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BELLADONNALuna Sophia wore bitterness all over her face when she found me standing in front of her office. Silently, she let me in. I was sure she'd seen herself how her son dumped me in front of everyone."I beg you to convince Ryder to talk to me, Luna."My shoulders were shaking with the turmoil raging in my head. Before I came here, I had gone to Ryder's room, to his office, to the library, but he had vanished. His beta, Liam, said Ryder had left to fulfill his new duties as an Alpha. Whatever it was, he did it to avoid me."Take it easy, Bella." Luna Sophia sighed, sitting beside me. "If you keep this unstable mood, of course, he won't want to see you!"I looked at her, tears streaming from my eyes.She was the mother figure I had known for the past six years. The only person I could pour my heart out to, because the Edgeburn family was all I had after my parents died when I was twelve. My father was her husband’s beta and we lived next to each other, so she did me a favor by a

BELLADONNAI dashed out of the apartment in a panic outburst. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my vision blurred with fear. Mary, Iris, and Andy were gone. I’d checked every room, every corner, and I found nothing. Nothing but their absence.This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn't be happening! I raced to Mrs. Cooper’s door next door, banging on it like a madwoman. The frail wooden door rattled under the weight of my desperation.“Mrs. Cooper!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Mrs. Cooper, please open the door!”Each second felt like a punch to the chest, time dragging painfully slow. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing her kindly face—though now laced with concern.“Oh, Emerie! What’s wrong, dear?” Her voice was as gentle as ever, but I could barely register it over the pounding in my ears.“My children... the triplets... they’re not in the apartment. Please, do you know where they are? Did you see them leave?”The blood was roaring in my

BELLADONNA The apartment door swung open, tearing through the tension hanging in the air like an old curtain torn by the wind. Ryder released his grip from my shoulder, his arm falling to his side like a burden he'd carried too long, a mix of resignation and frustration. I took a step back, pulling away, trying to keep a safe distance between me and the emotions that were about to spill over. “Good morning.” A man with dirty blonde hair invaded my home with energy as bright as the sun. His eyes darted between me and Ryder. “Am I interrupting?” His voice had a teasing edge to it, as if he could sense something had happened between me and Ryder. “No,” I replied, walking back into the kitchen, suddenly finding the bottle in my hand so interesting to avoid the awkwardness of both men being here. My heart was still racing, but I tried to keep myself busy. Ryder cleared his throat, instantly putting his stoic mask back in place. He gestured to the blonde man and spoke briefly, “Do you