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CHAPTER 42: WE NEED TO TALK ELENA: “I knew I was right,” That statement left me totally helpless. I just didn't know how best to respond. Adrian started to turn, ready to storm out of the room and leave me drowning in my own panic, but my body moved before my brain could stop it. I lunged forward and grabbed his arm, clutching onto his bicep with both hands. "Wait! Adrian, please!" I begged, my voice cracking. "You’ve got it all wrong. I don't have any intention of destroying you or this pack! You’re reading into things that aren't there." My heart was doing a frantic dance against my ribs. I knew admitting to being a spy would be a death sentence, but the irony was that I wasn't exactly a spy—at least, not in the way he thought. I hadn't willingly chosen this path. My father had forced me into this, and I had only agreed because I wanted my own brand of justice. I wanted to take a pound of Adrian’s flesh for what he did three years ago, for the life he took, for the boy I

CHAPTER 44: THE TRUTH ABOUT MY MOTHER ADRIAN:My father didn’t respond right away. He just stared into the embers of the fireplace, his face a map of old scars and hidden burdens. When he finally looked at me, his eyes were wet, heavy with the weight of a secret he’d been guarding for years."Adrian," he whispered, his voice trembling just a fraction. "Your mother wasn't just killed by Darius because we were rivals. She was killed because she was a hybrid."I blinked, my brain struggling to catch up. "What are you talking about, Dad? What has her being hybrid got to do with anything? My mother was a gentle wolf. Never looked for trouble."My father nodded, his eyes distant, like he was remembering her memories. "You're right, son. She never looked for trouble, but no one who ever crossed her lived to tell the story.”I nodded proudly. My mother was that capable. Silas continued. “I've been watching you, son. I’ve been watching how you treat that Thorne girl. l know you punish her fo

CHAPTER 46: IT'S COMPLICATED ADRIAN:Stepping into the room and finding Elena in heat, my blood wasn't just boiling; it was turning into pure, molten lava. Every instinct I had—every ounce of Alpha dominance I’d cultivated over the years—was currently being drowned out by the biological siren song radiating off Elena. She was in heat, and my wolf, Fenris, was absolutely losing his mind. He was pacing inside my chest, scratching at my ribs, howling for me to mate with her, to claim her, to finish the bond that had been dangling between us like a taunt since the day I marked her.Claim her, Adrian! She’s yours! Don't let her go! Fenris roared in my head, his voice a low, vibrating growl that echoed through my own skull. I couldn't shut him up right now. So I lunged, pinning her against the mattress, and running my hands all over her warm body, my lips sucking on the sensitive spot below her ear. The contact sent a shockwave of electricity through my spine. "Take off your clothes," I r

CHAPTER 48: BREAKFAST IN BEDELENA:I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d been hit by a freight train. My head was pounding, my limbs felt heavy as lead, and my body was still radiating a residual, achy warmth. I started to stir, but I realized I couldn't move. I was completely wrapped up in Adrian’s arms, his solid, muscular chest pressed against my back, his legs tangled with mine.I instinctively tried to pull away, my muscles tensing to scramble out of the bed, but he just groaned, his grip tightening around my waist like a steel band."Stay put," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and still vibrating against my spine.I stopped fighting, mostly because I didn't have the energy. I just laid there, staring at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My mind wandered back to last night. I’d been in heat before—plenty of times over the years—but never had I felt like my life was literally slipping away. I’d never mated, so I didn't get why this one had almost killed me

CHAPTER 50: THE IMAGE ELENA: I sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the water drumming against the bathroom tiles as Adrian washed away the blood of those rogues. It hit me then, a cold, hard realisation: Adrian wasn't trying to make things right between us. Every time we had a moment of connection, he’d find a way to twist the knife. He had just taunted me about Marcus, my late childhood friend, knowing exactly how much it gutted me that he was the one who killed him three years ago. And the attack that just happened outside? He was already looking for a reason to blame my father, to tear up the alliance and make me suffer for sins I didn't commit. If this was the game he wanted to continue playing, fine. If he wanted to act like I was just an enemy waiting to be broken, then I won't even bother trying to have a closer relationship with him. I’d play along just long enough to find a gap in the security, and then I was going to run. I didn't care where I ended up, as long as