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***TRICIA***“I think Conry has lost his mind.” Blake’s voice was low, edged with something sharp as broken glass, as he eased the door open and stepped into the room. The air around him smelled metallic — anger made human. I patted the mattress twice, a small old gesture to steady him. “Sit,” I said, fingers finding the familiar line of his jaw as if I could hold him steady that way.He didn’t meet my eyes at first. He sat with his shoulders hunched like a man bent under weather. When he finally spoke it was nearly a whisper.“I sold your sister to Conry,” he muttered. “He struck a deal I couldn’t refuse.”The words stirred something inside me. For a second everything muffled — the hearth’s hum, the distant clink of cutlery. “You sold my sister,” I echoed, feeling the room tilt. “You… without telling me?”Before I could finish, his hand closed around my throat. It was sudden and brutal. He slammed me back against the wall with such force that the breath left me like something taken a

***ALICE***“Hey, new girl… it’s your turn.” Finger pointing at me.The lecturer’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, sending shock to my chest. I blinked, confused—still halfway stuck in the dream-images that played in my head, still hearing my father’s voice echoing somewhere far in the back of my mind. The entire circle directed their gazes at me, and I could only stare back, lost.“She looks like she just saw a ghost,” a guy on the opposite side muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear. A faint grin on his face.The whole group burst into laughter—brief but sharp, echoing through the quiet night. My cheeks burned instantly. I didn’t even know why, but when I looked at the guy who said it… damn. He was handsome. Stupidly so. Great, just what I needed—an attractive idiot laughing at me.The lecturer raised a brow, his voice firm, but not unkind. “Alice,” he said quietly, “where is your mind? You haven’t been with us for a while.”My stomach dropped. I sank my palm on the floor,

QUINN'S POVThe message had been sitting on my phone for over an hour.I had read it more times than I could count, each word sinking deeper every time, each pause between lines feeling intentional. Derek and Lucy had never been people who spoke without purpose, and they had never asked for anything without weighing the cost first.That alone made my chest feel tight.They wanted to see me.Alone.Not Jordan. Not Kayden. Just me.I sat on the edge of my bed, phone resting in my palm, staring at the screen like it might change if I looked long enough.We need to talk. Urgently. Please don’t tell Jordan. This concerns you too.That was all it said.No greeting. No warmth. Just pressure wrapped in politeness.“They’re hiding something,” I murmured to myself.Jordan hated them. Not the casual kind of hatred, not the kind that faded with time. This was old. Heavy. The kind that had roots and blood tied to it. And now that I knew who Jordan really was—who she had been before—nothing about t

LEVINNAThree hundred years agoThe hall in Wolfsburg was built for men who believed they would never fall.I had always thought that was fitting.Stone pillars rose high enough to swallow sound, and the round table at its center was carved from a single slab of blackwood taken from a forest that no longer existed. Torches lined the walls, their flames steady, as if even fire knew better than to waver here.I stood at the head of the table.I wore no crown. I did not need one. Every man in that room knew who I was.Daughter of the Alpha King. Firstborn. Chosen. The one who would rule after him.My father lay sick in his chambers, his breath shallow, his strength gone. The throne was still his in name, but the weight of it had already settled on my shoulders, heavy and unmoving.I rested my palms on the table and looked around the circle.They met my gaze one by one.Alphas. Generals. Elders. Men who ruled packs spread across the lands under Wolfsburg’s banner. Men who were used to bei

***SHANIA***“Hey babe.” Bale’s voice suddenly came from behind me.I didn’t answer right away. I let myself breath before I finally turned.He stood a few feet away, hands at his sides, shoulders tense. His shirt was neat. His hair was brushed back the way he always wore it for formal events. But his eyes were wrong. Dull around the edges, like he hadn’t been sleeping.“Bale,” I said. “What happened?”He blinked, then smiled. It was quick and polite. The kind of smile meant to end questions.“Nothing,” he said. “You just—” His gaze lingered on me. “You look beautiful.”I felt irritation prickle beneath my ribs.“I know,” I said. “Thank you. Now answer the question.”His smile faltered for half a second. He looked past me, toward the window, then back again.“It’s nothing serious,” he said. “Just a minor fever. Probably stress. I’ll be fine.”I locked my gaze with his, as he spoke. He withdrew them immediately, and that told me all that I needed to know.I folded my arms. “A fever doe