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Chapter 11

The air in the hospital room was stagnant. Sylvia nervously bit the joint of her right index finger, pressing down harder until the skin broke and blood mixed with her saliva. She felt nothing; the pain was the only thing keeping her mind clear.She slid silently across the cold floor to the door and peered through the small window.The imposing Gamma guard stood outside like a stone statue, his expressionless face betraying nothing, completely cutting her off from the outside world.Sylvia's eyes darted around, gleaming with the look of a trapped animal. She retreated back to the bed, her fingers tapping uncontrollably and rhythmless against the metal railing, producing a hollow, irregular clacking sound.A week. She had been held captive in this room for seven days, locked away like a prisoner. The windows and doors had been specially treated, sealed tight, with a guard on constant rotation outside.Her phone was confiscated on the first day, and she was completely cut off from re

Chapter 12

Jackson stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window in the Duskwalker family's conference hall, looking down at the glittering lights of the Stormfang Pack's core territory. This was once the seat of the Blackwood family's power. Soon, it would have a new master.The thought of what Liam was about to face—not just financial ruin, but the utter scorn of the entire werewolf community, a trial by the High Council, and possibly even the stripping of his Alpha powers—made an icy, triumphant smile spread across his face.At that moment, the heavy oak door opened silently. His chief assistant strode in and respectfully placed a thick file on the table before him. The document bore the special runes of the Werewolf Council's seal."Sir, all procedures are complete. Based on Liam Blackwood's 'grave misconduct' and the 'potential threat' he poses to the pack, the Council has temporarily authorized the transfer of jurisdiction over more than seventy percent of the Blackwood family's core la

Chapter 13

Meanwhile, Liam sat in the surveillance room of the Alpha Council's Enforcement Division, the massive screen in front of him split into several live feeds: Jackson's press conference, the chaotic scene at Sylvia's apartment, and several other key locations. His face was a mask as he watched Sylvia's collapse and Jackson's lies. His eyes were like a deep lake, showing no emotion.Sylvia's hidden address had been anonymously leaked to the ever-present media by him himself.An officer in the Alpha Council Enforcement Team's uniform entered the surveillance room and handed Liam a document bearing the Council's seal. "Mr. Blackwood, the video evidence you submitted secretly, which records the complete conversation between Jackson and Sylvia and clearly shows Jackson instructing her to steal and forge documents related to the 'Blood Claw' tribe, has been forensically verified as authentic and is crucial to the case."The officer paused. "Based on this ironclad proof, and for his illegal se

Chapter 14

Damine stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, phone pressed to his ear. The moment the call connected, He deliberately slowed my breathing, forcing his voice to sound steady and gentle."Sera," Damine began, the name spoken with a caution he wasn't even aware of. "Have you... seen the news about the Stormfang Pack?"There was a brief silence on the other end, only a faint electronic hum. Then, my voice came through, calm and detached, as if from a great distance. "I don't care anymore, Damine.""My classes here are just so packed, and the projects and assignments are endless. I probably won't be able to come back to visit you for a while."Damine let out a silent sigh, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the phone. He knew I was building walls with my busyness. "That's probably for the best," Damine said, turning his back to the irritatingly brilliant lights outside. "Getting away from all this drama and having some peace is a good thing."He paused, trying to

Chapter 15

In Finland, the winter was long, dark, and exceptionally cold. Outside the window, the world was blanketed in thick snow, a pure white silence that made time feel frozen.I was alone in my studio at school, surrounded by design sketches, fabric samples, and mannequins. I had just finished a round of revisions and was feeling tired.I walked to the window, gazing out at the almost perpetual night. I exhaled a plume of white vapor that fogged a small patch of the cold glass.I unconsciously traced meaningless lines in the mist with my finger.On the table next to me were piles of drafts for my "Broken Wings" collection, all covered in revisions. The mist on the window gradually disappeared, and I turned my gaze back to the topmost sketch on the desk—a butterfly with sharp lines, its form broken, as if its wings had been forcibly torn, struggling with a kind of painful beauty. The charcoal pencil in my slender fingers spun around, and finally, as if making a decision, I added another,

Chapter 16

After a long silence, I spoke softly, my voice a murmur, as if speaking to myself or asking the quiet man behind me. "Do you know... why I chose butterflies for this collection? Especially... broken ones?"Alex put down the sketch he had been examining. His gaze slowly moved from the struggling butterfly on the paper to my profile, and finally, settled on the tattoo behind my ear—a butterfly with a fractured wing, permanently etched there. His eyes held no judgment, no pity, only a profound, focused gaze, as if trying to understand."Because," he said, just as softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, "a butterfly's life is full of pain and transformation.It must endure the darkness of its cocoon, the tearing pain of breaking free, to escape its shell. Only then can its wings become strong enough to fly."He paused, adding, "Even if those wings bear scars that can never be erased. Right?"My fingers, holding the charcoal pencil, trembled uncontrollably.Eight years of love, giv

Chapter 17

Liam stood on the street in Helsinki. Tiny snowflakes landed on the shoulders of his black coat, instantly melting into dark, wet patches.The twelve-hour flight and sixteen hours without sleep made his temples throb with pain, but he paid it no mind.His gaze was locked on a familiar name on the large Fashion Week poster nearby.He had forcibly pushed aside all the mess back home: his father throwing a teacup at him, the Pack Elders' cold interrogations, Sylvia's tearful, pleading calls, and the knowing, disdainful glances of his competitors...He had tasted flavors he had never experienced in his thirty years. He quickly sold several private assets that weren't part of the family business, handed over Pack business to a well-paid Beta assistant, and booked the first flight to Helsinki.He had to come. He had to see me.But reality dealt a heavy blow."Sir, you need an invitation." A security guard in a uniform, tall and imposing, stepped in front of him, his tone formulaic and firm.

Chapter 18

The cold rain fell without mercy on Sylvia, soaking her cheap office suit completely through. It clung to her skin, outlining the trembling contours of her body from cold and fury.She had just been thrown out of the Blackwood pack headquarter building like a piece of garbage, hauled out by two security guards who each grabbed an arm. Her last job, as a clerk at the Blackwood pack office, was gone for good."Leave immediately. Do not tarnish the Blackwood pack's image!" The security chief stood inside the revolving doors, shouting at her through the glass, his face an emotionless mask, his eyes filled with contempt.She struggled to her feet from the slick pavement. Her high heels twisted on the wet ground, sending a sharp pain up her ankle. Rain streamed down her hair, blurring her vision, mixing with the hot, unwilling tears.Passersby hurried by, some casting curious or disgusted glances before quickly walking around her as if she were a plague.Her phone buzzed relentlessly insi

Chapter 19

Helsinki's winter night. Heavy snow fell. The streets were blanketed in a thick layer of white, and the streetlights cast hazy, yellowish halos in the swirling snowflakes.Liam stood motionless across the street, like a statue gradually being covered in snow. His gaze pierced through the snow and glass, locking firmly on the familiar figure in my studio.I was bent over a large drafting table, focused on a design sketch. I was much thinner than he remembered, her profile line sharp and serene.My long hair was tied back loosely at the nape of her neck, a few stray strands falling againstmy cheek. When I occasionally looked up and spoke softly to the man beside mine, the delicate butterfly tattoo behind my ear flickered in the warm indoor light.That man was Alex.He leaned against the table, one hand casually propped on its surface, his body tilted slightly toward me. He was listening to mine, a faint smile on his lips.He would occasionally point to a spot on the drawing, and I would

Chapter 20

Time flows. It was the end of the year in Paris, a city where starlight and interwoven lights shone with dazzling brilliance.My "Broken Wings" collection, as the grand finale, was taking the stage at the highest echelon of Paris Fashion Week.When the final gown drew thunderous applause, I stepped forward for my curtain call as the designer. I had become the most prominent rising star in the global fashion world that year.The backstage was a frenzy of celebration. Staff and models embraced, cheering.I had just stepped off the runway, my face still flushed with excitement.Alex pushed through the lively crowd and walked straight to me.He looked into my sparkling eyes and wore a gentle yet solemn smile. Then, before the watchful eyes and murmurs of everyone around him, he went down on one knee, pulling a deep blue velvet ring box from his pocket.He opened it to reveal a ring of a unique design. The band was artfully crafted into the shape of butterfly wings, and the central diamon

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