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WE FINALLY MEET

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONEThe auditorium is packed.Hundreds of students filling the seats. The low hum of conversation. Occasional laughter. The energy of young people forced to sit through an assembly but not really paying attention.I'm sitting between Miguel and Ariel. Trying to focus on what the student activities coordinator is saying onstage.Something about the upcoming Kappa Sigma masquerade party. About ticket sales. About the dress code."...and remember, masks are mandatory. No exceptions. This is a true masquerade ball, not just a costume party..."Miguel leans over. Whispers in my ear. "You're going to look amazing in a mask."I smile weakly. Try to look excited.But my mind is elsewhere. On Dante's angry phone call. On the way I lied to the guards. On the escape I'm planning.On how I'm going to disappear before this all gets worse."...tickets are fifty dollars per couple. Available at the student center starting tomorrow..."Ariel is on her phone. Scrolling through something

ELENA IS MISSING!!!

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWODante sits at his desk, staring at his laptop screen without really seeing it.His jaw is clenched. Red eyes burning with barely restrained fury.She left. Elena left without telling him. Without permission. Without even a fucking text message to let him know where she was going.Just slipped out of his house like she has any right to make decisions without consulting him first.His phone sits on the desk. Silent. Mocking him.He's called her six times. Six fucking times.No answer.Just straight to voicemail. That cheerful automated voice telling him the person he's trying to reach is unavailable.She's ignoring him.Deliberately.And that makes his blood boil even hotter.He's the Lycan King. Alpha of alphas. Men tremble when he walks into a room. Enemies flee at the mention of his name.But one small omega girl, his supposed mate, thinks she can just walk out. Defy him. Ignore his direct orders to return home.His fingers drum on the desk. Agitated. Angry.The do

FUCK HER. OR ELENA DIES😳

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEMy head is pounding.That's the first thing I notice. A dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes. Making it hard to think. Hard to focus.The second thing I notice is that I can't move.My arms are pulled above my head. Wrists bound. Something tight around them. Metal. Cold against my skin.I try to move my legs. Same thing. Ankles bound. Secured to something solid.I force my eyes open.The room is small. Confined. More like a cell than a room.Concrete walls. No windows. A single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Providing just enough light to see by but not enough to be comfortable.I'm lying on a bed. Metal frame. Thin mattress. The kind you'd find in a prison or psychiatric ward.And I'm tied to it. Thick leather straps around my wrists and ankles. Secured to the frame. Leaving me spread out. Vulnerable.Panic surges through me.What happened?I try to remember. Force my foggy brain to work through the confusion.School. The assembly. Ariel getting hurt. The blo

I LOVE YOU ELENA

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR"No!"My fist connects with the glass. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to make my knuckles ache."Dante, you don't have to do this!" My voice is raw. Cracking. "Don't do this for me! Don't you dare..."But he can't hear me. The glass is soundproofed on his side now. Aaron cut the feed to my microphone the moment I started shouting.So I can see everything. Every detail of what's happening in that room.But Dante can't hear me.I don't understand why I'm this angry. Why my chest feels like it's caving in. Why watching this situation unfold feels like someone is slowly dragging something vital out of me.I mean, it's not like I love Dante. Not like I've made any decisions about him. About either of them.So why does this feel unbearable?Why can't I stomach the thought of watching him...I bang on the glass again. Harder.On the other side, Dante tilts his head upward. Looking directly at the camera mounted in the corner. Knowing that's where Aaron is watching from.

DANTE IS DRUGGED 😳

CHAPTER EIGHTY- FIVE She walks through the dissipating smoke like something from a nightmare. Controlled. Deliberate. Every movement precise.Her hair is loose. Her expression...I've never seen Seraphina look like this. She's always controlled. Always composed. Even in anger, she's calculated.But this is something different. This is beyond anger. This is something ancient and primal and absolutely terrifying.Aaron's men reach for weapons. A few manage to fire. Bullets tearing through the air.None of them reach her.She moves too fast. Disarming. Deflecting. Breaking wrists with casual efficiency.And not slowing down.One of Aaron's men stumbles toward her, larger than the rest, built like a wall, and she picks him up. Actually lifts him off the ground. Throws him into two others behind him like they weigh nothing.Aaron pushes himself off the wall. His eyes flicker. Trying to access his power.It doesn't come.The wolfsbane. It's suppressing him. Cutting him off from whatever su

THEN DON'T LOSE CONTROL

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXThe hospital room smells like antiseptic and something else. Something wrong.The doctor, a small, nervous man in his fifties, moves around Dante with focused efficiency. Checking vitals. Running blood panels. Attaching monitors.Dante sits on the hospital bed. Shirt removed. Sweat soaking through every surface. His skin glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.His breathing is labored. Uneven. His red eyes glassy. Struggling to focus.Seraphina stands at the foot of the bed. Arms crossed. Her presence filling the small room the way it fills every room, completely, without effort.I stand near the door. Watching. Feeling helpless.The doctor studies the results on his tablet. His expression shifts. Confusion replacing the professional composure he walked in with."Well?" Seraphina asks."I..." He hesitates. Studies the screen again. "I've never seen this before.""What do you mean you've never seen it before?""The toxin in his bloodstream." The doctor sets do

I DON'T REGRET IT

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVENHis hands come up. Frame my face. Careful. Deliberate. Fighting the tremor in them."Everything," he says roughly. "All of you. Things I have no right to ask for.""Then ask."He looks at me for a long moment. Those red eyes searching mine. Looking for something."You've never done this before," he says. Not a question.I don't answer. Which is answer enough.Something shifts in his face. The desperation taking on a different quality. Something almost reverent entering the burn."Then I need you to tell me if something is wrong. If it's too much. If you want to stop." His thumbs trace along my jaw. "I need you to promise me that.""I promise."He closes his eyes. Breathes. When he opens them again..."I'm going to try so hard to be careful with you," he says quietly. "But Elena...the toxin...I need you to understand that I am quite literally fighting my body right now to hold back.""I trust you."Something in his face breaks open at that. Like those three words h

BRING ELENA REEVES TO ME

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHTI wake up and immediately wish I hadn't.My body feels like it's been put through a blender. Reconstructed wrong. Every muscle aching. Every joint sore.I try to move. Manage maybe three inches before I stop.Oh no.Everything hurts.Everything.I lie very still. Staring at the ceiling. Taking inventory.My neck. Where he bit me. Tender. Warm. Throbbing with a dull, steady pulse.Everything else. Just general, comprehensive soreness that tells a very specific story about last night.This was my first time. And it was...Complicated doesn't cover it.Beautiful doesn't cover it either. Nothing quite covers it."Stop moving."Dante's voice. Low. Close.I turn my head carefully. He's sitting in a chair beside the bed. Still watching me. Hair disheveled. Dark circles under his red eyes. Like he hasn't slept.He looks...Okay. He looks completely okay compared to last night. The toxin has apparently run its course. His eyes are clear. Alert. No more sweat. No more barel

HER UNCLE IS BACK

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINEDante's phone rings.He's mid-sentence, saying something about the mark on my neck, about what it means for the next few days, when the sound cuts through the room.He glances at the screen. Something shifts in his face. Barely visible. There and gone."Give me a moment," he says.He stands. Walks toward the door. Steps out into the hallway.The door doesn't close fully behind him. Left slightly ajar.And that's when something strange happens.I can hear him.Not muffled. Not vague background noise.Clearly. Every word. Every footstep.His footsteps move away from the door. Down the hallway. Further away than any normal human should be able to hear. Further away than any omega wolf should be able to hear.Because that's the thing about omegas. We're at the bottom of the pack hierarchy for a reason. Our senses aren't enhanced like betas or alphas. Our hearing, our smell, our instincts, all of them are closer to human than supernatural.So why can I hear him?Why can

A MOAN ESCAPED HER MOUTH

CHAPTER NINETYThe knock came just after midnight.I was not asleep. I had not been anywhere close to sleep. I was just lying there in the dark, staring up at the shadowed ceiling of the guest room, listening to the heavy, suffocating silence of a house that had finally gone quiet.The knock was soft. Unhurried. Three quiet, deliberate taps against the wood.My heart did a sudden, violent flip against my ribs. I already knew exactly who it was before I could even find my voice."Come in," I whispered into the dark.The doorknob turned, and the door opened with a faint creak. Seraphina stepped inside.She had completely changed from earlier, no longer wearing the sharp, severe business clothes she had donned to ruthlessly deal with my uncle.Now, she was wearing something far simpler. Silk. Deep midnight black. The fabric clung to her curves, and her long hair was loose, cascading around her shoulders in dark waves.She closed the door behind her with a soft click. She didn't turn on t

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