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Raven’s POV. The next day, I was in my office going through reports on external compliance updates. Sebastian had just left after briefing me about changes in Haliyah’s schedule. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie as I stared at the documents in front of me. That was when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw Cassandra’s name. “Cassandra,” I answered. “Raven, I’ve called you so many times and you’re only answering now!” she lashed out from the other line. “Are you really that busy you can’t even remember us anymore? Or are you just avoiding me?” “I’ve been busy,” I replied curtly. “That’s not an excuse. You used to make time. Now, I feel like I have to beg just to get your attention. You didn’t even show up when you were supposed to accompany me to the mall!” I remained silent. “Busy, busy, busy. What about me? What about our child? Do you even care anymore, Raven?” she muttered bitterly. “I’ll handle it later,” I said flatly. “There’s always a ‘later’ with

Haliyah’s POV. For several days now, Raven had been bothering me, and I had also started noticing Damon’s behavior around him. If I hadn’t been paying close attention, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Everything Damon did was so subtle that it passed as coincidence if someone wasn’t looking closely, and most people weren’t. They only saw what was obvious, and they didn’t question anything because they didn’t expect anything else from him. But I had been watching him. At first, it was just the need to understand someone who refused to be understood. Over time, that observation had sharpened into awareness, which was why I started seeing a pattern. It wasn’t just that Damon and Raven disagreed. Disagreement was normal, especially in matters involving authority. It wasn’t even that Damon corrected him— that, too, could be explained. It was the way Damon always seemed to appear precisely when Raven was beside me. Not before. Not after. Always during. I started replaying the past

Haliyah’s POV. I walked fast out of the mall, my chest constricting with anger after being triggered by Raven. He had taken me to the store where I used to love shopping, deliberately reminding me of our past there. It was the same store where we bought our wedding rings, even my wedding gown and his suit. And even though I hated that those memories still affected me, I couldn’t escape the truth that it was a place filled with beautiful moments for us, nothing like the ugliness Raven had etched into my heart and mind after betraying me. Ever since I caught him cheating with Cassandra and discovered the cruel things they did behind my back, I forced myself to erase and forget every good thing they had ever done and every happy memory I shared with them. What Raven did to me was unforgivable. I had done nothing wrong to him. My only mistake was loving him blindly for five years. And now that everything between us was completely shattered, beyond repair, that was when he started acti

Damon’s POV. I stared blankly out the car window while Ford drove in silence beside me, just as lost in thought as I was after everything he had learned. Just as I expected, his world had collapsed upon discovering the truth that Hailey, the woman he admired, and Haliyah, the one he knew as Luna, were the same person. As for me, I couldn’t find any peace. I was worried about where Haliyah had gone or whether she had made it home safely. The memory of what happened earlier replayed in my mind like a curse. Raven and I argued over who would take Haliyah home, but she rejected both of us and walked away without a second glance. We were like tamed wolves, instantly made to obey her. We tried to catch up to her, but she disappeared before either of us could find her. The tension between Raven and me remained heavy until we finally went our separate ways. The only advantage he had over me was that he and Haliyah lived under the same roof in the pack house because, legally, they were sti

Damon’s POV. Leaving was always something I had been good at. Not in the physical sense alone, though that was part of it, but in the way I could detach myself from situations before they became too complicated Distance had always been my preferred method of staying in control. When something became unstable, I removed myself from its influence, allowed time and space to flatten what intensity couldn’t be resolved in the moment, and returned only when things were clear again. It was efficient and clean. It worked. At least, it used to. But standing in front of Haliyah now, I could feel that system failing. She wasn’t something that became easier with distance. If anything, she stayed in my thoughts more the further I tried to step away. That wasn’t the part I was used to dealing with. The persistence of her presence in my awareness even when she wasn’t physically in front of me was beginning to break the control I was used to having for years. She had asked me why I reacted earl