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—BELLAMY:I couldn’t stop wanting her. No matter how hard I tried to bury it, deny it, outrun it—it only grew worse. The need sat beneath my skin like a fever, relentless and consuming. I repeated the same thought over and over in my head, hoping it would somehow force control back into my body.She is forbidden.She is my son’s future.She is not mine! But none of it mattered when I looked at her. Every instinct I possessed wanted to drag her back against that wall and kiss her until neither of us could breathe. I could still feel the softness of her mouth against mine, still hear the shaky little sound she made when I pressed my body against hers.Christ.My jaw tightened painfully. Daphne took a small step toward me, hesitant but hopeful. The moment she did, I forced myself backward instead. The hurt that flashed across her face nearly destroyed what little control I had left. Because I wanted the exact opposite. I wanted to pull her into my arms. Wanted to bury my face against he

—DAPHNE:There are two kinds of rules in this world: the spoken ones and the ones understood without ever being said aloud. And somehow, the unspoken rules were always the most dangerous. Like the silent law forbidding rival packs from attending one another’s gatherings. Yet the Black Veil pack stood boldly at the entrance of the hall, holding the relic that symbolized their authority. Another betrayal. Situations like this usually ended in violence, and judging by the cold expression on Alpha Bellamy’s face, trouble was inevitable.Five men stood together, almost identical in appearance. None of them appeared to be an Alpha. Rumors claimed the Black Veil pack rejected the concept of Alphas completely, a belief that made the rest of the werewolf world distrust them because it went against the very foundation of pack hierarchy.From where I sat, I couldn’t hear what they were discussing, and it frustrated me endlessly. After straining to catch even a single word, I was about to give u

—BELLAMY:When I had phoned Julian I wasn’t actually expecting that he would show up, especially with how late I had phoned him. I remember standing by the window, already convincing myself he wouldn’t come, already preparing to deal with everything alone. But he’d not only showed up, he’d made plans for me to be brought to the resorts. I admit it was pretty low of me, bordering the last flight down here, just to ensure I could stop whatever night they hoped to have.Though the plan had taken three hours as it was a close distance.Julian hadn’t asked many questions at first, only glanced at me through the rear mirror a few times like he was trying to understand what had pushed me into such urgency. I stayed quiet most of the ride, pretending my attention was outside the window while my thoughts kept circling something I didn’t want to admit even to myself. But I still had no idea if I had been successful in stopping their planned nights. Thinking of it just made me feel even lower.

—DAPHNE:There’s an adage that says some things are better left unknown. I tried reminding myself of that possibility as I pranced around Roth’s doorstep, my steps slower than usual as uncertainty gnawed at me. I knew he was out with his fiancée and wouldn’t be back for the next three hours, which made the risk feel manageable… at least on paper.It was enough time for me, except I was scared of the things I might discover about Roth. Because even if Alpha Bellamy was angry at Roth, he still loved his son. And it would break him to know his son wanted him dead.Sighing, I pushed the doorknob and entered the room. The familiar scent hit me immediately. I knew his room like the back of my hand. I had spent so much time cooped up in here alone with him, more than I liked to admit, and that memory alone made my chest tighten.I started my search—first his drawers, then his closets, his clothes, his safe. I checked everything twice, then a third time, moving things carefully so nothing loo

—BELLAMY: The sun rays filtering my eyes made me squint them hard. It felt quite annoying having to wake up to sun rays. I adjusted my gaze to my surroundings. It's funny how the first thing that hit me was the scent enveloping my nostrils. Hers. I’d recognized it even if I was on my deathbed. I was in her room. I sat up at that moment, but the soft feel of her body held me down; her light snores were like hypnosis to my ears. She sprawled over my body. Her eyes are still shut. She looked every bit like an angel. One that shouldn’t even be in my arms. How had I gotten here? Last I remembered, my mood had soured at the dinner after I watched Julian and her leave. I left shortly to my home office and poured myself some drinks. Julian came in shortly and asked me for advice on how to propose to Daphne. That piece of information had felt like a knife to my heart. He was making her his. Even now, I still want to erase that bit of information from my head. I remember telling him to