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GWEN“As I was saying, I'll ignore the disrespect,Gwen.” Angela spoke slowly, dragging the words as if she wanted me to hang on every single one of them, “the feelings you thought Conan had for you were never what you believed. They were planned from the very beginning. Do you not find it strange, Gwen, how immediately after your rejection you ended up in the Mystic Pack? Do you truly believe that was fate? It was never fate. It was a plan. A carefully laid plan created to bring you here without raising suspicion.”She turned her face towards Conan. “And of course, our dear Alpha Conan knew about it. He was always in the know. The problem was that he was too busy holding on to the ghost of his dead mate, Sarah, to even care about how you felt. He adored her, you know. While you? You were nothing then, and you are nothing now. You should not believe anyone here loves you. You will only be used and discarded. Over and over again.”Her words really got to me, and I couldn't even bring my

GWENThe sun had already risen, but its light did nothing to ease the tension in the air. Blood was everywhere. Some warriors groaned as they were dragged to safety, some lay still and would never move again. Others leaned against broken walls, breathing heavily, barely alive. The ground was stained, and the smell of death was strong, but none of it mattered to me anymore. My body screamed for rest, but my mind refused to stop.Conan came toward me. His boots crushed the bloodied grass under him. I heard him call out, “Gwen—”Before he could continue, I turned and walked away. I did not want to hear his voice. Not now. Maybe not ever.He tried again, “Please, just wait, let me—”I kept moving, faster this time, and did not look back. If I looked at him, if I listened to him, I knew I would break all over again. I needed space and I needed peace. Basically, I needed anything but him.My feet carried me to the healer’s chambers. I had no plan at the moment, all I knew was that I needed

ALPHA CONANWhen Gwen turned her back on me at that moment, something inside me panicked. I knew her too well. If I had let her walk out of that room, she would have locked me out of her heart forever. I could see it in the way she was making no attempt to hear me speak and the way she was ready to walk away. That was why I had to stop her. That was why I carried her, no matter how much she screamed and hit me. It was not because I wanted to control her, but because I knew if I let her go now, there would be nothing left between us.Her words broke me but I knew that I had hurt her more. She accused me of laughing at her, of enjoying her ignorance, of playing with her trust. Each word cut deeper than the last. But I didn't meant to do that. I was going to tell her, I was just cowardly. Funny thing for me to say when I was an Alpha, someone who led one of the strongest packs in the North. I carried her to the study while she shouted that I disgusted her, that I had betrayed her. I w

ALPHA CONANMy own warriors stood ready, their loyalty clear, but I knew the council had come prepared to make an example of me and Gwen. The decision had already been made, and they were only here to enforce it.I stood at the front steps of the house with Gwen behind me. Her breathing alone told me she was scared despite sounding confident. But she said nothing again, and that silence alone tore at my heart. She had already suffered so much, and now they wanted to drag her out in front of everyone as if she was nothing more than a criminal.Darion raised his voice. “Alpha Conan, you are ordered to release Gwen immediately. The council has declared that she must be taken for questioning regarding black magic. This is the last time I will say it Conan. I see you as a son, please don't let it get to this.”I took a step forward. “You know she is innocent. You know exactly who the guilty ones are. Gwen has done nothing wrong.”Councilman Valor scoffed. “Then she has nothing to fear. If

GWEN I couldn't breathe properly as they tied the rope around my neck. I stood on the raised wooden platform the Council had built in the square, my wrists tied in front of me. I could hear murmurs spreading across the crowd. Some whispered fear, some hatred, and some confusion. I tried to steady my breathing, but it felt useless. My chest ached, not from the rope, but from everything that had led me here. Raya was gone, Conan had to protect the pack, and now I was about to die. Councilman Valor’s voice rose above the noise. “Gwen of Riverclaw Pack is hereby sentenced to death by hanging. She is accused of consorting with witches, of using forbidden blood magic, and of endangering the balance of the packs. Let her death serve as a warning to all those who believe they can use magic and think the council won't hear of it.” The crowd grew restless. I felt my knees weaken, and yet I stood still, waiting for it to be over. I wanted to cry, but the tears would not come. My heart was