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Vexia’s POVI was thinking about my end. But fate has written something else for me, the air around all of us suddenly shifted, a very powerful aura surrounded all of us. I opened my eyes but couldn't see anyone, the sound that run shivers down my spine was a piercing howl. It was so powerful and vast that all the wolves in the clearing froze into their spots.But this howl doesn't belong to any wolf over her, I turned my head slightly to see Alpha Knox coming down from a ridge like a powerful god. A very dark and intimidating aura covered his whole body, his eyes glowing in cold fury. Each step that made him closer towards us was firm and filled with confidence. The soldiers from The Blood Pine Pack stumbled backwards, the fear evident in their eyes. They didn't dare to move or even breathe, all of them bowed their heads. And Knox moved so casually with such arrogance of a man who has never had to ask for anything. Is this his true power? I have always heard of his powers but th

(Alexander’s POV) When I stepped into the prison, the first thing that hit me wasn’t the smell of iron or damp stone—it was his voice. Ronan Grey. He was already shouting. The sound echoed violently through the narrow corridors, bouncing off the walls like a wounded animal refusing to die quietly. Guards stood tense along the passage, none of them daring to interrupt, all of them watching the cell ahead as if even breathing too loudly would provoke him further. “Let me out!” Ronan roared, his voice raw, breaking at the edges but still strong enough to shake the silence. “I swear I’ll tear this place apart! Knox—bring him here! Let me see him!” His chains clanked violently with every movement, metal biting into skin, but he didn’t care. He kept struggling, kept pulling, like pain meant nothing compared to whatever fire was burning inside him. “And Vexia!” he shouted again, harder this time. “What have you done to her?! If you’ve hurt her—if she’s even bleeding because of you—I’l

(Vexia’s POV) The air inside the prison felt wrong the moment I stepped in. It was heavy and thick; I felt like I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't let Knox harm Ronan. Why does it have to be like this? Why did Ronan do this for me? My footsteps slowed without permission as the door shut behind me. The sound echoed too loudly, bouncing off the stone walls until it felt like the entire place was watching me. I don't know how I regained consciousness but the first thing that came into my mind was to go see Ronan, I will beg Knox not to do any harm to him. But why do I feel like this? What am I doing? Alexander, I am sorry; I said it in my heart and took hurried steps to reach the cell. Ronan. He was bound, bruised, and still standing in the only way he could—through defiance but the moment his eyes landed on me, something in his expression shifted. It was not anger, he was shocked to see me here, I came here for him. A relief washed over his face as he had been holding his b

(Alexander’s POV) Vexia was exactly where I told her to be. She was all cleaned up and wore a beautiful red night gown, she was waiting for me. The moment I stepped into my chamber, the door closing behind me with a quiet, final sound, my eyes found her instantly. Vexia stood near the center of the room, her posture stiff, her fingers lightly clenched at her sides as if she didn’t know what to do with them. The dim light softened her features, but it did nothing to hide the tension in her expression. She wasn’t calm. She wasn’t composed. She was waiting—and I could feel it, something unsettled in the air between us. I felt something that hadn’t been there before or maybe it had always been there, and I was only noticing it now. I didn’t speak immediately. I let the silence stretch as I walked further inside, each step measured, controlled. My gaze never left her. She swallowed. That small movement didn’t escape me. “You came,” she said quietly. A simple sentence, yet filled with

(Vexia’s POV) The first thing that woke me was the sound. It was not loud at first, but then the disturbance outside was so great that it pierced the walls of my room. The fear pulled me from sleep before my mind could understand why. My eyes snapped open, and my breath was uneven as I lay still for a second, listening to the screams outside. My heart was beating so fast; something was wrong. I pushed myself up immediately, exhaustion forgotten as instinct took over. I looked around but the room was cold and quiet. Knox wasn’t there, that alone made something uneasy inside me. Another shout echoed through the walls, closer this time, followed by a loud crash that shattered whatever calm remained. I didn’t think much, moved barefoot, and I rushed toward the door and pulled it open. The corridor was chaotic. The guards were running, the voices overlapping and orders being shouted but nothing felt controlled and nothing contained. “What’s happening?” I grabbed a passing guard. “