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Chapter Twelve ~~Aria pov ~~ The records department had gone utterly silent. I could feel it pressing in on me, heavy and suffocating. Every person on the floor had heard. Every person was staring at Clara and me with expressions ranging from shock to open speculation. Clara turned slowly to face me. Her eyes were wide, her face pale beneath her perfect makeup. “What,” she said slowly, each word sharp as a blade, “did you do?” “What do you mean, Clara?” I asked, genuinely confused. “I didn’t do anything.” “He looked at you. He said he found what he was looking for while looking at you.” Her voice rose, her composure cracking. “You. The wolfless defect. You somehow…” She stopped abruptly, clearly remembering we had an audience. With visible effort, she smoothed her dress and forced her expression back to neutral. “We’ll discuss this at home,” she said quietly, though there was murder in her eyes. “And you’re going to tell me exactly what you did to manipulate him.” “Clara, I

Chapter fourteen~~Lyrian pov~~I stood shirtless before the floor to ceiling window of my penthouse, my hand pressed against the mark that had appeared on my chest exactly three hours and forty seven minutes ago.It burned, not painfully, but intensely, a constant reminder of the bond that was finally, finally forming after centuries of searching.I felt the exact moment it appeared. After the tour at the company, the next schedule was a meeting with the highest ups of Silvercrest City. The meeting was important, and it lasted for a long time. It was during the meeting that the bond suddenly flared to life. I barely managed to maintain my composure, ending the meeting with clipped efficiency before retreating here to process what had just happened.She had accepted it.On some level, conscious or not, Aria had accepted the bond.My Aria. My Luna. My mate, returned to me after lifetimes of searching, hoping, and refusing to give up even when everyone told me I was chasing ghosts.Thou

Chapter sixteen“What about your sister?” someone asked. “Isn’t she competing too?”The room fell silent. Clara’s expression didn’t change, but something cold flickered in her eyes.“Oh, Aria,” she said, her tone dripping with false sympathy. “Yes, Father thought it would be good for her to participate. Give her a chance to feel included, you know?” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Between us, I think he’s hoping the experience will help build her confidence. The poor thing has struggled so much with being wolfless.”“But won’t she just embarrass herself?” someone whispered.“Probably,” Clara admitted with a delicate shrug. “But sometimes we have to let people fail so they can learn their limitations. It’s cruel to be kind, as they say. Better she understands now that some positions are simply beyond her capabilities.”Laughter rippled through the group. Not malicious exactly, but careless. The kind of casual cruelty that came from wolves who had never been at the bottom of th

Chapter Eighteen~~~Aria pov~~~I stood in the garden alone after Lyrian left, unable to process everything that had happened and all that he had said.None of it made sense.Every time we met, he said something unbelievable.First, he said I was not wolfless, that my wolf had been suppressed. But by who, and why?Second, he said he had known me for lifetimes. Was it related to the dreams I always had? Was I really the woman in those dreams? Were they truly dreams, or memories?I had to find out the truth and the mystery behind the dreams, the mate bond, and my connection to Lyrian. I decided I would not let myself be dragged along blindly.I chose not to return to the feast. Instead, I went back toward my room, determined to digest everything on my own.I did not make it far before Kaelen found me.He appeared at the end of the hallway like he had been waiting there all along, his face dark with an emotion I had never seen on him before. Something between fury and desperation.“Kaele

Chapter TwentyThe atmosphere in the Silvercrest pack house changed overnight.I noticed it the moment I descended the stairs the morning after the feast. The usual clusters of wolves gossiping over breakfast fell silent when I passed. Eyes tracked my movements with a mixture of curiosity and something darker. Fear maybe. Or suspicion.I grabbed a piece of toast and a cup of coffee, intending to eat quickly and escape. But the whispers began before I had taken three steps.I heard fragments. Elders talking. A cursed Luna bond. Every one of them died.My steps slowed despite myself. I positioned myself near a pillar, partially hidden, straining to hear the conversation happening at the next table.Elder Whitmore sat with two other elderly wolves, their heads bent together in hushed discussion. Wolves had excellent hearing, and the pack house acoustics made true privacy impossible.“I’m telling you, the pattern is unmistakable,” Elder Whitmore said, his reedy voice carrying farther than