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Connor~ It was well past midnight, but I kept pacing the length of the private clubhouse. This place was supposed to help me clear my head after leaving Claire at the secondary location. Instead, every second made the irritation dig deeper. I kept turning the same thoughts over. When did Claire start lying to me? I knew she was holding something back. Even when I pushed and threatened to read her mind—something I hadn’t done to her in thirteen years—she still wouldn’t give me the full truth. I knew Morana too well. Letting the two of them leave that room together to avoid suspicion had been a mistake. I regretted it the moment the door closed. I dragged a hand down my face, grabbed the glass on the counter, and drained it in one go. The liquor burned, but it didn’t help. Just then, a tap landed on my shoulder. I turned. Hudson stood there, expression calm in that way that always meant he already knew more than he was saying. I sighed and turned back to the empty glass, fists clen

CONNOR~“That would be a hard request, Connor.”His words landed harder than it should. I swallowed hard and clenched my fists at my sides. If it had been anyone else I would have put them through the nearest wall and dealt with the fallout later. But this was my brother, and he was being honest. Mate bonds weren’t something you could just shut off because it was convenient. The fact that he was even willing to try meant he was doing it out of respect for the line I had drawn.I stayed quiet for a few seconds, letting the anger settle into something more controlled inside me.“Hard or not, I need you to do it,” I said. “Claire is already dealing with enough. The last thing she needs is another complication she didn’t ask for.”Hudson’s expression didn’t change much. “I’m not planning to walk in there and do something. But pretending the bond doesn’t exist is different from actively fighting it every time I’m near her. You know how that works.”“I know exactly how it works. That’s why

I watched him leave, his final threat still sitting heavy in the air. The second the door closed I signaled Anastasia. She understood immediately and went after him to make sure the guards and the cars were actually gone. I didn’t trust the silence until she confirmed it.I turned in a slow circle, scanning the room. Where the hell was she?I was about to head for the stairs when a soft creak came from behind what looked like a solid wall partition. God damn it. You would never know anyone was back there. It blended perfectly. I hadn’t even known this place had a hideout like that.Claire stepped out, breathing a little hard. I looked her over from head to toe and guilt hit me square in the chest. Should I have left her at Tyler’s pack instead? The question flashed and died just as fast. Leaving her there would have been worse. Still, the fact remained—I had tried to pull her out of one mess and dropped her into something deeper.She moved past me and dropped onto the same couch my fa

CLAIRE ~The instant the words left my lips I didn’t regret them. Not even a little. Connor had shoved that ugly truth in my face like I needed a reminder of how small he thought I was. Of course he had been harboring it. He had always hated Tyler. Even when I was still with him, Connor used to say Tyler was an asshole and wasn't good enough for me. Back then I thought it was just a regular dislike he had for Tyler. I never realized how deep the resentment ran until he threw it at me like that right now.I turned and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes for a second. I couldn’t deal with all of this right now. Especially not with him. We had never had an argument this deep. Standing in the same room after those words felt awkward and heavy.Anastasia cleared her throat. “I think I’ll need to check something outside.” She was already moving toward the door like something was chasing her. She stepped out and shut it behind her.I took that as my cue. I needed air. Space. Anythi

CLAIRE ~I still had the question hanging on my lips when Anastasia stood up and let out a short, dry chuckle.“I’m not about to start spilling every detail of your best friend’s life,” she said, smoothing the front of her blazer like the conversation had already reached its limit. “You’ll find out gradually. That’s how it works around here. People who push too hard for the full story usually regret it.”I sighed and clenched my fists in my lap. Regret was already crawling up my spine, slow and annoying. Should I call him? The thought showed up uninvited. I shut it down immediately. No. I was definitely not doing that. He should be the one to apologize first. After everything he’d thrown at me—and the whole king-of-the-Midwest performance—he could sit with it for a while. I wasn’t about to chase him down just because my chest felt tight.Anastasia watched me for a second longer, like she could see the argument happening behind my eyes. Then she tilted her head toward the door.“And we