VIVIENNE’S POVI paced my room like a caged predator, bare feet whispering over stone, then turning sharp, then turning again. The walls felt closer with every step, the air heavier, like it was pressing down on my lungs.Crescent Pack.The name tasted like poison.Arrogant. Blood-drunk. Self-righteous bastards who thought power was something you were born with between your legs and not something you earned with brains, blood, and brutality. Men who smiled to your face and sharpened knives behind your back. Men who called themselves allies while sabotaging every step you took forward.They didn’t just oppose me.They hunted me.They smiled at my table, drank my wine, praised my strategy, then went behind my back and pulled strings, poisoned deals, whispered doubts into loyal ears until my empire cracked from the inside. I hadn’t seen it clearly then. Not until it was too late. Not until bodies started falling and names I trusted stopped answering my calls.Alex.Alec.Crescent Pack.F
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