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Melissa.I lowered my head until my forehead nearly brushed the cold stone floor, unable to bear the weight of their gazes, or rather, the lack of them. My shoulders slumped as disappointment crept over my face like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.One by one, every single person in that room turned away from me.Not with hesitation, not with a second thought.Just… turned their backs.Boots shuffled, gowns rustled, and the door opened and closed repeatedly in a steady rhythm, a cruel countdown marking the way they abandoned me. They did not speak. They did not look back. They filed out in a neat line, as if they had rehearsed this moment, as if leaving me behind was the most natural, obvious thing in the world.And when the last of them disappeared through the doorway, silence swallowed the room whole.That was it.Fate had abandoned me once more.It shouldn’t have surprised me—not after everything—but the sting cut deeper than any blade could. If they loved my sister so fiercely, if she w

Caleb.“What the fuck did you just do?” My voice tore out of my throat, raw and vicious, louder than I intended.Amelia flinched like I'd slapped her, but I didn’t care, not in that instant, not when rage pulsed through me like wildfire.Without thinking, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her closer, using the strands like a rag as I wiped myself clean.Her gasp hit the air, small, wounded, but I pushed through my anger with no restraint.“Call Melissa in now!” I thundered the order so loudly I knew the guards outside would scramble to obey.Amelia’s eyes went glassy, moisture pooling until it spilled. “I’m sorry, Caleb,” she whispered, voice trembling like a leaf in a storm.And just like that, the anger wavered, only for a heartbeat. A sharp pang shot through my chest, cutting through fury and exposing something raw and ugly beneath it. I realized I had been rough, too rough.I should have been gentle with her. She didn’t deserve the force of my frustration, but I was too far gon

CAIN.I let out a low, frustrated hiss under my breath the moment the knock echoed from the door, sharp, ill-timed, and irritating as hell. Of all the moments someone could interrupt, it had to be now, right when the air between us thickened and my control trembled dangerously close to snapping.For a second, just one reckless second, I had wanted to forget everything. Forget Amelia. Forget the pack. Forget the rules.I had wanted to lean down and claim Melissa’s lips fully, taste them, devour every soft sound she would make beneath me. To hell with consequences.But the knock jolted me back to reality, slicing clean through the wild haze clouding my mind. I swallowed hard, and a wash of relief followed the frustration, because if I had kissed her, if I had crossed that line fully, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to stop.I tore myself away from her, too fast, too abruptly, before my instincts betrayed me again.“Come in,” I barked, louder than necessary, forcing composure back i

Melissa.I stormed down the hallway, fury pulsing through every stride. My footsteps echoed sharply against the stone floor, the sound almost violent, almost matching the rhythm of my racing heart. My mind swarmed with thoughts, each one darker and louder than the last.Tomorrow.Tomorrow would be the perfect chance.Their guards would be distracted, half-drunk on celebration and pride. The entire pack would be gathered for Amelia, the adored sister, the chosen mate, the bride-to-be. No one would spare a thought for the unwanted twin lurking in the shadows.While they reveled, I would vanish, silently and unnoticed, forgotten—just the way they preferred.I was so deep in my escape plans that I barely saw anything in front of me. I turned the corner too sharply, and collided into someone solid.My breath caught.My heart crashed against my ribs.I lifted my head slowly, too slowly, and my blood instantly ran cold.Standing before me were the last people I wanted to run into.The Alphas

Melissa. The moment they came into view fully, I felt my jaw go slack. I opened my mouth in pure shock, unable to stop myself. It was them—no one else—the triplets’ parents in all their intimidating glory. Their presence swallowed the room like a storm rolling down a mountain. They descended gracefully toward the podium, each step measured, silent, and commanding. Their tailored ceremonial clothes shimmered under the rising moonlight, and whatever expression they carried was carved from stone, hard, unreadable, unquestionable authority. The murmuring crowd that had been buzzing moments ago fell into a tense hush, as though the very air bowed to them. Wolves dipped their heads instinctively, some out of respect, others out of fear. My fingers curled tightly around my dress as my pulse skittered beneath my skin. Whatever reason they had for marching forward with such icy purpose, whatever decision they were about to unleash upon the pack, it had absolutely nothing to do with me, n