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Chapter Sixty One

MaxThe room smelled like antiseptic and sorrow.I paced at the foot of the bed like a caged animal, my claws nearly breaking through the pads of my fingers as I clenched and unclenched my fists. Valerie lay motionless on the bed, her soft human frame so small against the crisp white linens of the pack hospital wing. A sedative had finally calmed her shuddering sobs, but not before I’d heard her scream my name like it had been torn from her soul.“Alpha,” the pack physician said quietly, stepping away from her bedside. His voice was grim, his expression even worse.I turned toward him, heart thudding painfully in my chest. “Is she all right?” My voice came out lower than usual, rough from the fear tearing through my gut. “Is the baby all right?”The doctor motioned for me to step away from the bed, and I obeyed reluctantly, casting one last glance at Valerie’s pale face. Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing shallow but even now.“She’s physically unharmed,” the doctor said. “T

Chapter Sixty Two

Valerie The world around me is a blur. I hear voices, muffled like I’m underwater. I feel arms strong, warm, too familiar lifting me, and I flinch, curling into myself like a wounded animal. But I’m too weak to fight. My body’s given up, retreating to a place where nothing can touch me.Somewhere between the numbness and the quiet, I hear him. Max.His voice is a low rumble against my ear, frayed with concern. He says my name like a prayer. “Valerie... baby, I’m here. I’ve got you.”But I don’t want him to have me. I don’t want any of this. I close myself off, fold into the void, and drift.When the darkness finally loosens its grip, I find myself in a bed. Not the hotel room, not the sterile confines of a hospital. No. The soft scent of pinewood, leather, and something darker, his scent wraps around me like a curse. My eyes snap open.The familiar carved ceilings and rich earth-tone walls confirm what my gut already knows.I’m back in his pack house.His home.Our home.The same pla

Chapter Sixty Three

MaxA sharp pain stabbed through the side of my neck as I shifted in the chair, the stiff fabric creaking beneath my weight. I rolled my shoulder, trying to work out the knot that had formed from sleeping upright, and dragged a hand down my face, the rasp of stubble catching on my palm.I stayed up all night. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.Valerie had barely stirred since I carried her back from that gods damned warehouse. Her body limp. Her skin cold. Her spirit… shattered.She wouldn’t let me touch her. Every time I reached for her, she flinched like I was one of the monsters who’d taken her. And maybe I was. Not the one who laid a hand on her but the one who accused her. The one who didn’t protect her. The Alpha who failed.I swallowed down the lump rising in my throat and looked toward the bed.Empty.For a second, I couldn’t move. I blinked, hoping I was seeing wrong. But the mattress was undisturbed, the blanket folded back neatly. Too neatly.“Valerie?” I shot to my feet

Chapter Sixty Four

ValerieI don’t remember leaving the room.One moment I was staring at the man I thought I loved, the man who made me feel safe, cherished, even adored and the next I was out in the bitter night, the soles of my feet stinging as they met the cold stone of the garden terrace.I didn’t grab shoes. Or a coat. Or think.I just ran.The sharp air knifed through my nightgown, but the real chill was already inside me. It bloomed in my chest, spread through my limbs, and froze everything warm and good within me.I sink onto a stone bench tucked beneath an arch of ivy. It’s the place I used to come when I couldn’t sleep, the place where I let myself imagine a life where I belonged. It used to calm me.Now, it feels like a grave.I wrap my arms around myself and press my forehead to my knees, trying to breathe through the ache, the betrayal, the unbearable weight of truth.I remember everything now.The truth came back in a vicious flood, tearing through me without mercy. Max Alpha Max Black, m

Chapter Sixty Five

MaxI stormed into the Silver Fang Hotel with a growl lodged in my throat and fire coursing through my veins. The front desk clerk barely had time to blink before I waved him off and strode straight past the velvet ropes, ignoring the confused murmurs of the staff trying to greet me.They knew who I was. I didn’t need pleasantries.The elevator was waiting, already held open by a wary bellhop who wisely avoided my eyes. I stepped in and slammed my hand against the top floor button, jaw clenched so tightly I could feel my molars grind.Valerie.She was out in the cold.Barefoot. Pregnant. Alone.Because of me.The doors opened and I stepped into the luxury suite usually reserved for visiting Alphas, but tonight it belonged to her. My mate. The woman I failed again.Dorian rose from the armchair in the sitting area, his face unreadable, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. I didn’t bother masking my fury.“Why the hell didn’t you bring her back to the penthouse?” I snarled.His

Chapter Sixty Six

MaxI pace the length of my office like a caged beast, fury and helplessness simmering beneath my skin. I should be with Valerie. I *need* to be with her. But instead, I’m stuck here in my New York office, waiting for Roslyn.Theron is with her. I trust him with my life, and more importantly, with hers. But it’s not the same. I need to see her with my own eyes, need to touch her skin, hear her voice no matter how weak or distant it’s become.She’s here, yet not. Awake, but not present. Her body survived, but her soul... it’s as if it slipped beyond my reach, retreating to a place where even I can’t protect her. A place where she believes I can’t hurt her anymore.My wolf claws at me from within, restless and grieving. Guilt and rage eat me alive.When the door finally opens and Roslyn steps in, I freeze.She’s wearing red lipstick and an eager smile, as if we’re meeting for a date. As if I don’t see the blood on her hands. My jaw tightens, my fists curl, and it takes everything I have

Chapter Sixty Seven

ValerieWhen I next awoke, my mind was clear.It was as if the fog that had wrapped itself around my thoughts had finally lifted. I could remember everything every moment, every word, every betrayal. The haze I’d been drowning in since regaining my memory was gone, and I hated the clarity just as much as I craved it.Because with that sharp awareness came heartbreak.Max’s face surged to the forefront of my thoughts. His anger, the coldness in his eyes when he thought I’d betrayed him… it cut deeper than any knife. I had loved him. Trusted him. Believed in our bond. And he had turned away from me in the moment I needed him the most.I sucked in a slow breath and pushed the covers off my legs. The sheets smelled faintly of pine and something else something wild and familiar. Max. I hated how even the scent of him could make my body ache with longing.I looked around, blinking at the unfamiliar space. The room was spacious and full of soft morning light that poured through tall windows.

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