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Eirene froze. Her steps halted at the edge of the dim pavement. The streetlights cast a pale reflection over the rain-damp asphalt from the late-afternoon shower, yet she could barely see anything except one thing: the car speeding straight towards her, far too fast and far too close.Eirene's mind registered the situation. Her wolf soul screamed at her to run or move aside. Yet her body did not obey the command. Her legs were as stiff as if they were rooted to the ground. She could not move as the air began to press against her chest, causing her breath to falter.Eirene could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears. Just one step, she thought in panic. Just one step—The car’s headlights were blinding. Their white glare swallowed her vision, making the world around her disappear. She did not hear a horn or the sound of brakes. There were no signs at all that the driver intended to stop or turn the wheel.Eirene’s bo

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Yoren's face hardened. With firm emphasis, he said, “I'm fine.”His words were brief and flat, almost like an order for the conversation to end there and then. However, Ruth was not fooled. She could see that he was unwell, so she decided to stay. Instead, she stood before him, back straight and hands folded in front of her abdomen—a posture she always adopted when about to say something Yoren would not want to hear.“Alpha,” Ruth said softly. Her voice was laden with caution. “Please allow Lady Paige to donate her blood to you.”Yoren did not answer. He remained still, his gaze fixed on the tall window at the side of the room. He watched the sunlight pierce the glass and reflect coldly on the marble floor, while he himself felt no warmth.“We don't know when Eirene will come here,” Ruth continued. This time, her voice trembled slightly, despite her efforts to hide it. “I’m worried your ill

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Fabrizio’s office was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the air conditioner and the cold glow of the computer screen, which was still on. The curtains were half open, allowing the newly risen moonlight to seep in faintly and cast indistinct shadows across his face.Several photographs were scattered on the desk. They were taken from various angles: faces, chests, hands, wounds and crude tattoos belonging to people who were no longer alive. The bodies of the rogues who attacked Eirene were stiff, their eyes staring blankly. Blood had dried on the asphalt, mingling with dust and last night’s rain.Fabrizio stood with both hands braced against the edge of the desk. His gaze was sharp and cold as he scanned every detail, trying to pierce the layers of dead flesh to see the truth beneath.As I suspected, Fabrizio muttered inwardly. They didn’t work individually.Fabrizio picked up one of the photos. He studied the patt

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The examination room fell silent again once the transfusion process was complete. The tubes had been removed, the needles cleaned and the medical equipment tidied away by assistants who left one by one without making a sound. Now, only Yoren and Louise remained in the pale-coloured room that had all too often borne witness to the space between hope and despair.Yoren leaned back against the treatment bed, his upper body propped up slightly by the backrest. His face looked better than it had a few hours earlier; the flush that had risen from the pressure had now subsided. He looked better, even though Louise knew it was only superficial.Louise stood beside the bed, holding a slim tablet displaying the latest monitoring results. She observed Yoren’s heartbeat for a moment; it was now more stable. His blood pressure had also begun to fall back into a safe range.“Alpha,” Louise called shortly afterwards. “How do you feel now?”

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The palace corridor felt emptier than usual. Wall lamps cast a pale glow onto the marble floor, creating long shadows that shifted slowly in time with the unhurried yet purposeful footsteps of someone walking.Fabrizio walked towards Yoren’s chamber. His dark coat was neatly folded over his arm. His face was as calm as ever and his stride was steady. His expression was flat, not betraying any sense of ease, but rather reflecting his habit when his mind was racing through possibilities.Several metres before reaching Yoren’s door, Fabrizio slowed his steps. At the end of the corridor, he saw Ruth just leaving Yoren’s room with Beth.Fabrizio stopped while Ruth closed the door and Beth carefully pushed the medical trolley, its small wheels squeaking softly against the floor. He waited until Ruth turned around, their gazes meeting.For a moment, no one spoke. Fabrizio remained silent, as did Ruth. Yet their eyes seemed to speak, conveying u

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The private room was comfortable and well-furnished. It had plush velvet sofas, a low table neatly arranged with snacks and tall windows with an unobstructed view of the beautiful night sky. Although everything had been prepared with great care, the atmosphere felt far too quiet for Paige’s taste.Paige lounged casually on the sofa, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. In her hand was a small plate filled with sliced fruit and biscuits. She picked up a piece of fruit and chewed slowly, as if nothing in the world were important enough to make her hurry.Across the room, Naomi stood tall. Her posture was flawless: back erect, hands folded in front of her body, and a neutral expression on her face.For several moments, neither Paige nor Naomi spoke. The room was wrapped in a silence that felt different somehow. The tension lingered, constantly present like stretched-too-tight air.Paige glanced at Naomi from the corner of her eye, then let out a s

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Sabrina opened the apartment door with one hand. Her bag hung from her shoulder and she looked weary after a full day of work. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the scene in the living room.At that moment, Irene was sitting on the sofa at a slight angle. Her left arm was wrapped in a thin bandage and several reddish scrapes were visible on her shin. In front of her, Chloe was crouching down, carefully fixing the last bandage in place.“Oh my God!” Sabrina exclaimed reflexively. She hurried over to Eirene and Chloe immediately. Panic was clear on her face. “What happened to you, Eirene?”Chloe looked up first. “Eirene was almost hit by a car,” she answered quickly. “Luckily, a man helped her.”Sabrina turned and received a nod from Eirene. “Oh God.” She immediately dropped her bag carelessly and moved closer to Eirene. Crouching down to be level with her, she asked again. “But you&rsqu

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Until a short while ago, Paige’s footsteps had echoed softly across the marble floor in time with her heartbeat, which was still warm from the transfusion process. She had just left the palace's private chamber to give her body a moment to rest. A small bandage was wrapped around her arm, almost like a badge of honour. Although her face was slightly pale, her appearance remained impeccable: her hair was still neatly arranged and her dress fell flawlessly over her slender figure. She paid meticulous attention to her appearance, as though her presence that day had been designed for a single purpose: to be seen and acknowledged.Paige walked with her head held high. Her gaze remained fixed straight ahead until Abigail Lawson appeared and made her halt instantly. Abigail stood not far in front of her.Now, the atmosphere felt different. The silence became more oppressive. At the end of the corridor, near a large window overlooking the palace's inner garden, Abigail s

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The Ledger never looked suspicious—that was its advantage. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary bar: a fairly well-established, middle-class entertainment venue with a dark façade, dim lighting, a tarnished signboard with gold letters, and thick glass doors that were always neatly guarded. The music inside was never too loud, providing just enough background noise to muffle conversations without drowning them out. People came dressed neatly; some still wore their work suits, carrying the scent of the office with them, while others wore simple evening dresses. There was no excessive euphoria or cheap impression.The Ledger's reputation had always been good. It was fairly well known among those who could not detach themselves from the nightlife. However, not everyone truly knew it. Only certain people knew one important fact: the money circulating there did not solely come from drinks.Behind the crystal glasses and muffled laughter, other transactio

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The car door closed softly yet firmly. A palace guard bowed respectfully before stepping back.Paige sat perfectly upright in the back seat. Her back was straight and her chin was slightly lifted—the posture of someone unaccustomed to defeat.As soon as the door shut, the driver pulled away, leaving the grand, silent grounds of Velmora Palace behind. The palace lights slowly receded, turning into golden dots beyond the rear window.Paige clicked her tongue softly. “Damn Abigail,” she muttered, irritation evident in her voice. “It seems she really hasn’t given up on chasing the Alpha.”Leaning her head back against the seat, Paige stared straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the road but not truly seeing it. Her fingers were clasped in her lap. Her well-manicured nails lightly gripped the fabric of her dress.“Does she think she can compete with me?” Paige let out a small, humorless laugh. “Keep drea

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