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Vivienne's POV"Danielle, Elias." I burst into the room, my voice laced with worry I couldn't quite hide, fear I hadn't fully processed myself yet. My pulse was still hammering from the sprint down the hallway, my hands trembling against the doorframe. "Lizzy is on her way."I looked between them as the panic set in — real panic, the kind that made both of them freeze for half a second before scrambling into motion. Things were not going according to plan. Nothing about tonight was going according to plan, and every second we wasted standing still felt like a second closer to disaster. "Hurry, Danielle. She's already crossing the hallway.""We can't leave now." Danielle's voice cracked with panic as she spun toward Elias, eyes darting to the door, to the window, to anywhere that might offer an exit that didn't exist. "We have to hide, Elias."They moved fast, both of them, but panic had a way of blinding people even as it sharpened everything else — I watched them fumble for a plan th

Jacob's POV "How dare you, you stupid brat." Anger rippled across my skin like a current I couldn't switch off. My fingers closed around Lucy's neck, pinning her to the wall hard enough that her feet barely touched the floor "Ja... Jacob." She stammered, and her voice trembled in a way that might have fooled another man. Might have fooled me, once. "Please." I wasn't going to fall for this anymore. Not again. "I am the Alpha, Lucy. Your Alpha." I let go and shoved her toward the ground, watching her crumple at my feet. "How dare you spread those false rumors across the pack." "They aren't false, Jacob." The words hit harder than I expected, sharp enough to still the growl building in my chest. She knelt there, her face flushed red from where my hand had been, but her eyes didn't waver. "You did have an affair with Danielle." Before she could say another word, I had her by the neck again. This time my grip tightened without permission from the rational part of my mind The part th

Danielle's POV "Are you sure you want to do this, Danielle?" Elias asked, after I let out a heavy sigh I hadn't meant to give away. "It's okay, Elias." My voice came out steadier than I felt as I reached up and touched his face, my fingers lingering a moment too long against his jaw. "It's all going to be fine." A tear slipped free before I could stop it, and I wiped it away quickly, though it wasn't the kind that came from fear or performance. It wasn't forced. It was something quieter than that — nostalgia, maybe, or the strange ache of being cared for by someone who wanted nothing from me in return. Someone had finally cared about me. About Rachel. Not the way a father once had, forcing me into his seat as mayor because it suited his legacy more than it ever suited me. Not the way a man once had, taking everything I sacrificed; my health, my body, the child I bore him and repaying it with his bare hands wrapped around my throat until there was nothing left of me to give. No

Danielle's POV "So you're telling me that you're nothing but a stupid spy working for your own mother." Anger sliced through my voice, each word deliberate, clipped, barely restrained. Vivienne bowed her head, shame radiating off her in waves I didn't have the patience to care about anymore. My hands were still trembling from everything that had happened tonight — the receipt, the diary, the assassin, and now this. "I'm so sorry, Danielle." Her voice cracked, and I hated that some part of me almost believed it was remorse. "She's threatening me now. I need your help." I wanted to lunge at her in that moment, wanted to rip out her throat with my bare hands and worry about the consequences later. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. Every ounce of trust I'd built with her over the last several months curdled into something ugly and hot in my chest. "You traitor." Before I could finish tearing into her, Mary bur

Danielle's POV "So you're telling me that you're nothing but a stupid spy working for your own mother." Anger sliced through my voice, each word deliberate, clipped, barely restrained. Vivienne bowed her head, shame radiating off her in waves I didn't have the patience to care about anymore. My hands were still trembling from everything that had happened tonight — the receipt, the diary, the assassin, and now this. "I'm so sorry, Danielle." Her voice cracked, and I hated that some part of me almost believed it was remorse. "She's threatening me now. I need your help." I wanted to lunge at her in that moment, wanted to rip out her throat with my bare hands and worry about the consequences later. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. Every ounce of trust I'd built with her over the last several months curdled into something ugly and hot in my chest. "You traitor." Before I could finish tearing into her, Mary bur