Alexei's POV The room was heavy with the scent of lavender and the salt of unshed tears. My heart hammered against my ribs, a dull, aching thud, as I watched Novel. She was coiled tightly on the silk duvet, a small, trembling figure lost in a sea of blankets. Seeing her like this….. broken, sobbing into the pillows, tore at my soul. I hated it. I was her Alpha, her protector, yet I felt powerless against the grief that had swallowed her whole.As I reached out to brush a stray hair from her face, my mind began to spiral into dark, jagged places. A poisonous thought took root: was Viktor hiding something? The realization hit me like a physical blow. If Novel was in this state, it had to mean my trust had been misplaced. Viktor, my closest confidant, had given me a photo that he claimed was Maxillo, but it wasn't. The seeds of suspicion began to grow. Was it possible? Could Viktor actually be the enemy?I leaned in, trying to drown out the doubt by focusing on her. When our lips met,
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