Bella's POVI gripped the knife so tightly my knuckles turned white, the blade steady in my hand as I stared at the faces before me. Jaxon’s eyes burned with fury, Peony looked like she might faint at any second, and my so-called parents stood there with that familiar mix of calculation and false righteousness. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made my wolf stir restlessly inside me, ready for blood if it came to that.For a long moment, no one moved. My heart hammered against my ribs, but not from fear. Not anymore. I had nothing left to lose. The old Bella—the one who cried and begged and hoped for mercy—was dead. This version of me? She would drag them to hell with her if she had to.“Put the knife down, Bella,” Jaxon growled, his Alpha aura flaring, trying to force submission. It washed over me like a weak breeze now. Pathetic. The Lycan King’s power had changed me in ways they couldn’t even begin to understand.I didn’t lower the blade. “Give me one good reason why I
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