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CHAPTER 62: OH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT, ELENA ELENA:Adrian’s presence felt like a physical weight, crushing the air out of the garden. He was looming there, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the grass, eyes locked onto my hair like he wanted to burn it off my head.Lucian didn't even flinch. He just calmly unwrapped my hair from his fingers, his movements slow and deliberate, designed specifically to push Adrian’s buttons. He turned, looking his brother dead in the eye with that infuriatingly calm smirk."We’re just catching some fresh air, Adrian," Lucian said, his voice smooth as silk. "It’s a beautiful night. You should try it sometime."Adrian took a step forward, his boot crunching on the gravel. "With her hair wrapped around your fingers?"Lucian chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets. "There’s nothing wrong with admiring her hair. It’s elegant. Something you wouldn't understand, I guess."Adrian closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, standing

CHAPTER 65: LET ME HAVE HERADRIAN:The air in my master suite had been suffocating, but out in the hallway, it didn't get any better. I walked down toward my study, my blood still boiling. Elena probably thought I was just some jealous, caveman Alpha, and honestly? Maybe I was. But jealousy was the least of my problems. I was fighting for survival, and I was fighting to keep a viper out of my life.Lucian wasn't just a brother. He was a ticking time bomb.My father’s history was a mess of broken promises and secrets. Silas had loved Lucian’s mother long before he met my mom, his fated mate. The pack elders had forced his hand—a prophecy warned of total ruin if he rejected his fated mate, so he’d marked my mother and made her Luna. But he’d kept the mistress in the shadows, and eventually, he had Lucian.My mother had been a saint, honestly. She’d raised Lucian as her own once Silas brought him home to be tutored at the age of ten. But the day my mother died, the mask dropped. Lucian’

CHAPTER 67: MARCUS WASN'T WHO YOU THINK HE ISELENA:Wrapped in Adrian's arms, while his lips locked on mine, my heart was racing. Not because I was afraid, or because I was begging for his scraps. But because I was finally done playing games. I hadn't intentionally come here to be a spy—I sucked at that, anyway. My father had given me a mission to gather Intel from the Blackwood Pack and send it back home, but every day I spent in this house, I realized how far out of my depth I was. If I couldn't be the spy, I had to be the Luna. That was my only path to survival, my only way to secure a permanent alliance between the two packs.​I knew Adrian hated me. I knew there was something buried under that rage, something deep and twisted that made him look at me with pure venom. But I was determined now. I thought if I stayed true to our bond—if I played the part of the faithful mate—maybe, just maybe, I could turn this ship around.​After giving my response about choosing between Adrian an

CHAPTER 69: THE RESTLESS NIGHT ELENA:I sat in that chair, staring at the polished wood of Adrian’s desk, feeling like the air had been sucked out of the room. My head was spinning. Everything I’d ever stood for, every memory I held onto, was rotting right in front of me. Marcus, my "sweet" Marcus, had been a traitor, a spy, and a murderer. And my own father? He’d orchestrated the death of the woman who had meant so much to Adrian, the woman whose death had set off this entire cycle of hate.No wonder Adrian was determined to wipe out the entire Thorne Pack, no wonder he looked at me like I was a disease. I was the daughter of the man who’d masterminded the killing of his mother, and the love of my life was the man who’d facilitated the process.The irony was a bitter pill to swallow: I was just as much a victim of this web of deceit and cruelty as Adrian was."I… I need to rest," I managed to choke out, my voice sounding small and foreign. I didn't wait for him to respond. I just st

CHAPTER 71: YOU'VE BEEN SPYING ON MEELENA:I spun around, and my soul nearly left my body. My breath hitched, catching in my throat like a jagged piece of glass. Adrian was standing there, inches behind me, his shadow looming over me like a shroud. I thought he left. How was he here now, lurking like a shadow?His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, looking like bottomless pits of obsidian. He didn't rush, he didn't shout; he just stood there, vibrating with a cold, terrifying stillness."Will you tell me what the hell is going on?" he asked, his voice dropping so low I barely heard him. "Or do you want me to find out myself and punish you for it?"My heart was doing a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs, like a trapped bird desperate to escape. Instantly, my mind became a battlefield. Should I continue to lie to him? Pretending nothing had happened? But then, I remembered our conversation last night in his study. Adrian had told me about Marcus's betrayal and how he had