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Aria's POVI huffed a small laugh, embarrassed. For some reason, I felt a bit awkward asking a friend for help.“Calm down, Aria, just tell him what it entails” my wolf advised.I took a deep breath and explained the factory Patrick owned, its size, the missing couple and the need for infiltration.“You want a top scientist to go undercover as a factory worker?” He removed his glasses, one brow lifting.I winced. “It’s just a request. If you’re not comfortable…”“When do I start? Should I tan? Smell more like engine oil?”I blinked. “You’re serious?”He flicked my forehead lightly. “Focus Aria. Of course I am, this is exciting.”Heat rushed to my face. I swatted his hand away. “We still need to go over details.”I met his eyes. “So… you’re in?”“Yes I am. It sounds fun,” he said easily.His gaze sharpened. “But I have one condition.”“Go ahead,” I said.The moment the words left me, the tightness in my chest eased a little. Francis had been buried in work because of our mess, and guil

Aria's POVI reacted on instinct, grabbing Rowland’s arm before bone met bone. The force of his swing still sent wind across my face, making my hair whip.“Sit down,” I snapped, flashing him a warning glare.He obeyed, but barely.I turned back to Logan. “Explain.”He lifted his chin stubbornly. “You’re my chosen! We were childhood sweethearts! We’re meant to be together!”Each sentence was louder than the last. The room went dead quiet. I crossed my arms and stared at him.The look I give idiots who think volume equals truth.His face went red. “You don’t believe me? I have your childhood photos!”Before I could stop him, he bolted upstairs and came back with an album, flipping it open in front of me.My breath caught. There were photos of me. Dozens of them. My wolf went still.“Where did you get these?” I asked, my voice cooling.He puffed up proudly. “We met as kids. Your grandma and my grandpa took group photos. We were in them. I chose you as my mate when ee were young.”Rowland

Aria's POVJackson stood a few steps away from me, and even without looking directly at him, I could hear the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat as he waited for me to answer his question.I let my gaze flick to him.“Your father helped someone bury the truth,” I said, my voice calm but edged with steel. “And in doing that, he made me the scapegoat. I need him to confess to what he did.”I didn’t raise my voice. It was as low and calm as possible. None of this was Jackson's fault, it was his father's. My wolf pressed close beneath my skin, restless, anger simmering like heat under fur.Jackson’s scent spiked with a mix of worry and anxiety. He glanced at his father and then at me. Then gradually he was calm again. I could tell he knew right from wrong. He understood that what I told him was nothing but the truth. His father had also not denied it.He trusted me. I’d seen it these past few days in the way he hovered near me, and the way his posture changes whenever I walked into the room.

Aria's POVWe were gathered in the living room, but the air felt like a war den.“Shouldn’t we just send him to jail?” Chloe said, her lips pressed tight. “What if he switches sides? We risked everything to get him out, and he was already thinking of running.”Her frustration was valid.“Clarence hasn’t shown herself,” I said, fingers resting lightly on the arm of the sofa. “And we still don’t have her DNA.”My voice stayed even, but my mind was already ten steps ahead.“Her face hasn’t changed in years. She can claim cosmetic work. And officially… Clarence died over a decade ago.”Dead people don’t stand trial. Ghosts are harder to kill.Amelia nodded. “Tyler will answer for his crimes. But until we find Clarence, he’s still living evidence.”Exactly.Francis gave a quiet nod. Chloe slumped back into the seat, exhaling sharply.Then she straightened suddenly. “Wait. Didn’t someone say Clarence was pregnant? Has she gone to a hospital?”My wolf’s ears metaphorically perked.I stroked

Aria's POVMy wolf watched Patrick closely. He wasn’t used to being cornered.He stood abruptly, glancing at his dark phone screen like it had summoned him.“I have matters to attend to,” he said with a brittle smile. “I’ll leave you all to your meal.”I simply gave a small nod.I was glad he was leaving, before he noticed more than he already had.“Need a ride?” Rowland called, his arms crossed. “You’re not fleeing because of me, right?”He even covered his mouth in fake shock. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing.Patrick forced another smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course not.”“Alright,” Rowland said, already losing interest. “See yourself out.”Just like that, Patrick went from self-invited authority to dismissed guest. The door closed after him.The tension didn’t vanish, but it loosened.Rowland immediately looked at the table. “I don’t like this bowl. I want a blue one.”I closed my eyes briefly. Kara looked at me.I sighed and nodd