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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONELesleyThe weight of my past choices lay heavy on my mind as i stood by the window of my study, watching the setting sun paint the sky in hues of amber and crimson. My reputation with women, the trail of broken hearts and careless encounters—it wasn't the legacy a pack leader should leave behind. The thought had been gnawing at me lately, an persistent ache that wouldn't subside.Tasha's face flashed through my mind—the last woman i'd hurt, barely a week ago. The pain in her eyes when she'd realized she was just another conquest haunted me. I'd seen that same look too many times before, yet somehow this time it cut deeper. Perhaps it was because I was finally beginning to understand the true weight of leadership, or maybe hi was just tired of the hollow victories the lifestyle brought me."What kind of example am I setting?" I muttered to myself, running a hand through my disheveled hair. My pack looked up to me, trusting me to guide them through these dangerous ti

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEThird POVHours crawled by in the concrete prison, each minute stealing more hope from the trapped warriors. The emergency lights cast sickly shadows on sweat-streaked faces as the room grew increasingly hotter, the air thick and stale. The initial unity brought by their pack song had long since faded into exhausted silence. One of the warriors sat slumped against the wall, his injured shoulder a constant reminder of their failed escape attempt. Beside him, was another who had stopped trying to wipe away the dried blood on his face. What was the point? They were all going to die here anyway. The tension in the room was like a stretched rubber band, ready to snap at any moment. It finally did when one of the younger guards, bumped into another mistakenly while trying to find a cooler spot to rest.Another, who was already on edge from hours of confinement, shoved back. "Where do you think you're going? There's nowhere to go! We're all trapped...... trapped in this

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEMiraI sat in a corner of my room, my heart racing as I stared at the phone in my hands, trembling with fear. I had been calling and calling, yet no one answered. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of my screen, casting shadows that wrapped around me like the haunting thoughts crowding my mind. I took a deep breath. There was still time, just three more minutes. I couldn’t give up now. I’d have to keep trying until someone answered. I gave it another shot. My hands flew across the phone’s screen, sending message after message. “Please,” I typed. "Let them go. We have made them suffer enough. Please.” Still no response. I typed another message, my fingers barely able to hit the right keys.I hit send, watching the message vanish into the digital void. I typed again and again, my vision blurring, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat "Please, let them go. I beg you. If there’s any humanity in you, if you care at all, please let them go.” M

CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVENMIRAAnxiety, laced with a considerable degree of fright coaxed through me and increased with every passion second as the moment drifted past.I stood there and watched with fright as my heart beat like a volcano was about to burst open inside my chest, the door slowly flung open.My eyes flew wide open as they came in contact with the two individuals standing outside the door.Celia had arrived at the pack house, but I was more baffled because she had not come alone. She was standing side by side with the same guard I had been standing with.I felt a tight hitch in my heart at the sight of them both together and my first instinct was an outburst.Coupled with the initial frustration I felt, I felt my anger start to rise slowly till I got to my peak.My breath hitched each time I tried to speak, one would think I was about to splurt out fire and brimstones, maybe I was.My emotions were so easily translated that the guard easily noticed that I was triggered.With

CHAPTER SEVENTY NINELESLEYMy eyes snapped shut as soon as the first wave of cold water from the shower hit my head. I sighed deeply and sucked in a breath.That was just about the right thing I needed after the intense night I just woke up from.I had gotten off the bed with beads of sweat dripping from my forehead, down to my chest, thereby soaking up my robe and causing me to hurry into the shower as soon as I could.The cold water provided the comfort I needed at that time, its sootgineffect washed over he like a sedative whose sole duty was to calm my nerves.My moment of meditation, of pure pleasure, was interrupted quite early as the loud ringing of my phone cut through my thoughts and pierced the cold silence in the room.It was quite early in the morning, and I didn’t remember fixing any appointments today. So who could be calling me this early?With a deep grunt, I stepped out of the shower and reached for my robe.With my robe draped around me, I walked out of the bathroom