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—AVERY’S POV— The night was thick with silence as Jayden drove through the empty streets. The headlights sliced through the darkness, and my heart thudded painfully in my chest with each passing second. My hands were cold and clammy despite how warm the car was.Jayden’s voice broke the silence. “We’re here,” he said quietly, pulling the car to a stop. He looked at me through the rearview mirror. “The man we’re looking for is Mr. Ruz.”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. Mr. Ruz. The name alone sent a chill down my spine.When we got to the entrance of the large building, two burly bodyguards blocked our path. They were tall, muscular, and clearly suspicious of newcomers.“Invitation?” one of them grunted, holding out his hand.Jayden didn’t flinch. He calmly reached into his pocket and handed them an ID card with a confident smirk. “Evening. I’m here for the auction. My girlfriend and I got an invite from Mr. Ruz’s associate.”The guards stared at him for a moment, th

—DAMON— The night air was thick and cold when I stepped out of the mansion, heading toward the parking lot. We've got another lead about my son’s whereabouts. I had barely opened the door when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Seeing the caller ID made my brows knit together.I hesitated for a second before swiping the green icon and held the phone to my ear. “Grace?”Her voice came fast, trembling and panicked. “Alpha Damon, you have to save Alice!”My entire body stiffened, my heartbeat slowing for a moment before it picked up hard again. “What happened?” I demanded, my voice already darkening with a growl.“She came to the underground werewolf auction,” Grace said between breaths. “I don’t know why, but she said she was looking for a man named Mr. Ruz. It’s been three hours, Damon. Three hours—and no one’s seen her.”My pulse spiked. I didn’t even wait for her to finish. “I’m on my way.”I hung up before she could say another word and opened the car door sharply.Lucas, who’d been hal

—AVERY— The first thing I felt was the softness beneath me. Sheets. Silky, smooth, and far too comfortable. My eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me was high, painted ivory. A chandelier hung in the middle, glittering faintly in the soft morning light.Where am I? My heart began to race. I sat up quickly, wincing at the soreness that ran through my body. The faint scent of cedar and something deeply masculine lingered in the air. It was unfamiliar yet disturbingly comforting.Then I looked down.My breath hitched. I was wearing a man’s shirt. Big, white, and loose, slipping down one shoulder. Beneath it, nothing but my bare thighs. Panic struck hard.“What the—” I whispered, clutching the sheets. My mind raced back to the last thing I remembered: Mr. Ruz, Kira, the injection, the burning heat tearing through me. Before I could fully process it, the bathroom door opened.I froze.And came out…Damon. Water dripped from his wet hair, rolling down the hard lines of his chest, di

—AVERY— It had been a week since I returned to the White Claw Pack.Seven long days.Seven long nights.And every single one of them felt like a weight pressed on my chest.My room was big and bright, the walls were a soft cream color, and the whole place smelled like fresh flowers… but none of it made me feel anything. I just sat on my bed, knees pulled up to my chest, staring at nothing. Every day felt the same—quiet, heavy, empty.My son was gone.The thought alone made my chest twist painfully. Some nights I woke up breathless, thinking I heard Liam crying. Some mornings I touched my heart like I could still feel him calling to me.Goddess, I missed his tiny hands. His little sleepy face. His light giggle.My throat tightened. The loss burned like fire.A light knock came on my door.“Alice? May I come in?” my father’s deep voice said.I blinked and quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand. “Yes… come in.”Alpha William stepped in. He always looked powerful, even with the

—AVERY—The car engine roared the moment I hit the road, but I barely heard it. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, my fingers stiff, cold, shaking. I couldn’t stop trembling. My whole body felt like it was buzzing with panic, like something inside me was screaming and wouldn’t stop.I kept heard Liam’s cry in my head.“Alice… Alice!”My chest twisted painfully. I stepped harder on the accelerator. The speedometer jumped. Trees blurred past on both sides of the deserted road as I rushed toward the city.“How am I supposed to do this?” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling.How was I supposed to kill Damon Sinclair?Yes, Damon had hurt me. He had broken me too many times, made me cry, made me question myself. Sometimes I wanted to hurt him back so badly because of everything he put me through.But kill him?Kill the father of my son?I shook my head as tears blurred my eyes. “No. I don’t have that kind of heart,” I said quietly, my voice cracking. “I can’t. I can’t kill him.