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Chapter 160 Aurora The cell felt smaller than usual. Not because the walls had moved—but because my body no longer had the strength to ignore them. Every breath hurt. Every movement sent a dull ache through my ribs, my side, my soul. I had lost track of time. Hunger blurred my thoughts. Pain had become a constant companion, something I carried the way one carried grief—quietly, heavily. Then I heard it. Noise. Not the usual footsteps of guards or the scrape of iron boots—but chaos. Shouts. The clash of metal. Growls that shook the air. A fight. My heart stuttered. I forced myself upright, gripping the cold stone wall as dizziness washed over me. I staggered toward the bars, fingers curling tightly around them. Please, I prayed silently. Please let it be him. The sounds grew closer—louder. The underground walls echoed with violence. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, recognition flickering like a dying flame. Then I heard a voice. “Aurora.” I blinked, my vision swimming.

Chapter 162LiamAfter Aurora said the words, it felt like the ground beneath me cracked open and swallowed everything I thought I knew. For a moment, I could not breathe. My chest tightened, and a strange ringing filled my ears, drowning out the quiet sobs and shifting movements in the room. My mother was behind everything.So, our suspicion was correct.Lucious spoke up, his voice unsteady, almost desperate, as if he was trying to hold onto the last piece of hope in the room.“Are you sure of what you’re saying?” he asked, his words coming out in a nervous stammer. “Alpha Atlas captured you. Maybe… maybe you misunderstood something.”He looked at Aurora like he wanted her to take it back, as he needed her to say she was mistaken.Aurora’s fingers tightened slightly around mine. I could feel how weak she still was, how fragile her body felt, but her eyes held a painful certainty.“I was kept in a separate cell before,” she said slowly, her voice trembling. “She came.”The room went s

Chapter 164Damian’s POVThe afternoon had been quiet, almost too quiet, the kind that made the air feel heavy and tense. I was seated in the main hall, going through reports from my guards, when the doors creaked open and one of my men stepped inside.He bowed his head slightly. “Alpha, a visitor is asking to see you.”I looked up slowly, already irritated by the interruption. “A visitor?” I repeated. “From which pack?”The guard hesitated, as if unsure how I would react. “She refused to give details. But she said you would want to see her.”That alone made me suspicious.No one came into my territory unannounced unless they were either foolish or desperate.Or dangerous.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping slowly against the armrest. “Let them in.”The guard nodded and turned, disappearing through the large doors.A moment later, footsteps echoed through the hall.I watched as the figure entered, cloaked but confident. As she stepped forward into the light, her face became

Chapter 166 Scarlett I could see it in his eyes. He did not trust me. Damian leaned back slightly in his throne, fingers tapping against the carved armrest, gaze sharp and measuring. He was not a fool. He was ambitious, yes—but ambition without caution was suicide, and he had survived too long to be careless. “What is your plan?” he asked at last. Straight to the point. Good. “Firstly,” I began calmly, folding my hands before me, “no other pack must know I am here.” His expression did not change, but I knew he was listening carefully. “During my banishment, I did not waste my time grieving,” I continued. “I gathered rogues—broken wolves. The Warriors cast aside. I gave them structure. Purpose. I ruled them. They are loyal to me—loyal beyond fear. Strong. Angry. Useful.” His brows lifted slightly. “They were the ones who helped me capture Aurora the first time.” He straightened immediately. “Wait,” he cut in sharply. “You were the one who took Aurora?” “Ye

Chapter 168 Scarlett I watched it all unfold with a calm that masked every flicker of satisfaction burning inside me. Damian was mine, completely wrapped up in his obsession, and I couldn’t help but admire how well I had orchestrated this. Every hesitation he’d had, every doubt lingering in his mind, I had carefully dismantled, piece by piece. By the time he finally looked at me with that mix of trust and anticipation, his skepticism completely cleared, I could almost hear the whisper of victory in my mind. He believed in me, or at least in the illusion I had crafted, and that was enough. Of course, Sasha was there too. Oh, how she tried. I could feel her energy—fierce, frantic, desperate—as she did everything in her power to spoil the plan. She paced, fumed, and flung pointed looks my way, hoping one glance, one word, could undo the careful groundwork I’d laid. But she was always two steps behind. Two steps too slow. She could roar and resist all she wanted, but Damian’s eyes wer