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Chapter 171 Viona's POV Six years. It's difficult for me to believe that so much time has passed since the night I boarded the plane with nothing but a suitcase, my unborn child, and the fire of my resolve. Six years since I walked away from Mirage, from the council, from the ruins of my heart. Six years since I swore I would never look back. And now here I stand, in the middle of a glittering ballroom, applause echoing against crystal chandeliers, my name ringing across the stage. "CEO of the Year," the presenter announces with a flourish, holding up the gleaming award. "For her groundbreaking innovation in cross-species journalism, her ability to merge human, witch, and werewolf networks into one seamless voice, and her unmatched vision in a field dominated by tradition-we honor Viona Silvan." I smile as I step forward, my silver gown flowing around me like liquid moonlight. The cameras flash

Chapter 173 Viona's POV The invitation arrived in a black envelope, its edges gilded in silver. It was discreetly slipped onto my desk, though I had known to expect it. The Annual Global Media Awards-the most prestigious ceremony in the industry-where every CEO, journalist, and broadcaster of renown gathered to celebrate the year's achievements. My assistant, Mara, lingered by the door, her expression unreadable as I slid a manicured finger beneath the seal and unfolded the heavy parchment. "They'll expect you to attend," Mara said. My lips curved faintly, though the smile didn't quite touch my eyes. "Yes. They always do." This year, however, the event carried a different weight. Not because I was nominated again-though I was, for several categories-but because I had made a decision. It would be my last. --- For six years, I had lived beneath th

Chapter 175 Viona's POV The days that followed the reveal of Lyra's existence were filled with a strange, tender warmth I hadn't felt in years. My parents visited often now, slipping into the estate with the same reverence one might reserve for sacred ground. My mother could barely keep her hands off her granddaughter, weaving ribbons into Lyra's hair, teaching her old songs from our homeland. My father, for all his Alpha sternness, melted into something softer around the child. He would sit on the porch with Lyra tucked against his chest, telling her stories of the stars and the pack's ancestors, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Ariel was perhaps the most relentless of all. From the moment he met her, Lyra had become his shadow. He showed up with small gifts -wooden toys, shiny pebbles, even a tiny dagger (which I quickly confiscated). He sparred playfully with her in the gardens, lifting her high in the air until

Chapter 177The boardroom of the Light corporation towered high above the human city, its walls of glass overlooking a sea of skyscrapers. The long, polished table gleamed with documents and tablets stacked neatly, surrounded by men and women in tailored suits-his board of advisors, financial officers, and war strategists.Mirage sat at the head, immaculately dressed in charcoal, his expression cold and unreadable as his advisors droned on about quarterly reports, trade routes, and new alliances. To anyone else, he looked the same as always-detached yet in absolute control, every inch the Alpha of Alphas.But inside, he was elsewhere.Not a word of the balance sheets or proposed contracts sank in. His mind burned with a single image: a little girl's laughter, bright as sunlight, spilling across a birthday party. Golden eyes-no, silver, he remembered now, the light had shifted when she'd turned toward the cake. Silver eyes wide with wonder, innocen