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Amara Vale had always known one thing— Life was not kind to people like her. Not girls who grew up counting coins before buying bread. Not girls who learned too early that survival meant sacrifice. Not girls who had no one… except one person. Her sister. Lina. That was the only reason Amara kept going. The only reason she endured long hours, rude customers, and the constant exhaustion that clung to her bones like a second skin. Because Lina deserved better. Better than the life they had. Better than the fear that came with not knowing if there would be enough tomorrow. Amara had promised herself that no matter what… she would protect her. Always. “Amara! You’re going to be late!” Lina’s voice rang through their small apartment, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Amara groaned softly, pulling the thin blanket over her head. “I’m awake…” she muttered. “You said that ten minutes ago,” Lina replied, pushing the door open. Amara peeked out and rolled her eyes pl

Darkness. That was the first thing Amara noticed. Not the peaceful kind. Not sleep. This darkness felt… heavy. Alive. Watching. Her brows furrowed slightly as a dull ache spread through her body. Every muscle felt sore, like she had been torn apart and stitched back together. Which—somehow—didn’t feel far from the truth. A soft groan slipped past her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar. Black. Smooth. Too perfect. Her heart skipped. This wasn’t her room. She shot up instantly— Bad idea. Pain exploded through her body, forcing a sharp cry from her throat as she clutched her head. “Easy.” The voice. Deep. Cold. Dangerous. Her entire body froze. Slowly… painfully slowly… Amara turned her head. And there he was. Sitting across the room like he owned the air she breathed. The man from the alley. The man who killed without blinking. The man who— Her hand flew to her neck. Her breath hitched. The bite. It was still there.

“She attacked you?” The room fell into a heavy silence. Lucian stood at the head of the long table, unmoved, unbothered—like the question didn’t matter. Like nothing ever did. “She’s alive, isn’t she?” he replied calmly. That alone was enough to send tension rippling through the room. Dante leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp with interest. “That’s not the point,” he said. “You brought a human into the territory… turned her… and now she’s attacking you?” A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “…I like her already.” Kael didn’t share the amusement. “This isn’t a joke,” he said coldly. “Newly turned wolves don’t behave like that.” His eyes flicked toward Lucian. “Something is wrong with her.” “She’s unstable,” another voice added. Rhea. Lucian’s sister. She stood near the window, her expression unreadable—but her eyes? Sharp. Calculating. “And dangerous,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “You should have killed her.” Silence. Deadly silence. Beca

Amara didn’t stop struggling. Even as Lucian carried her like she weighed nothing… Even as the gates closed behind them… Even as the air shifted again—heavy, controlled, suffocating. She fought. Kicked. Twisted. “Put me down!” she snapped, her voice sharp despite the fear clawing at her chest. Lucian didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at her. Like her resistance meant nothing. That alone made her angrier. The moment they stepped back inside— All eyes turned. Guards. Wolves. Watching. Waiting. Judging. Amara felt it instantly. Their stares. Their curiosity. Their fear. Her stomach tightened. She hated it. Hated how exposed she felt. “Enjoy your run?” The voice came from the side. Dante. Leaning casually against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. Amara glared at him. “Mind your business.” He chuckled. “Oh, I like her.” “Take her to the lower wing.” Lucian’s voice cut through everything. Cold. Final. The room went quiet instantly. Amara’s heart dr

The door opened slowly. The metal creaked softly, the sound echoing through the dim chamber. Amara barely heard it. Her body lay on the cold floor, chest rising and falling weakly as exhaustion pulled at every muscle. The fight had drained everything from her. Even breathing felt heavy now. Footsteps approached. Slow. Measured. Familiar. Her eyes fluttered open slightly. Blurred shapes filled her vision until one figure stepped closer, blocking the faint light from the hallway. Lucian. Even in her exhausted state, her body reacted instantly. Her senses sharpened again. His scent hit her first — dark, powerful, unmistakable. Her heart skipped. “I hate that you’re the first thing I see when I wake up,” she muttered weakly. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “And yet,” he replied calmly, “you keep waking up in my territory.” She rolled her eyes, though the movement made her head spin. “Not by choice.” Lucian said nothing. Instead, his gaze shifted to th