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I stared at the ceiling of my room long after the door shut behind me. The echo of Luca’s laugh still lingered. It was soft and warm and teasing. I could practically feel the heat of his breath from how close he’d leaned in before I stepped out of the car. A kiss. Not tentative. Not almost. A real kiss that had followed promises I hadn’t expected. One that had left me trembling and wondering how my life had become this. Three kisses. Three real moments that had completely shattered everything I thought I knew about myself. First, Harley. Under the trees with moonlight in his eyes and forgiveness in his touch. The way he’d cupped my face like I was precious. The way he’d whispered my name like it was sacred. I’d thought he was a ghost of my past, something jagged that would never soften. But he had. And when our lips met, it felt like coming home to a place I didn’t know I’d been searching for. Second, Gavin. In that candlelit restaurant with the lake behind us. The

ALPHA GAVIN I always thought these galas were the pinnacle of everything I hated. Forced smiles, stiff suits, hollow conversations about donations and legacies. But tonight? Tonight was different. Alessi stood beside me like a goddess in moonlight, her presence so commanding that every overdone chandelier and polished marble floor paled in comparison. The moment we stepped into the venue, her hand tucked in mine, I felt like I’d brought a spark of something real into a world built on pretense. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, lips parted slightly in awe. “This is… beautiful.” I couldn’t help the soft grin that tugged at my mouth. “Not as beautiful as you.” Her cheeks went red in the most stunning way, and suddenly my heart was doing things it hadn’t in years. Leaping, fluttering, hoping. I never brought girls here. Never. And I knew my stepfather would notice that. Alessi and I drifted toward the back garden when the ballroom got too loud. The lights strung across

The bathroom at the gala was all marble and gold mirrors. Too clean, too perfect, too much like everything else in this town that didn’t belong to me, that I didn’t belong to. I gripped the sink and tried to breathe, but the words of doubt just flooded my head. Not good enough. Not worth it. Nothing. No one. I’ve always been no one. Frantic, I pulled my locket out from beneath my dress, a small silver heart that had survived my childhood. One of the few things from my parents that I’d managed to keep. My hands were shaking. I opened it and looked at the tiny photo of us smiling at the camera, but then it fell. The locket slipped from my fingers and clattered against the marble floor. Somehow, the back panel popped open. There, inside, was a small piece of paper, yellowed with age, with a number scribbled in my mother’s handwriting. My heart stopped. I stared at it for a moment, wondering what it meant and what I should do when I finally had the courage to pull out

ALPHA HARLEY My fingers drum the steering wheel so hard the leather is starting to peel. Gavin is pacing behind the hood of the SUV like a predator seconds from snapping steel in half, phone crushed in his hand. And Luca? He’s staring at the single, blinking red point on the tablet in his lap, Alessi’s last known location. It burned itself into the hollow pit already forming in my chest. The abandoned service road. The place where her signal vanished. Where she vanished. My wolf claws at my skin, frantic, sick. I swallow the metallic taste rising in my throat. “Run it again.” Luca’s breathing hitches. It was shallow, uneven. He doesn’t look at me when he taps the keys, a thin sheen of sweat covers his brow. The illness is hitting him again. Harder than before. “Harley,” he murmurs, “I’ve run it six times. It’s the same.” His voice cracks into a rasp. “She was taken and it stopped there.” My vision closes to a pinprick. My hands are shaking again, I believ

ALPHA LUCA I’ve learned there are two kinds of silence. The first is empty. It’s absence, ignorance, the kind you can excuse. The second is deliberate. It’s calculated. It’s deadly. I recognize the second the moment Gavin’s face appears on the secure video channel, shadows cutting sharp lines across his features, his golden eyes dulled with exhaustion and something worse… knowledge. After Gavin left, we tried our best to follow through with the data my uncle gave us, but our bodies wouldn’t let us. We had to go back to the house and rest even for just a little. Harley appeared on the screen, hunched forward, forearms braced on the table like he’s physically holding himself together. The faint tremor in his hands doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the tightness in my own chest, the familiar burn that crawls up my spine like my blood is trying to claw its way out. We’re all deteriorating. Together. Gavin doesn’t waste time. “My father is alive.” The words lan