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“W… what are you doing here?” Damien asked, his fists tightening, anger surging through his veins. His eyes burned with a fury he didn’t bother to hide.Aiden met his glare with calm defiance. “The same thing you’re doing here—trying to find Amelia.” His tone was steady, but his jaw flexed.Damien scoffed. “Amelia isn’t missing. She doesn’t need you to find her. She’s my fiancée, my soon-to-be wife. So stay the hell away from my family’s affairs.”Aiden’s brows rose slightly. “Damien, this is my pack. Amelia being missing is my responsibility as Alpha. And you—” his gaze hardened, “—you’re not married to her yet. Who knows? She might change her mind before that even happens.”Damien’s body stiffened, his muscles coiling like he was ready to strike.Aiden tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Your father-in-law is watching. You wouldn’t want him getting the wrong impression of you before he even gets to know you, would you?”Damien’s eyes flicked toward Beta Greg, who wa

Beta Greg and Gloria stood outside, unmoving, the night breeze brushing against their tired faces. The house loomed before them…large, quiet, too close to the pack house for comfort. Greg’s gut twisted. Every instinct screamed not to set foot on this ground.He couldn’t believe Damien had brought them here—into the same estate where he lived. The same air that Alpha Alaric Miller breathed. The same man who had torn his life apart, ripped his family into pieces, and left scars that never healed.Greg’s jaw tensed. His fist tightened at his side until his nails bit into his palm. But then his gaze drifted to the little boy in Damien’s arms. Arthur. His grandson. The child’s soft curls brushed against Damien’s shoulder as he slept, his small hand clutching Damien’s shirt for warmth. The sight punched a hole straight through Greg’s anger.Gloria looked pale and drained beside him, her shoulders drooping, her steps unsteady. She needed rest. The child needed warmth. And for their sake, Gre

“…I didn’t even say goodbye to my mom,” Amelia whispered again, her voice barely audible as she collapsed against Aiden’s chest. Her body shook with sobs, every breath trembling as though grief itself was tearing her apart.Aiden’s throat tightened. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, his hand moving slowly up and down her back in soft, comforting circles. She buried her face into his shoulder and wept…deep, raw, and broken.He didn’t stop her. He didn’t tell her to calm down or to breathe. He just held her. Let her cry until the storm within her began to quiet.Ten minutes passed—maybe more—before her sobs softened into quiet sniffles. Being close to him somehow made her calm and made her feel less pain. When he finally pulled away, it was only to look at her. Her face was pale and swollen from crying, her lashes damp, her lips trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.Without a word, Aiden brushed his thumb gently

“Aiden!” she yelled, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me down!”He didn’t.Her voice was sharp, desperate—but he couldn’t stop. His arms only tightened around her as he strode through the hall, jaw locked, heart hammering violently against his ribs. Every time her fists struck his back, his pulse surged higher, pain ran through his spine. Each blow wasn’t just anger…it was a reminder of how much she hated him.And still, he refused to let go.The bedroom door slammed behind them. He set her down…gently, like she was made of glass and then turned to lock the door with a quiet click. The key slid into his pocket.Amelia’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “What do you think you’re doing, Aiden? This is kidnapping.”He turned toward her, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something deeper…something unreadable.“No, it’s not kidnapping,” he said, voice low. “I’m trying to protect you.”She gave a bitter laugh. “Protect me? From what, exactly?”He hesitated, his gaze softening for j

Amelia froze. His lips brushed her… soft, desperate, fleeting — like a memory come to life. For a suspended heartbeat, the world stopped spinning. The air thickened around them, drenched with the scent of his cologne and the faint trace of blood on his skin. His breath mingled with hers, warm and uneven, stirring something raw and forgotten deep inside her chest. For that single moment, she forgot to breathe. Every buried emotion…love, anger, loss — collided inside her, rising like a storm she could no longer contain. Then reality hit. Hard. Her eyes widened as her heart lurched painfully against her ribs. She gasped, her trembling palm shoving him back with more desperation than strength. “Aiden, stop—” Her voice cracked, fragile as glass. “I can’t… I can’t do this.” He stumbled a step back, breath heaving, shock flashing across his face. “Amelia—” “No!” The word broke from her lips, fierce and trembling. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. “You can’t just