gave freely.I ordered my guards to search her thoroughly. I didn’t want any surprises—a wired tape, a hidden weapon, anything that could pose a threat. Thirty minutes later, they finally let her approach. I watched as she entered the room, her eyes scanning her surroundings, something she always do even though she has been her a couple of times, before locking onto me.“Akira,” I called out with a forced smile that didn’t reach my eyes. I knew she could see through my facade, but I didn’t care.“Oh please, Jackson,” she replied, rolling her eyes as she sat down without wa

Akira’s POVThe night of the mission had arrived, and my heart pounded in my chest as Hunter fastened the belt of my black outfit—a sleek combination of fitted trousers, a bodycon top, and comfortable boots. He had picked the outfit himself, saying black was ideal for blending into the darkness. I agreed with him. The less attention I attracted, the better.Once he was done adjusting my belt, he stepped back, his sharp gaze sweeping over me to make sure everything was in place. He nodded, satisfied. “All good and ready to go,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.“Thank you,” I replied, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. He smiled back, but there was something in his eyes; it was concern and fear. His expression softened as he spoke.“Doll,” he began, his voice low and serious, “you know you can still back out if you want. I can handle rescuing the girls with the men. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”I rolled my eyes, but the gesture was playful. “Sweetie, we’ve been over this. N

Seth’s POVThe evening was still, but something didn’t sit right with me. My instincts were going wild. I couldn’t shake off this strange feeling—a pull in my gut that told me we needed to leave for the ambush earlier than planned. Without wasting any time, I gathered my men and ordered them to get ready. Their surprised faces met mine, but none of them questioned me. They knew better. They could feel and see the seriousness in my face, the kind that only comes when something big is about to go down.When my men came out of the building, ready and equipped, I stood there watching them. They were all solid warriors, but one face stood out—August. His eyes were on me, questioning. I knew those look, his inquisitive side was probably questioning why we are leaving early then planned. He was a man who always like to speak up.As I approached the truck, August walked right into me, colliding with my shoulder. I shot him an annoyed glance.“I thought I was supposed to follow Hunter,” he s

Hunter’s POV“You can’t be serious,” I snapped at Seth again, this time with even more anger. The frustration boiled in my chest as I stared him down. “You can’t keep accusing her every time something goes wrong with our mission.”Seth’s face was hard, but he didn’t back down. “Just hear me out, Alpha,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “What if, when we sent her to Jackson to deliver the false information, she made a deal with him instead? What if she decided to align and work with him?”“That’s absurd!” I practically spat the words, disgusted by his suggestion. “You’re overthinking this, Seth. You have always seen her as a mole, and it’s clouding your judgment.”“Hear me out,” Seth pleaded, his tone now more desperate. “We can’t ignore the possibility that the enemy is closer than we think, just because she’s close to us.”I could feel my blood simmering beneath my skin. “You need to stop,” I warned him, my voice dangerously low. “I’m sick of this. This accusation is getting sick.”