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TRISTAN"Alpha, what happened?" Daniel’s voice echoed against the cold stone walls of the cell.He stepped over the threshold, his gaze darting from me to the cooling body on the floor. He didn't need to ask if she was dead... the way she lay, limp and final, told him everything.He knelt beside her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her body. "How did she get a blade in here?"I stood there, my chest heaving, the adrenaline slowly draining out of me. I didn't bother answering his question. It didn't matter anymore. "I don't know, and honestly, she just made things easier for us."I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head. It was soaked in Livia’s blood, heavy and sticky against my skin. I dropped it onto the floor, the fabric hitting the stone with a wet thud. Daniel stood up, his face grim. He whistled for a guard standing in the hallway. "Get the Alpha a clean shirt," he commanded, then turned back to me. "Did she say anything before she went?"I looked down at my own body. My

VIVIANNEI forced a smile, though it felt stiff and awkward on my face. Why did it have to be him? Of all the Alphas in the world, why did it have to be the one man I knew through Yelena? I took a breath, trying to steady the sudden erratic rhythm of my heart. "I could ask you the same thing," Alpha Tristan said, his gaze sharp. He looked at me, then at Loren, his expression unreadable. He was trying to piece it all together... the Alpha of Crescent Pack sitting with the director of the hospital where his future wife worked. I cleared my throat, feeling the weight of the moment. It was surreal. My best friend’s soon-to-be husband was sitting here, waiting for a verdict from a man I was bound to by nothing more than a piece of paper. "Well," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I’m the hospital director you were waiting for.""I know that," Alpha Tristan replied. Of course, he knew. He was a smart man, and he knew exactly who managed the staff where Yelena spent her days."And

YELENA I finally understood why Vivianne hadn't mentioned him before. I had spent years working at the Crescent pack, and I knew Alpha Loren by reputation, he was known as a cold-hearted, stern ruler. Seeing him here, standing beside my friend with such a different look in his eyes, was a shock I was still processing. "Here comes our ring bearer," the elder’s voice boomed, pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked toward the entrance, and my heart melted. My baby girl, Claire, appeared in a white princess dress, clutching a small, flower-covered basket. I knew the ring box was tucked inside. "Aww, it’s Claire!" Marie whispered, sounding like the proudest auntie in the world. Everyone in the hall turned to look, their faces softening at the sight of her. Claire took a few steps and then stopped, overwhelmed by all the eyes on her. She blinked, looked at the crowd, and suddenly giggled. "I’m not the bride," she announced loudly. A wave of laughter rippled through the pack memb

YELENA "Guys," Marie started, suddenly calling everyone's attention to her. She looked around the table, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and continued, "Can you believe some of the things my brother did back when he was searching for Yelena?"A ripple of excitement went through the group. Everyone was suddenly very interested, leaning in to hear the secret."What is it? Tell us," Tristan’s father asked, chuckling. Tristan immediately looked embarrassed. He gave Marie a sharp, warning look, but she didn’t look like someone who was planning on backing down. She looked like she was just getting started."One day, I caught him talking to himself," Marie said, lowering her voice for dramatic effect. "I had to move closer to hear what he was saying, and I quote: "I’m sorry, Yelena. I never knew you were someone I needed and wanted all this time. Please, where are you? I promise I will treat you right."Marie perfectly mimicked Tristan’s deep, desperate tone, and the entire table erupted

YELENATristan brushed his hair back with his hand, looking at the screen of Claire’s iPad with a look of mock seriousness. “My network isn’t going,” he said, trying to act like a defeated customer.Claire didn’t buy it for a second. She scoffed, her small face hardening with pure business logic. “Just say you can’t afford it!”Beside me, Tyla shook her head, disappointed in her father, before resting her face against my chest. She clearly thought her father was being very difficult.Tristan made a face, still playing the role. “It’s because it’s too expensive,” he countered, trying to justify his cheapness. “Ten dollars is a lot for a cup of juice.”Claire shook her head, looking at him like he was the most ridiculous person she had ever met. She turned her gaze to me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Mummy, what kind of man did you marry?”I opened my mouth to defend him, but I ended up closing it just as quickly, biting my lip to keep from laughing. The look of utter judgment on my d