Semua Bab LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 51 - Bab 60

LORENZO "Elena is dead," I repeated, my voice hard. "I saw her body. I buried her." "But what if you didn't?" Lexi pressed, tears streaming down her face. "What if it was all a trick? What if she's been alive this whole time?" I felt Olandria's hand slip from mine, and when I looked at her, I saw the devastation on her face. She believed it. She actually thought our bond might be fake. "No," I said firmly, reaching for her. She stepped back, and it felt like a knife to the chest. "Ollie, don't. Don't listen to this." "But what if it's true?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "What if the Moon Goddess didn't pair us? What if someone forced this bond with magic?" "That's not possible," I insisted, but doubt was creeping in. Maria was a witch. Blake had access to dark magic. What if they'd manipulated everything? "The woman showed me things," Lexi said desperately. "She knew about the scar on your ribs from when you fought that rogue when I was ten. She knew about Mom's favorite s

OLANDRIA I woke up gasping, my whole body jerking like I'd been electrocuted. The fever was gone. The pain was gone. Everything that had been wrong suddenly felt... right. "What—" I started to say, but then I felt it through the bond. Lorenzo. Running. Desperate. Coming for me. The door burst open, and there he was. Covered in blood. Chest heaving. Eyes wild with fear and relief and something darker. "Enzo," I breathed. He crossed the room in two strides, falling to his knees beside the bed. His hands came up to frame my face, shaking so badly I could feel the tremors. "You're okay," he choked out. "You're okay." And then he broke. My strong, powerful Alpha crumbled before me, his face pressing into my lap as sobs wracked his body. He was shaking so hard the whole bed trembled with it. "I thought I lost you," he sobbed into my thighs. "I thought—fuck, Ollie, I thought—" "Shh," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm here. I'm okay. You saved me." "I killed h

LORENZO The rogues didn't stand a chance. They came in waves, snarling and snapping, their eyes wild with bloodlust. But my pack was ready. We met them at the border with teeth and claws and absolute fury. Blake was in the center of them, that massive black wolf I'd recognize anywhere. He locked eyes with me across the battlefield, and I saw the challenge there. The promise of violence. Good. I was going to enjoy ripping him apart. The battle was chaos—blood and fur and the sound of bones breaking. But my warriors were well-trained, and the rogues were disorganized. Within minutes, we had the upper hand. I fought my way through the carnage, my focus solely on Blake. When I finally reached him, he shifted back to human form, his body already covered in wounds. "You took everything from me," he snarled. "And now I'm taking your life," I said coldly. He lunged, but he was already too injured, too slow. I caught him mid-leap, my claws sinking into his chest. He screamed,

CHAPTER 58 LORENZO I couldn't fucking sleep. The office couch was uncomfortable as hell, but that wasn't the real problem. The problem was the gaping hole in my chest where Olandria should be. The mate bond ached like a physical wound, pulsing with our separation. I'd tried to distract myself with paperwork, with reports from the battle, with anything that would keep my mind off the fact that my mate had kicked me out of our bed. Nothing worked. Around midnight, I gave up and just lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying the argument in my head. *You're overreacting.* Fuck. What an asshole thing to say. She'd tried to tell me her feelings, tried to explain why Sierra bothered her, and I'd dismissed it. Made her feel like she was crazy for being upset. Through the bond, I could feel that she wasn't sleeping either. Could feel her misery and regret and stubborn anger all tangled together. I thought about Sierra's behavior at the party. Really thought about it this time. T

CHAPTER 60 LORENZO Marcus was one of my oldest friends. We'd gone through Alpha training together, had fought side by side in territorial disputes, had gotten drunk and made stupid decisions in our youth. When he'd called asking to discuss a potential alliance between our territories, I'd been genuinely excited. I thought Olandria would like him. I was wrong. The moment I introduced them, I felt her walls go up through the bond. Her smile was tight, her handshake brief, and the warmth that usually radiated from her was conspicuously absent. "It's wonderful to finally meet you," Marcus said, his natural charm on full display. "Lorenzo hasn't stopped talking about you since we got in the car." "That's nice," Olandria said flatly, then turned to me. "I'm going to go change." She disappeared upstairs before I could respond. Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Did I say something wrong?" "No," I assured him, confused. "She's just... I don't know. She's not usually like this." But as the d