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MIA’S POVI could still feel my heart pounding as I stared at them. My uncle. Damon. The two people I thought I could trust.I finally thought that I have safest place in the world, without any lies, without any deceit, and again I was proved wrong.My uncle let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples like this conversation was exhausting him. "We knew from the beginning, Mia. We investigated everything after we found you, but you never spoke about it, so we didn't push you."My breath hitched. I felt like someone had just knocked the air out of my lungs. "You knew what they did to me… and you still let them near me?"Damon crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "It wasn’t an easy decision."I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Easy? You call letting my abusers follow me around like bodyguards not easy?"My uncle's gaze softened, but I didn't want his sympathy."We did what was necessary," he stated. "They are strong Alphas, Mia. The best protection you can have."My stomach

MIA’S POVI leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the horizon as the sun slowly began to dip, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and purple. A small smirk tugged at my lips as I thought about the impossible errand I had sent Nathan on.The Nashor Pack.A place where his presence would be nothing less than an invitation for bloodshed. They despised his pack, and if he had any sense left, he would have turned back the moment he reached their borders. That was the whole point—I wanted him to give up. I wanted him to quit this ridiculous act of his.Love? Regret?He had no right to feel those things, not after everything he did.I waited, fully expecting to hear that he had failed, that he had come running back, realizing that his so-called devotion wasn’t worth the risk. But when the large doors swung open, my breath hitched.Nathan walked in, his shirt torn, his knuckles bloodied, and a fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone.But in his hand, he held the rose.The

MIA’S POVFrom the window, I watched them. All four of them.Standing outside like lost puppies, their arms crossed, looking like they were on some kind of mission. It was almost comical—four powerful Alphas reduced to this.But the longer I stared, the more my irritation boiled over into something darker.Just yesterday, they had the audacity to accuse me of trying to kill Nathan. They yelled at me, pointed fingers, acted like I was some kind of criminal—when I was the stupid one who actually saved him!I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. What a joke.They didn’t deserve kindness. They didn’t deserve anything from me. The only thing they deserved was punishment.And yet here they were, standing there like bodyguards, as if I needed their protection.I rolled my eyes and yanked the curtain shut. Idiots.A knock on my door made me groan. "What now?""Princess, Alpha Damon is calling for you," a maid announced.I sighed, snatching my phone off the dresser. Just what I n

Mia’s POVThe storm raged outside, the wind howling like a beast trapped in a cage. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows against the wooden walls, making the small space feel even more suffocating. I had tried to keep myself awake, but exhaustion crept in, my body betraying me as my eyelids grew heavy.I barely noticed the soft touch at first. The gentle way fingers brushed against my hair, tucking a damp strand behind my ear. A warmth lingered close—too close.My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring straight into Nathan’s face.My breath caught, panic clawing at my chest. He was right there, hovering over me, his face inches from mine. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, his fingers still grazing my cheek.The moment snapped.I shot up, pushing myself away from him as fast as I could. “What the hell are you doing?”Nathan’s hands lifted in surrender, his lips twitching into something almost amused. “Relax, Princess. You had a hair strand sticking t

MIA’S POV"Mia…"Sean's voice was weak, barely a breath above the howling wind. But I heard it. And that was the problem.I heard the desperation in it.I heard the regret.I heard the part of me that still wasn't as heartless as I wanted to be.I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling with restraint, heat spreading through my veins despite the cold. The rain had soaked through my clothes, making the thin fabric cling to my skin."Please…" His breath hitched, and when I turned slightly, I saw him struggling to move, his hand reaching for me. His shirt torn open, revealing the muscled chest I once knew so well, now marred with wounds. "Save them… If not for us, for you…"I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the way his voice still affected me, how it sent shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.For me?What a joke.My nails dug deeper into my palms, drawing blood. The metallic scent mingled with the rain, stirring something primal within me."You think I'd s