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Chloe.The car sped toward the palace, and every bump in the road made my heart climb higher into my throat. I sat in the backseat, staring out the window at the dark trees passing by. I looked like a woman returning home, but inside, I felt like a lamb walking straight into a slaughterhouse. I reached up and touched the small gold stud in my left ear. It looked like a normal earring, but it was my only lifeline in this den I was entering. It was a tiny communication device given to me by Rex. On the other end, miles away, the three brothers were listening to every breath I took. How did I get here? I thought to myself. I still couldn't believe it. Black—the man I had loved and cherished, the man I thought was my ticket to the top—had intended to kill me? He didn't want me? Not for the reasons I thought he did? This man saw me and he saw a sacrifice. He intended—or still intends—to rip the life out of me to give himself a wolf. Every time I thought about it, my skin crawled.

Black The corridors of the High Priest’s temple were cold, smelling of old incense and damp stone. I walked with a bounce in my step that I hadn't felt in weeks. My chest was out. My head was high. I felt like a man who had just found a chest of gold buried in his backyard. Oh yes, I did. I found a treasure. A lost treasure. I found the High Priest in the inner chamber. He was sitting on a carved wooden chair, his eyes closed, looking like a piece of ancient furniture himself. He didn't open his eyes when I entered, but I knew he heard my boots on the floor. He knew exactly who just came in. "She is back," I said, my voice echoing off the high ceiling. The old man didn't move. "Who is back, Alpha?" "The girl," I snapped, feeling a bit of my patience slip. "Chloe. The one we were going to use for the original plan. She’s back, and she is in the palace as we speak." The High Priest opened his eyes then. They were milky, like two marbles. He looked at me for a long time befo

DebbieThe door to the guest wing opened with that same slow, heavy creak. I didn't move from the bed. I was staring at the white ceiling, trying to count the seconds of my life as they slipped away. The old woman walked in, her footsteps dragging on the floor. She wasn't carrying the thin broth this time. She was carrying a heavy wooden tray. "I brought what you asked for, King-maker," she said. Her voice was soft, almost kind. I sat up slowly. My body felt like it was made of lead. "The fruits?" She nodded. She set the tray down on the bedside table. On it was a bowl of steaming rice with meat and thick soup, but beside it was a plate of apples and oranges. And there it was. A small, sharp paring knife with a silver blade. It looked beautiful to me. It looked like a key to a door I was desperate to open. "Thank you," I whispered. The woman reached out and touched my shoulder. Her hand was dry and cold. "Eat up, child. I am glad you are coping. I am glad you are starting to

Chloe.i stood by the large window of the suite, watching the sun crawl up over the palace walls. It was 8:00 a.m. The air already felt heavy, like the world was holding its breath for the full moon tonight. Behind me, I heard the click of Black’s expensive shoes on the marble floor. I turned around, putting on my best "innocent" face. "I need to go out for a few hours, Black," I said softly. He stopped in his tracks, his forehead wrinkling into a deep frown. "No. You're not going out, Chloe. It’s the day of the ritual. The palace is under total lockdown. My father has guards at every corner of the pack territory. You know it’s not safe." "I just need to get a few things," I insisted, walking toward him. I reached out and traced the collar of his silk shirt. "It’s for tonight. After the ritual... when everything is over and you are the King of Kings... we’re going to be alone. I want to have something special to wear for you. A surprise." Black looked down at me. In his eyes,

Rain We followed Rex to the far back of the room, through a heavy sliding door. He pushed aside a pile of crates, revealing a heavy iron door. He punched a code into a keypad, and the door hissed open. Beyond it was a tunnel. A real, deep, professional-grade tunnel. Like, I mean a fucking tunnel in this building. I froze, sharing a look with River. "Rex," I said, looking into the darkness. "Is this part of the building's original plan?" "No," Rex said, stepping into the tunnel. We kept moving. The deeper we went, the more the ground sloped down. I could hear the faint sound of water dripping. The walls were reinforced with steel beams. "Don't tell me you did this," River said, his voice echoing. "You've had this place all this while? Where does this lead to?" "You'll find out," Rex said. "No, we don't want to find out." I stopped walking. He did, too. We all paused in the middle of the hole. "What is this, Rex?" I asked. "Where is this? And when did you do this? We’ve lived he