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BrynnI leaned forward, my gaze locked onto Daisy's nonchalant expression. "We know you and Mia visited her former Pack," I stated, my tone firm and steady.We were seated in our office, the tension thick as we exchanged gazes. Daisy seemed unfazed by Frynn's and my intense stares.It was like she thought and knew we couldn't do anything to them even if we found out the truth.We would be angry, reprimand her with words and then let go."Typical," she replied, a hint of nonchalance in her voice.Frynn's anger simmered just below the surface. "What were you thinking, Daisy? Anything could have happened. Why would you take her back to the people who wanted her dead?"Daisy's eyes flashed with grievance. "Well nothing happened, okay? And I find it quite unfair that you are only interrogating me and not Mia as well. It was her idea and I just accompanied her to make sure that she would be safe," she said.Enrique shifted uncomfortably. "Mia's still new…""Shut it, Bodyguard," Daisy sn

Enrique I knew Daisy would be trouble the minute the twins told me about my “new assignment.” Told, not asked… because the Fiato brothers didn’t make requests. They gave orders. Still, I could have said no. I had earned enough respect from them to push back when I wanted to.But I didn’t.I had seen the way they looked that day on the field trip, tight with worry, even fear. They needed someone they trusted. And somehow, I was the poor bastard they trusted the most.I had seen Daisy before, in passing and in meetings. Never spoken to her but she always threw jabs at me. But there had been something in her eyes that had caught me, something small, buried deep under the smiles and laughter she wore like armor. Loneliness. Vulnerability. The kind of thing you would miss if you didn’t know how to look.It was enough to make me say yes.Now, weeks later, I wished I had trusted my instincts and walked away. She barely tolerated me, always keeping a polite but pointed distance. And I… well,

Mia It was my first night in the new apartment the twins had given me. They had given me this beautiful place to call my own, and I was still trying to wrap my head around their generosity. Sometimes, since I came here, I sit alone and wonder what I did in my past life to deserve Brynn and Frynn. They acted like my guardian angels, and my knights in shining armor anytime I was in trouble. From the time they found me in the sea to the time I wanted to jump off the cliff, again, to the time I was recuperating in the hospital and the attack that happened two days ago, they had been there, every step of the way, ready to help. I didn't know what it was that they saw in me, but I was grateful nonetheless. As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder what it was about me that had drawn them in. I had always been tempted to ask them, to try and understand what motivated them to help me so selflessly. Was it just a case of them being good people, or was there something more

AgathaI stood before my father’s heavy brown desk, its polished wood reflecting the faint glow of the lamp. My hands were clasped neatly behind my back, but the tension in my shoulders was deliberate and controlled. My toes pressed into my shoes, a grounding habit I had perfected over the years when masking my emotions.“Dad, can I speak with you?” I asked, letting my tone be just soft enough to pass as tentative.“I’m listening. I don’t have much time to spare.” His voice was clipped, his eyes still glued to the chaos of documents sprawled across his desk.Of course. Alvin Branson never looked up unless a deal was about to fall apart or a threat was at his throat. His own daughter rarely ranked that high. But at least I did better than Mia ever could in his books.I studied him from under lowered lashes. The line between his brows was deep, permanent now. If he glanced up, he might have seen the furrow in my forehead too, but he wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t expect him to. For Alvin, wor

AgathaJosiah’s frustration was almost palpable. I watched his hand rake through his hair, dark and unruly from hours of restless pacing, his mind no doubt spinning in that endless cycle of duty and responsibility. When his stormy eyes turned back to me, they softened, just a fraction, but enough. It always fascinated me how easily I could do that to him, calm the mighty Alpha with a look, a tone, a carefully measured presence."This changes everything," he murmured, voice low, weighted. "We need to restrategize, tighten our security. I can’t let them get any closer."His words should have filled me with worry, but instead, they tasted sweet. His world was crumbling, and yet he turned to me. Always me."I will," I promised smoothly, my face the perfect mirror of his concern. "But Josiah, we must be prepared for the worst. Whoever this enemy is, they are clever. Persistent. They won’t give up easily."The silence that stretched after my words was thick, almost tangible. But beneath it,