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IdaraI looked away from him, then sighed deeply, bracing myself before telling the truth.“Marilyn was my friend,” I said, finally meeting his eyes, “and she’s the reason I left where I used to live.”He raised a brow. “And why is that?” he asked, clearly interested.I shrugged, knowing I had to choose my words carefully.“I told people she had a secret child because she provoked me,” I said quietly. “I did it in a way that ruined her upcoming wedding.” I paused, then let it out fully. Yes, I destroyed Marilyn’s chance of marrying Jax.“And why would you do that?” he asked. His face was blank, impossible to read.“Because she was insulting me in front of her guests,” I replied. “She always did things like that, but that day I snapped. I let her secret slip.” The memory replayed vividly as I spoke to Mr Chester.He was the first person I had told this—apart from my mom.I wouldn’t blame him if he judged me. I really had messed up.“And that’s the only reason she’s looking for you?” he

Third person's pov And so, at night, Helio and Danae would slip out together, dressed in dark clothes that allowed them to blend seamlessly into the crowd.Each night, she led him through the pack lands and into the town beyond, showing him a world he had only ever imagined. She taught him things no one else had ever bothered to, how to observe people, how to listen without being seen, how to understand life beyond stone walls and locked doors.With every passing day, the boy grew more curious. And with curiosity came questions, about his life, his existence, and the reason he had been brought into the world at all.During those outings, Danae told him about the pack, about its structure, its rules, and the most important people within it: the alpha’s family.She told him the truth, that he was the son of the Alpha.At first, the boy couldn’t understand it. If his family was so important, then why had he been hidden away all his life? Why had he been locked in a place where no one kn

IdaraHeat flooded my cheeks in an instant, embarrassment burning bright. No—he couldn’t possibly mean to do this here, in the very room that held every fragile memory of his childhood. I wasn’t about to tarnish it, to leave any part of myself on these walls that had known only him.“No,” I managed to whisper, the word trembling.But before I could finish, his mouth crashed against mine, fierce and hungry, and every scrap of rational thought dissolved. He kissed me like he was starving, devouring my lips with a need that stole the air from my lungs.His hands found my waist, firm and possessive, while the other slid to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me. His tongue swept against mine, searching, tasting, claiming, and I met him with the same desperate hunger, my body answering before my mind could catch up.When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard, he didn’t let me go. Instead, he trailed slow, burning kisses down

IdaraHe took me again as if we hadn't done it before, and now everything clicked—why he had such incredible stamina and intensity when we made love. He was truly a novice.My body still quaked as he pulled me close, arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps against his chest.“You should sleep now, cutie pie,” he whispered, voice soft and rough at the edges, lips brushing my temple.I didn’t fight it. Exhaustion pulled me under almost instantly, deep and dreamless.When I woke again, morning light filtered through the tall window in pale golden streaks. My body was pressed against his, warm and solid. I lifted my head carefully to look at his sleeping face.His breathing was slow and even, every line of tension smoothed away. I had never seen him look so peaceful—so unguarded. It made something tender ache inside my chest.Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers and searched for his shirt—the one I’d worn last night. Thankfull

Helio “Do you even hear yourself, Helio?” she snapped, her hands curling into fists as fury churned inside her. “Julio loved me. He loved our family. Stop saying rubbish.”I exhaled slowly and shook my head. “Did anyone ever tell you how he really died?” I asked.She blinked, swallowed hard, nerves rising on her skin.I stepped closer. Her eyes widened as I closed the distance, stopping only long enough to extend the file toward her.She glanced at it, then back at me, refusing to take it.“Your husband died while sleeping with one of his mistresses, Violet,” I said calmly. Her face drained of color instantly, but I wasn’t finished. “And he fathered three children with three different women.”The moment the words settled, her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the floor.Julian wasn’t his only child. He had fathered three more. Of the three illegitimate children my brother left behind, I knew of two daughters. But the third remained a mystery, whoever has all the evidence concerning t