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Mabel’s POV“Is that what you really told him?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Heather’s head snapped up. Her eyes flicked nervously toward Zane, but she forced her lips into a practiced smile. Ashley squeezed her hand like a warning.“Yes, Alpha,” Heather said sweetly. “When Lia claimed you belong to her, we had to warn her. She has no mark. She lashed out at us, insulting us in front of others. We only tried to defend your honor.”I stood frozen, listening. Zane’s expression hardened. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest.“That is unsettling,” Zane said evenly. “If any woman dares to stake a claim on me without right, she will face consequences.”Ashley’s grin widened, but it froze the moment Zane added, “Still, this is serious. Doctor Travis reported something different. He told me the two of you were bullying Lia.”Ashley blinked. “That’s not true. He must have misheard. She was the one bullying us. We were only standing up for ourselves. And for y

Mabel’s POV“You think one little kiss is enough payment for eleven guests?” Zane’s voice was low, his arms still locked around my waist.I had just finished explaining the list of visitors. “Tanisha and Trevon are bringing four people. Navy is coming with Max. And Sullivan will join with Tyler and Jamal.”Zane’s frown grew deeper with each name. “Why is Sullivan coming?”I shifted on my feet. “Navy was talking to me, and Max was nearby. He was on a call with Sullivan, and… well, Sullivan asked if he could come. He said he had free time. I already said yes.”Zane gave a stiff nod, though his eyes narrowed. I could feel the tension pressing off him. “Right.”Something about his tone told me he didn’t buy the story. I could tell he was piecing things together in his head. Still, I had no idea what to say to make it sound less suspicious.

Mabel’s POV“Clara will wait for you after breakfast to get instructions about the rooms,” Zane said.I felt my lips twitch, but I forced myself not to frown. He noticed, of course, and kept watching me.“Fine,” I muttered.“If something is bothering you, you can tell me,” he pressed.I shook my head against his chest. Clara hadn’t done anything serious besides showing too much skin and poking her nose into places it didn’t belong. Annoying, yes, but not something I wanted to complain about.“I was just thinking about Nelle,” I said instead.His eyes narrowed. “What about her?”“I’m sure she’s uncomfortable with Trevon and Lina coming here.” I tilted my face up. “You said you’d talk to her.”Zane sighed. “After breakfast I need to check in with the warriors. It’ll take about

Mabel’s POV“Who goes there?”The sharp voice cut through the trees, and I dropped into a squat before my brain even caught up.I froze, every breath trapped in my chest.Through the bushes I had seen them. Four men. At first I thought they were part of our patrol, but something was wrong. Zane told me the warriors usually run in wolf form, and when they’re human, they wear the same dark gray shirts. These men wore green and brown, blending into the forest.Not ours. Rogues.My pulse hammered in my ears. What were they doing this close to the packhouse? Zane always said they slipped through the borders, but with patrols circling nonstop, I never thought I’d actually face them.The men whispered, their voices low and restless. The breeze carried fragments: avoided… no time… find it. My stomach flipped. Whatever they were after, they weren’t supposed to be here.I

Mabel’s POV"Tell me the truth about him," I whispered, my eyes locked on Zane.Vivian’s hands gripped the wheelchair handles tighter as she pushed me inside. Doctor Travis held the door open while two warriors moved aside. The scent of sterile medicine hit me the moment I entered, sharp and cold.Tyler Clara from the sofa. "How are you holding up, Mabel?"I barely heard him. My gaze was pulled straight to the bed. Zane lay still, wrapped in bandages, wires snaking from his body into blinking machines. His chest Clara and fell, shallow but steady. My breath caught.That was Zane. The man who used to grin at me, tease me, make me feel like the world wasn’t crushing me. Now he was pale, broken, silent. And it was my fault.He told me to stay safe. He warned me about rogues. I ignored him. I saw again the knife plunging into his stomach, the way he still glared at his attackers even as blood spread. That image