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Alexandra’s POV I was terrified of my new tattoo suddenly appearing again out of nowhere. Sebastian promised to take me to a powerful witch tomorrow. The thought of finally knowing the answers was both thrilling and undeniably scary. What if it was something bad? Evil? The trail of my thoughts was interrupted by Sebastian, who was driving us to the yacht party. “Did you notice anything change once you got your tattoos?” I thought for a moment before replying. “I started to notice my senses improving. I can see farther, I have perfect night vision. I can hear whispers from far away, and I can smell faint scents I wasn’t able to catch before.” He sighed. “My lycan also said he can feel your spirit’s presence more. Before, it was so faint—like she was a ghost—but now her presence is stronger, clearer.” He squeezed my hand gently to comfort me. “Do not worry, kitten. We’ll figure everything out. In the meantime, stay with me in thd hotel. I don’t want you passing out somewhere

Sebastian’s POVAlphas James and Gregory stopped me to drone on about challenges in their packs, and Alexandra slipped away, clearly uncomfortable among them. Damn, it was a weekend, a party. I’d rather spend the night with my friends and Alex rather than waste it listening to these two old hags. But being royal came with the weight of responsibility, and sometimes that weight pressed down hard enough to choke me.When they finally finished ranting, my gaze drifted against my will, searching for one face. And there she was, Cristine, clinging to my brother’s arm, radiant as ever, dressed like temptation itself. My chest tightened. She was breathtaking, and I remembered the heat of her lips on mine, the hunger of our last kiss. For a moment, the old fire flickered—only to die. For the first time, I saw her clearly. The coldness in her eyes when she thought no one was watching, the way her smiles and words were tailored for an audience. Was she ever herself with me?

Aleksandra’s POV We were approaching the meeting point with the witch. My stomach churned; anxiety was overwhelming. Soon, I would know what was going on with me, and I feared that knowledge so much. I was still shaken from yesterday’s events. Who would have imagined that Mirabel was Sebastian’s fated mate—and that he would reject her? Was it because he had already chosen Cristine? Or because he cared for me? I was afraid to ask him, unsure if I would be able to handle the truth. Sebastian took my hand in his. His voice was low and calm. “Kitten, relax. I can feel your stress, but everything will be fine. I am with you.” I sincerely wanted to believe his words, but a thought gnawed at me until I voiced it aloud. “What if I am some sort of abomination? Or even worse—a monster?” He laughed softly and hugged me, kissing my temple. “You are one of the

Sebastian’s POV I was waiting for Alexandra, planning to collect her from her ballet class. Passing by, I decided to surprise her. I also couldn’t deny that the last few days had been busy for me, and she had been just as hectic, preparing for her exhibition, which was in two days. I missed spending time with her and missed the ease of her company. Somehow, she always brightened my day. She was a good friend—fun, genuine, and real, the kind of presence that could pull me out of any sadness or boredom. Around her, even my sharp edges softened. Her class was supposed to finish at 4 pm, and now it was 4:30 pm, yet she still hadn’t come out. My impatience and curiosity were pushing me to move. Was she still practising? Or perhaps she had lost herself in dancing, as she often did, in her art? I entered the sports club and followed the directions the receptionist gave me to the ballet room. Soft music drifted through the

Sebastian’s POV I entered White. The loud, pounding music and the thick smell of alcohol and smoke instantly irritated my senses, crawling under my skin. Werewolves and humans were drinking, grinding, and dancing, their bodies moving wildly to the deafening beats. The air was heavy, suffocating, thick with sweat and lust. I dialled Laura’s number, but she didn’t pick up the phone. I scanned the area, looking for her. Some couples were already kissing hungrily, touching each other shamelessly. I spotted fingers crawling under dresses, women slipping their hands inside men’s pants, stroking them boldly in plain sight. At one table, a girl was already straddling a guy, riding him wildly, her short dress barely covering their act. Diamonds sparkled in the flashing lights, and everyone was dressed in expensive designer clothes, but despite the glitter, and the reputation of the club as the most prestigious one, to me it still looked more like a cheap whorehouse.