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POV: CarlosThe car drove silently, cutting through the road with the constant sound of the engine and the wind hitting the glass. Outside, the trees passed by in dark blurs, and the glare of the headlights created shadows that moved like specters on the hood. Inside, the air was heavy, too thick to breathe naturally. Valentina was next to me, her body motionless, her gaze fixed on the window as if ignoring me was a form of punishment.I could feel her tension without looking. It was a kind of anger that hung in the air, that made itself felt in the silence. And yet, what really bothered me wasn't her contempt—it was what lay behind it. The shame.I never thought I would feel ashamed of something I had no control over. But there it was, throbbing in my throat, like a metallic taste. Me, the Alpha. Deceived by a woman.Maura.The memory of her hit me like a scorpion sting. The sweet smile, the calculated tone, the voice that always seemed to want to calm me down — all lies. She lied ab

POV: CamilaFor a few seconds, I thought I was dreaming. The room looked the same—cold, silent, enveloped in that smell of hospital and loneliness—but something was stirring inside me. An ancient, muffled presence that I would recognize even after a thousand years of silence.Nyssara.Her voice didn't come as a scream. It was a hoarse, scratchy, almost broken whisper. And yet, it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.“Are you really there?” I murmured, not realizing I had spoken aloud.Valentina looked at me with a frown, but I could barely pay attention. My chest rose and fell too fast, my whole body shaking. There was joy—a desperate, pure joy—but also fear. Because now that the bond was reestablished, I could feel everything. Including what I never wanted to feel: how weak she was.The sound of her heart was irregular, distant. Nyssara was breathing with difficulty, as if each beat were an effort not to disappear. I felt her pain inside me, a dull weight burning beneath my skin.

POV: AnyaI slammed the bedroom door shut. The wood shook, and the sound echoed through the house like a bang. For the first time, I wasn't afraid. For the first time, I wanted him to hear it. To feel the noise. To know it was over.I leaned my back against the door and let the air out, heavy and hot. My hands were still shaking. My throat burned from the words I swallowed. I wasn't going to sleep there anymore. I wasn't going to pretend anymore. I'd rather go back to my old pack as the outcast, the failure, the humiliated one—anything but this shadow he turned into a wife.“Finally,” Selra murmured inside me. Her voice was rough, tired, but alive. “At last you hear me.”“Don't start,” I whispered, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.“I'm not going to comfort you, Anya. You waited too long. Now feel what's left.”I walked to the mirror. My face was red, my eyes swollen, my hair loose and falling over my shoulders. I looked like another woman. One I didn't recognize and, at

POV: MauraThe car stopped in front of the rusty gate, and the headlights still illuminated the undergrowth when the driver turned off the engine. The sound of the engine dying gave me time to breathe before getting out, and I wanted to believe that breath was strength, but it was just fear in disguise. I opened the door and the smell of wet earth and gasoline hit me like an old memory; my heel sank into the damp ground, and mud rose up the sides of my red dress, the same one I usually wear when I want to feign dominance. The cold fabric stuck to my skin, and for a moment I felt angry at myself for being there, for having planned every detail, for knowing how much it degraded me and still not turning back.The lights of the main house flickered at the top of the hill, and the walk to the porch was long enough for me to think about everything I left behind—the comfort of being called Luna even if it was a lie, Carlos's body getting used to my scent, the feeling of having some kind of p

POV: ValentinaI left Camila's room trying not to make any noise, but guilt followed me like a smell that won't come off your skin. I closed the door slowly and the click sounded louder than it should have, as if the simple act of leaving her alone was a betrayal. The hallway was silent, the cold lights flickering at short intervals, and every step I took echoed in my head like a reminder of everything I hadn't done.I went down to the hospital cafeteria because I needed to breathe, or pretend I knew how to do that. The air there was a mixture of stale coffee, medicine, and loneliness—a combination that seemed designed to draw the truth out of us. I ordered an espresso that I didn't drink, just twirling the cup in my hands, watching the steam rise and disappear as if it were an obvious metaphor for my situation.Camila was alive, and yet she seemed dead.The image of her lying in that bed wouldn't leave my head: her pale face, the deep circles under her eyes, the bones of her shoulder