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LYDIA “Lydia, hold on!” The voice cuts through the chaos—low, rough, and filled with urgency.I blink through the blur, dizzy and half-conscious. My body is heavy, my skin cold, and the sound of metal scraping against metal echoes all around me.Then I see him.A stranger steps out from the shadows, his movements powerful and sharp. As his hand rises, the darkness around us shifts—it bends, follows, and obeys him. The air itself seems to tremble when he moves. I don’t understand what I’m seeing. How did he do that? And… how does he know my name?The chains holding me suddenly shatter apart. I collapse forward, but instead of hitting the ground, I fall straight into his arms. The stranger catches me effortlessly, pulling me close against his chest.He smells like the forest after rain, earthy, deep, and clean, with a trace of something darker, like smoke and old cologne. The scent pulls me in, wrapping me in a strange sense of safety, something I haven’t felt in a long time.“Lydia, t

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LYDIAEven when I try, I can’t keep my eyes open. My head spins and my body feels weak. My skin burns, yet a chill runs through me that makes me tremble.“Stay with me,” Dex says over and over as he drives through the empty streets. His voice is urgent, shaking slightly. The sound of the city fades into nothing as he speeds through the night. It feels like the world has stopped existing—like it’s only the two of us left.He stops suddenly, leaves the bike behind, and carries me in his arms. His heart beats fast against my cheek. I can’t tell if it’s fear or desperation.“You’ll be all right,” he whispers, almost like he’s trying to convince himself.I force my eyes open and see faint lights in the distance—colored lamps that once glowed bright. The shapes are familiar.“Are we in…?”“City Hall Station,” Dex answers softly. “We’re almost home.”His words sound far away. I remember coming here once. It was a tour that cost me fifty dollars, and I loved every second of it. But there’s a

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LYDIA“I’m sorry,” I whisper to the stranger and take a small step back. “Do I… know you?”The moment the words leave my mouth, the girl stiffens. Her expression changes as though I just threw ice water on her.“What?” she says sharply, her tone tight and hurt.Before I can say anything else, Dex places a comforting hand on her shoulder. She turns toward him, her eyes full of confusion and pain. There’s something in the way he touches her—gentle, protective, that stirs an unexpected wave of jealousy in me. I quickly push the feeling away. It doesn’t make sense.“Don’t take it personally, Linda,” Dex says quietly. “She doesn’t remember me either.”Linda’s eyes widen. The hurt fades, replaced by shock.Before anyone else can speak, the doctor, Brad, I think they called him, steps closer.“It’s possible Baron did more than just drink her blood,” Brad says in a thoughtful, serious voice. “He must have given her something, a drug or a poison, that suppressed her memory.”Dex nods, running

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LYDIADex's hand settles gently against the hollow of my waist. He stops walking suddenly and pulls me close, his touch firm but careful, as though he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go. His other hand moves to my cheek, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin. The simple movement sends shivers down my spine and makes my lips tingle.His gaze locks with mine-intense, pained, yet determined. There's so much emotion in his eyes that it roots me in place. I can't look away even if I want to."I know this doesn't make sense right now," he says quietly, his voice low and rough. "Baron played a cruel trick on us when he erased your memories. But you belong to me, Lydia. You always have. Just like I belong to you."My heart skips a beat. His words feel impossible, too much, too fast. Someone like him, so powerful and unreachable, saying I belong to him? It feels unreal."I want to believe you," I whisper, though my voice trembles. "But everything is just... confusing.""I know,"

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LYDIA Dex’s arms wrap tightly around my waist before I can react. His strength takes my breath away as he lifts me easily and lays me on the bed. My pulse pounds in my ears. Before I can speak, he’s above me—his legs tangling with mine, his hands capturing my wrists against the sheets. His face hovers inches from mine, eyes burning with an emotion I can’t name.“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice trembling with confusion and something I can’t quite hide.“Be quiet, Lydia,” he says softly but firmly. “Just… pay attention.”The seriousness in his tone freezes me. I inhale slowly, feeling his breath ghost across my skin.“This isn’t something I can lie to you about,” he continues. “There’s no way to hide it. Even if you don’t remember me, you should feel it.”His words settle deep inside me, stirring a strange ache. I want to understand, but my thoughts are scattered. Dex’s eyes never leave mine. He exhales through his nose, frustrated but calm, and leans closer.“Stop thinking,”

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LYDIA Calma’s voice is calm but warm as she speaks.“It’s probably all hard to understand right now, Lydia, but I promise we’ll help you make sense of everything soon.”Clara, standing just behind her, nods with quiet certainty. Both of them seem hopeful, their words meant to comfort me. But Linda and Dex don’t look convinced. Honestly, I’m not either. Everything feels too overwhelming to take in.Before I can gather my thoughts, a deep voice speaks from the doorway.“At what point did they decide to throw this party without inviting us?”I turn toward the sound. Two tall guys step into the room, both shirtless and almost as tall as Dex. One of them looks a lot like Calma—black hair, sharp eyes, pale skin, and a strong build. The other has dark, curly hair, storm-gray eyes, and full lips. He’s less muscular but carries himself with an easy, confident grace.“We’ve heard the story,” the black-haired one says. “Brad told us about Lydia’s situation. But I think we can save the introduct

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DEXOne of the hardest parts about being an Alpha is learning to keep all your emotions in check—the anger, the helplessness, the violent urge to strike back. You can’t just act on impulse, not when so many lives depend on your choices. So, even when every muscle in my body screams to lash out, I force myself to stay calm.I follow behind Desmond and Maxwell in silence. They can both sense my frustration, even if I don’t say a word. The connection between an Alpha, a Beta, and an Omega isn’t as deep as the one between bonded mates, but it’s strong enough to feel the pull of each other’s emotions. They know how tense I am.Desmond stops in front of the double doors to the great hall, his shoulders squared. Maxwell glances at me, his lips tightening into a grim line.“Ready, Alpha?” Maxwell asks quietly.I keep my face blank, though my pulse is anything but calm. “I never am,” I mutter. “But go ahead.”The two of them push open the doors, and the heavy sound echoes through the hall. Ins

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LYDIA “It’s likely,” Gary finally says after a long silence. “Vampires do much more than just drain blood when they drink it.” His tone is grave, and the truth in his words sends unease through the room.“For all we know, Baron and his clan could be more dangerous now than ever,” Brad adds, his voice steady but filled with warning. His words pull every bit of hope out of the room.“We must act at once,” a council member declares.“That’s right. We should impose sanctions on Baron,” another insists.“No,” I say quietly. My voice may be low, but it carries through the silence. “We have to kill him.”Every gaze in the council chamber turns toward me. I sit still, refusing to back down. My voice doesn’t shake, and I mean every word.“What happened breaks every treaty we have. Baron didn’t just attack us—he kidnapped Lydia and drank her blood. That means he’s a threat to every race, not just ours. We need to stop him before it’s too late.”When I look at my mother, Gary, her lips are pres

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LYDIAAs soon as I open my eyes, darkness surrounds me.But this isn’t ordinary darkness. It feels alive—thick, heavy, and full of warning. It presses against me like a weight, and a chill crawls up my spine. My instincts scream at me to run, to hide, to do anything but stay here. Something is wrong. Deeply wrong.Then a voice breaks through the silence.“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”The sound of that voice freezes me. I turn, and suddenly he’s there beside me. I don’t know how I didn’t see him before. His elbows rest lazily on the edge of a metal table—the same one he once had me tied to. His silver hair falls forward, catching the dim light, and his pale gray eyes—almost white—lock on to me with unsettling calm. A dangerous smile plays on his lips.My heart starts to pound. I scramble backward, sliding off the table and hitting the cold floor. My hands tremble as I push myself up.“What are you doing here?” I whisper, fear twisting inside me. “How did I end up here again?”My min

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LYDIA Slowly, I start to remember the dream. Calling it a dream doesn't feel right-it was too vivid, too real. But thankfully, that's all it was. A dream. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself.The nightmare creeps back into my memory, every image, every sound still sharp in my mind. I tell Linda everything. As I speak, I can see the worry deepen in her eyes. Her expression hardens, and she leans forward, listening carefully."He said he can reach you through your dreams?" she asks quietly.I nod. "That's what it felt like. From what I understood, Baron says a bond has been created between us."Linda's face twists in disbelief. "That must be a side effect of him drinking your blood," she mutters, pacing the room. "Damn it, Lyd. This isn't good.""I know," I whisper, burying my face in my hands. "But what can I do? How do I stop him from slipping into my mind again?"Linda stays silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then she straightens suddenly, as if an idea just struck her

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