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Sebastian’s POVThe night was terrible without Alexandra by my side. Betrayal hurt like a bitch, but being away from her hit me even harder. I clung to her scent still lingering on the bedsheets and pillowcases. The emptiness around me was suffocating, like the air itself turned cold the moment she left. I didn’t sleep till the morning—just lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying her voice in my head until my chest physically ached. Finally, when I fell asleep once the sun was already up..."Good morning, sweetheart," woke me up a sweet feminine voice, and I felt warm hands on my back.Alexandra.Lazily, without opening my eyes, I flipped to my back and pulled her closer, and she boldly straddled me. But something was off. The scent was not Alexandra’s.I opened my eyes, shocked. Dressed in a sheer lace camisole, on top of me was Christine.“You remember exactly how good it feels when I’m this close, don’t you?” she purred, grind

Sebastian’s POV"Why did you do that?" I asked my brother when we were finally alone in his study in the palace. Shit, now it was my study.The soft knock at the door and beta Oliver slipped into the room, moving to stand by Xavier.Xavier's eyes were not leaving his beta. The first time, I noticed that my brother looked at him, not like alpha looked to his second at command, but his gaze was full of love and devotion. No, it can't be. I shook my head."Because I am tired to hide, tired to please everyone." Said Xavier softly and took Oliver's hand in his, "I have never been fit to be king. I want to be with my mate and focus on the business. New technology is my passion and...Oliver, of course. You would be a much better pack leader."My jaw flew open. I could not believe what I heard. it looks like everyone around me had own secrets. A sour taste burned at the back of my throat, the ground under me suddenly feeling unsteady. How many tr

Alexandra’s POVIn the evening, I tried hard to pretend that I was okay in front of Arabella, Leo, and my dad. But once I was alone behind closed doors, all my pain spilt onto the canvas.A burning house. A night sky on fire. A crying, naked girl in front of it.I burned my past and grieved the love that was gone. It was time to move on.One day until the charity ball. Five days until Arabella’s and my joint event.“And it was supposed to be a week until our Luna ceremony,” Eilyul whispered sadly.“Eilyul, maybe being a Luna—or loved—is just not for us. The second time I got betrayed before the Luna ceremony,” I replied coldly.“We got betrayed, not you,” she said, her voice laced with sorrow.“Leo betrayed me, but his wolf, Orion, was against it. Maybe Ronan wasn’t supporting Sebastian either. Humans betrayed us, but their spirits stayed loyal. So technically, you’re not the one who was betrayed,” I explained softly.“We are one. W

Alexandra’s POVThe moment I arrived at Riverland Pack, I raced to my bedroom to read my mom's diary, but Eilyul killed the joy."Sasha, I am also excited to know more about mom, but now it is a good time to scout the Shadow Fang area. Sunset—dark to be much visible and but wolves are still awake."I wanted nothing but to curl in my bed and read the diary, but Eilyul made sense.I opened the window, removed clothes and shifted to the sparrow, and zoomed to the sky.It did not take me long to reach Shadow Fang.I flew next to the training grounds, and indeed, many werewolves were training in the human form and wolf form."Too many warriors even for the large pack."noted Eilyul.And yes, too many. Some of them have the same tribal tattoo on their hand."The ones with tattoos are special hired forces. They do not belong to the pack," said Eilyul, "they are definitely up to something."I flew around, focusing to find Nicolas an

Sebastian’s POV The day passed quickly, and I didn’t have time to see Julian. He had already left to collect Samantha from Riverland Pack for the ball. I took a quick shower and was ready in ten minutes. Christine stood by the door, dressed in a red gown that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to her body, glittering under the light, and her long blonde hair fell perfectly over her bare shoulders. Blue eyes, sharp and expectant, met mine as if she were waiting for a reaction. Any reaction. She looked stunning—anyone would say that—but I just couldn’t feel anything. No spark, no pull, nothing that reached past the surface. She smiled, shifting slightly so the slit of her dress showed more of her leg, like she was trying to remind me of what I’d once wanted. But it didn’t work. My mind was somewhere else—with someone else. I could still see Alexandra’s face in my head, hear her laugh, the way she