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Lianna: “Today is such a good day.” I let out a sigh and stretched my legs over the chair I lounged on. The sun bathed the pool area in a warm, golden glow, its rays dancing across the water’s surface in tiny ripples of light. I reclined on one of the lounge chairs, a book resting on my lap. The air was crisp, with the faint scent of chlorine mingling with the sweet aroma of blooming jasmine from the nearby hedges. The royal pool, reserved exclusively for us, was my sanctuary—a rare escape from the palace’s suffocating walls and endless political games. Flipping a page, I sipped on the iced tea beside me, the condensation leaving small wet rings on the table. My skin tingled slightly under the sun’s embrace, and for once, I felt a fleeting moment of peace. But then it came—a creeping sensation of being watched, prickling the back of my neck like an unspoken warning. I froze, my body stiffening as my senses heightened. Slowly, I glanced up, my heart hammering against my rib

Edward: Harvey tossed a kerchief at me and I wiped the blood off my hand against the material, heaving a sigh before I let it drop to the ground and walked out of the warehouse. Harvey was beside me as I walked out of the warehouse. I was angry as hell. This was the second time in a row since we had a rogue attack and it was starting to feel like it was planned. I'd just dealt with the rogue Werewolves I found stealing from me. They were wolves without a Pack owing to the fact that they'd either been thrown out of their respective packs or had ran away for rebellion's cause. Though they gave most Packs problems, they had never chosen to mess me with me as they weren't ready to meet their deaths just yet. I didn't really bother myself over them because over the decades, they had stayed away from the Pack but seeing that they had done this to tear down sort of luck and had chosen to steal from me, I decided to sh

Lianna: My breath was still ragged, my heart still hammering violently in my chest as I pressed myself against the tall bookshelf, my fingers clutching the fabric of my dress as though it could anchor me. The spot where Ethan had grabbed me throbbed, his touch lingering like a stain I couldn't scrub away. And now, in front of me, Edward stood before Ethan in unrestrained fury. His fists rained down on Ethan, each punch sending a sharp crack through the silence of the library. Ethan grunted, struggling to fight back, but Edward was relentless. There was no hesitation in his movements, no pause for breath. Just pure, unbridled rage. I swallowed hard, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air as Ethan’s head snapped back from another blow. His lip was split, blood trickling down his chin, but he only smirked, his breath shallow, his eyes filled with something sickeningly smug. Edward’s voice was low, menacing. “You’ll stay the hell away from her, Ethan. You already

CHAPTER 78 Edward: Harvey stood before me, arms folded, his sharp eyes scanning my face. His expression was unreadable, but the weight in his voice made my jaw clench. “So, what are you going to do about him?” he asked. “Because at this rate, Ethan won’t stop. He’s using the mate bond as leverage, and Lianna…” He exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Edward, he’s relentless. He wants her back.” I stiffened at the words, my grip tightening around the documents on my desk. I had been trying—trying so damn hard—to focus on pack matters, to get through this mountain of responsibilities without losing my temper. But how could I, when the problem I was trying to push aside was being shoved right in my face? Ethan. Ethan and his obsession with Lianna. I let out a slow breath, my fingers flexing before I placed the documents down carefully, deliberately. “He will not take her back.” My voice was steady, but even I could hear the restrained fury beneath it. “He

*CHAPTER 80* Lianna: The moment I stepped out of the North Wing, my eyes landed on Edward. He was pacing near the stone archway leading to the training grounds, his hands clenched at his sides, his entire body wound tight with tension. The fading sunlight caught in his dark hair, making it look almost bronze in the dim glow, but there was nothing warm about the way he moved—sharp, rigid steps, jaw locked in frustration. Then he saw me. His shoulders dropped slightly, relief flashing across his face for a fleeting second before something else took over—something darker. He was angry. I barely had time to take another step before he was striding toward me. “Why were you in Ethan’s wing?” His voice was tight, controlled, but I could hear the fury simmering just beneath the surface. I shrugged, unwilling to feed into whatever argument he was ready to start. “I went to speak to him.” H