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Ragal Repeat what you just said again. I howl thinking of how deep this would hurt my mate. How do I break the news to her now? "Cammy is dead." He said with a sudden calm I didn't think he had. "How the fuck did this happen, Morgan?" I untied my apron immediately, dumping it on the floor. My eyes fixed on him. "The hospital was under attack." He said slowly, carefully choosing his words. I stared long at him. "Unbelievable, Morgan. I told you often to tighten security around that place." "We did, my king, but the assassins were far more skilled than us." *Impossible.* I groaned loudly thinking of what he had just said. This wasn't some random attack — this was war. War on my territory. "Did they see the men that did this?" I asked. "No, no." Morgan shook his head. "They wore masks with black hoodies." *This wasn't supposed to go like this.* I stared plainly into the air. I had promised her that I would keep her best friend safe, then this happened? Her trust in

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Ragal pov "What are you thinking about?" She asked Her soft glance pulled my focus to her. I scratched my hair nervously, my lips carefully putting the words in order. *Your best friend is dead.* I repeated it in my mind like a recitation. "I think it will work. I mean, my blood cures people — it might help." Her tone rang with excitement. *Tell her, Ragal. Before she gets any ideas..* Leo pressured me from within to spill the truth, but I couldn't. This was the first time she was genuinely happy. I didn't want to end that for her. The death of the only person she had in the world shouldn't be broken down casually. It might wreck her completely, and I didn't want that. "When can I go visit?" She pressed, taking a piece of toast. "After the trial." I said quietly, staring at the food. I knew I wasn't supposed to tell her that yet — and still, I did. "Any news of improvement from the doctors?" she asked curiously. "Yeah, she's doing good but has yet to wake up." I took

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Ragal I nod my head at the little finger pointed at me, her smile broadening. "You didn't do the pinky, it's cheating." She forced my hands open, singling out a finger. She crossed it together with hers, her eyes fixed on mine. "Pinky swear." My jaw tightened. I don't make promises I can't keep. I said nothing. "Your silence." She said when I slipped my finger away from her grasp. "Win the trial first." I cupped her cheeks. A dissatisfied look crept over her face. "Whatever you say." "Good." I grabbed the plates and tray — another excuse to escape the room. The air was suddenly suffocating me. She stopped me. "You cooked. I'll take it down to the kitchen myself." "It's nothing." I waved, feeling hot once more at the thought of staying here and lying to her face. "Something is definitely up with you." I grabbed the tray again. "I feel uneasy about the trial." "Is that true?" She probed suspiciously. "Yeah, what could be the problem?" She studied me, then la

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Raphael "You can't seem to do anything right." I yell as her finger grazed my open wound. "Sorry, I'm trying my best." She says with shaky hands, dabbing my chest with a towel. Fuck. It hurts seeing the woman you love stab you and leave you for dead. I had thought she wouldn't dare do it, that maybe the Hermosa I know was still in that body of hers. Time and time again I was proven wrong. "Ouch." I grimace at the vial touching my exposed chest. I was glad it wasn't her blood — if not, I might not survive it. Her blood was far more potent and powerful than any weapon in the nine packs. I smile, knowing she hasn't fully grasped a bit of what it can do. The knife cut was nothing compared to what I could do for her if everything goes smoothly. "Why did you let her stab you?" Eleanor frowned, cleaning my wound. "I will pretend I didn't hear you." I say sharply. Yesterday she had given us up to the king, made me look like a fool because of one night of pleasure. I regret

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Hermosa The Next Day I woke up the next morning to find several maids crowded around the room. "What are you doing here?" I yawned, still half-asleep. The room was filled with new faces. "Today is your trial. The king asked us to prepare you." The head maid stepped forward with a smile plastered on her face. Was she happy that I was finally going to be out of the way so she could have Ragal all to herself? In her dreams. She brought in a mannequin dressed in white, emeralds sewn along its collar. "This was chosen by the king. He said you have to wear it." Like hell I was going to. White represented innocence — everyone knew that. "Although I prefer something better than this," she chimed in, "we all know it's guilty until proven innocent." "So, this is your gown for today." She clapped her hands and another maid came running with black sandals. "And these too." She dropped them on the floor. My eyes landed on the sandals. These were what prisoners wore in the dungeo

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Hermosa Power was what ruled the world, and without it you are completely useless. Even the king, as upright as he looked, couldn't overturn the council's judgment. I would have to kneel and crawl, begging for mercy I didn't deserve, simply because I had nothing. Life is cruel. I saw the figure of the head maid in the mirror. I hadn't thrown enough soap in her eyes — that was why she was still standing there in her maid uniform, staring at me. *I guess someone hasn't learned their lesson.* I spun around quickly. "Of course I did," she said with sarcasm, "but I can't allow you to prepare alone for the trial of your life." I shook my head. "I am fine on my own. Just leave." "Unfortunately, I can't." She stood her ground. "The king's orders." I wondered whether he had actually sent her or she was imposing herself on me. I had no strength to argue, so I allowed her to dress me. First it was my hair. She dragged and dragged the poor thing out, claiming it was to relax it. I frowne

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Hermosa Pov He held my shoulder as we passed by the garden to the other side of the pack house. A place I hadn't been before. The hall was huge, towering before me. Each stone placed around the other was magnificent. It spread so wide that I was surely going to get lost if I walked alone. His grip tightened on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. "Make sure you do everything right to get convicted of the crime." Why was he interested now, in the trial, today of all days? I didn't trust him not to have something up his sleeve. "Do you think I will do that?" I say quietly as we reached the building. "Of course, you will." He pinched my shoulder. I move away from him, rubbing myself. "That's exactly how I will kill her. Just a tiny potion," and he snapped his fingers, "she dissolves into thin air." "Touching her will mean incurring Ragal's wrath!" I yell at him, afraid that what he said might just be the truth. He smirked at me. "No, Hermosa, that won't happen, because t

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Hermosa Pov Rowen's face folds into a frown as he stood up from where he was seated.His bulging tummy not hiding underneath his clothes sticking out."This Omega attacked me, my Elders!" He points to my kneeling form on the floor.All the Elders nod their heads in approval of his statement, staring at one another."Then explain how she did it." Rapheal's calm and deep voice filled the room."You doubt an Alpha?" Rowen replied in a shaky voice. "Over thissss—""I don't." His deep voice filled the room. "We just want to know how exactly an Omega can beat a tough Alpha like you.""She just apologized." Rowen tightened his fist."That still doesn't make her guilty.""Tell us how."Rapheal probed further. "She attacked me with those fingers of hers, clawing at my skin and drawing blood."My heart caught in my chest. I didn't realize what I had done that day.I had blacked out with no memory of what happened.Found myself on the hospital bed."It's not possible. She's an Omega. Everyone i

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"Death for me couldn't be any better. I will kill Rowen before being dragged into that hellhole with him.""We have all seen the accused herself confess that she indeed laid her filthy hands on Rowen."He paused, looking towards my direction with absolute disgust.His eyes roamed through my skin like I was filth itself. I hate him, I hate this place, and definitely pack politics.I was called "filthy" simply because I didn't spread my legs wide for his Alpha like other women did.He moved past me to Rowen, his face twinkling with excitement, waiting to get his hands on me."Go on," the other Elders urged the speaker."On behalf of the Blackburn Pack, Hermosa is hereby asked to atone for her sins…" he stopped for a while, then continued, "in Rowen's pack."What had I been expecting? Some mercy or justice at last for someone like me? I sniff the tears threatening to fall. No, I wouldn't let them get to me.My eyes were becoming blurry as the guards rushed inside with handcuffs towards m

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Hermosa pov"I ...don't love you, Rapheal. Not anymore." I turn my eyes away from him as he allowed himself to be thrown out of the hall with no objection."All rise." Ragal motioned for the Elders to stand up.They stood up, still muttering amongst themselves, dusting their clothes.I watched them, a thick bile of hate spreading through my body as they took their seats.Ragal took his, while I stood up."An Omega can't rule us." They spoke in low tones, as if scared that Ragal might actually make them lose their position.There was nothing they feared more than losing that useless robe and power."Sshhh." He placed his hands on his lips, shutting them up."Come sit, my wife." He gestured for me to sit on his lap.What game was he playing? I looked at him carefully, to be sure I heard right.He looked dead serious about it. There was no way I would seriously sit there.Everyone was already looking at us. I couldn't care less — this was not what we planned on."Please, Hermosa." He sof

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