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GRAHAMShe came.The door creaked open, and there she was. There was no hesitation, and no drama. Just her, standing there like she owned the moment, even if she didn’t trust it.She wore a pair of black jeans and an olive green top. Nothing fancy, but she wore it like a stunning evening dress. She looked so beautiful in a way that made it hard to breathe.I stood up without thinking. “Hey.”“Hey,” she said back, her voice careful but steady.We stared at each other a second too long. I cleared my throat. “You can sit.”She walked over slowly and slid into the seat across from mine, back straight, eyes watching everything. Like always.“Thanks for coming,” I said as I took my seat again.She raised a brow. “Still not sure what this is.”“It’s just dinner.” I tried to sound casual, trying to ignore the way my heart raced. “Nothing serious.”Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Coming from you, that sounds suspicious.”I gave a half-shrug. “Maybe I’m trying something new. Peace.”Her mouth twit

CHAPTER NINETY-TWOGRAHAMThe night was colder than I expected.I stood on the balcony outside my room, arms resting on the iron railing, eyes lost in the distance. The woods stretched wide and endless, cloaked in silence and moonlight, like they were waiting for something.Or someone.My head was a mess.Dinner with Zoey had gone… well. Too well, honestly. She didn’t shut down. She didn’t storm out. She laughed.Gods, she laughed.And I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her eyes softened when they landed on me, like for a split second, she forgot everything I’d done to make her hate me.It shook me more than I wanted to admit.Behind me, the door creaked open.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. It was Ronald.His energy was calm but firm, like a stone that’d stand against too many storms. The man had been my Beta, my right hand, my soldier in the trenches. And lately? He was also Zoey’s quiet protector. They were not of the same kind, but he treated Zoey like he would a you

CHAPTER NINETY FOURZOEYThe sun was already high when I opened my eyes, the kind of light that made you feel like you’d overslept for something important, even when you hadn’t.I stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting the silence settle around me. There was no whisper from Frankie and no chaos in my chest. Just the quiet after a storm but the peace felt unfamiliar and untrustworthy.I climbed out of bed, my limbs heavy with everything I didn’t say last night. I padded across the room, washed up slowly, like I had nowhere to be. And maybe I didn’t. Not today. Not in the mood I was in.I dressed in soft black leggings and a loose shirt. Nothing fancy. Nothing that said I’m going to be seen. Because I wasn’t going to the training grounds.I told myself it was because I was tired. Because I needed rest. But deep down, I knew the truth, I was avoiding him.I was avoiding those eyes that looked at me like he knew me so well and avoiding the softness in his voice, the way it made somet

CHAPTER NINETY SIXGRAHAMFor the first time in what felt like months, my office wasn’t suffocating.Sunlight spilled through the blinds, casting long golden lines across the desk. Papers lay untouched, reports unread, a pen rolling slowly near the edge of the table, forgetting the moment I let myself think about her.The way her voice had trembled. The fire behind her pain. The bravery in her honesty, even when her words cut straight through me like claws to the chest.She’d let me stay. Just sit there. That alone felt like more than I deserved.I leaned back in my chair, letting a small smile tug at my lips. A real one this time, not one I wore out of habit or for control. Just… peace and a sliver of hope.A soft knock at the door snapped me out of it.I straightened instinctively, adjusting my shirt collar and brushing a hand through my hair. My smile widened before I could stop it.I was expecting Zoey. Only, it wasn’t her.The door creaked open and in stepped Nicole, with her per

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHTZOEYWe didn’t plan it.One second I was leaving his office with too much in my chest, and the next, I found myself standing on the porch beside him as the moon carved silver edges along the world.Neither of us said a word at first.The night air was cool against my skin, carrying the fresh scent of the air after rain and something faintly sweet from the greenhouse behind the pack house. The noise of the world had fallen away, replaced by crickets and the distant rustle of leaves.Without thinking, I started walking and Graham fell into step beside me.We walked past the training field, quiet now, the sand smooth and undisturbed. Past the garden with its stubborn patch of herbs and flowers that refused to bloom. Our shoulders brushed occasionally, but he didn’t try to take my hand this time.It was… peaceful. Almost dangerously so.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the pack this quiet,” I said softly, breaking the silence.“They sleep easy when they think everything’