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***DANTE***The ride back from the border patrol was long and dark. The "urgent" situation had been a false alarm—a stray deer, not a rogue scout. A waste of time. My mind hadn't been on the woods anyway. It had been back in the pack house, in my room, with Irene. After last night, after the raw, healing connection, I felt a fragile peace. The doubts were quiet, for now.I walked into the bedroom, expecting to find her asleep, maybe waiting for me. The fire was low. The bed was empty. The sheets were cold.A frown creased my brow. "Irene?"Silence.Maybe she was in the bath. I checked. Empty. A prickle of unease went down my spine. It was late. Where would she go?I walked out into the corridor. A young maid was dusting a sconce. She jumped when she saw me."Where is Miss Irene?" I asked, my voice calm but with an edge.Her eyes went wide with fear. She looked down, wringing her cloth. "I… I do not know, Alpha. Perhaps in the gardens?"She was lying. I could smell the sour tang of h

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IRENE*****Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through thick, murky water. The first thing I felt was the deep, tender ache in my skin, a burning rawness everywhere. Then, the sharper, throbbing pain on my cheek. Memory followed—the slam of the door, Seraphina’s furious face, the harsh scrape of the brush, the scalding water, the sting of her slap.A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.“You’re safe.”The voice was low, gentle, familiar. Not Dante’s.I forced my eyes open. The room was dim, clinical. A hospital room. And sitting in a chair beside the bed, looking pale and tired but alert, was Rowan.“Rowan?” My voice was a dry croak. “What… how did I get here?”“I found you,” he said simply. He reached for a glass of water with a straw and held it to my lips. I drank gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my raw throat. “In the garden. You were in a bad way. I brought you straight here.”The memory of collapsing by the kitchen herbs, shivering and humiliated, flo

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IRENE******The days passed in a slow blur. The maid Dante assigned, a kind, silent woman named Elara, was gentle as she helped me bathe and apply the soothing salves to my raw skin. The angry red burns faded to pink, the bruise on my cheek turned yellow and then vanished. My body was mending.But the house felt different. Empty. Dante was a whirlwind of activity, dealing with the fallout from Seraphina’s punishment and the increased Northern Pack threats. Rowan, now mostly healed, was always at his side, the two of them a united front. I was safe, cared for, but alone with my thoughts in the vast, echoing pack house.The whispers about Seraphina were everywhere, even though no one spoke of her directly to me. She was a ghost story now. The beautiful, powerful lady who had crossed a line and vanished into the cold mountains.Late one evening, as Elara brushed my hair by the fire, the question I’d been holding back finally slipped out: “Elara… where is she being held? Before she’s

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