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Jaxen POVShe didn't buy it.Not for a second.Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she gave me that slow once-over, head to toe, like she could peel back my skin and read every thought I was trying to hide.My wolf stirred.He'd been pacing ever since we stepped on board, catching her scent in the corridors, that familiar sweetness that used to be ours.Now he was pressing against my ribcage, wanting out, wanting her.I shoved him back down.“You have far too much time on your hands,” she said, and then she smacked my chest.Easy. Just that little punch she used to do when I was being an idiot.It landed over my heart, and I felt it—not the pain, just the contact.Her hand on me, even for a second.She used to leave bruises.Once she'd slapped me hard enough to sting for an hour. This was nothing.A scratch. A love tap.She started walking away.

Scarlett POVI couldn’t take it anymore. The cabin felt too small; the sheets twisted around my legs as if they were trying to hold me down.I’d been tossing for hours, every inhale dragging in the same impossible scent and that low, unmistakable alpha undercurrent that made my skin prickle and Lydia pace behind my ribs like a caged thing.My heart kept skipping, a traitorous little stutter every time the air conditioning recirculated whatever trace of him still clung to the ship. My throat felt tight.I finally grabbed my phone and called the liaison they’d assigned me.“Hey… look.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound less desperate than I felt.“I would rather not stay on board. Is there any way we can put it in somewhere? Just long enough for me to get off?”I knew how ridiculous it sounded.This wasn’t my private yacht.But the scent was everywh

Scarlett’s POVI hugged the pillow tighter against my chest and stared at Delaney as if she’d lost her damn mind.“You’re serious right now? Reconcile with Jaxen? Hell no. I’m not some dumpster for him to toss his leftovers into. He’s dirty. Used. And I’m done.”Mental mess you can scrub if you work hard enough. That shit sticks.I wasn’t putting my hands, or anything else, on whatever Liliana Ashford had already claimed and marked.Delaney dropped onto the couch beside me, eyes sparkling with pure mischief.“Have you been watching the news while you were gone?”“I was on vacation. News is the last thing I wanted.”I paused, curiosity pricking despite myself. “Why?”“The Ashford family is about to go under.”Her voice dripped with satisfaction.“And Hale Group just put out a statement

Scarlett POVStepping off the plane into Sweden felt like crossing into another world.Clean, cold air hit my lungs first—sharp with pine and something mineral that made my inner wolf stretch and sniff, curious instead of wary.Everything looked different from back home: pale light, quiet streets, and people who actually smiled at strangers without an angle. I spent a few days wandering, then hopped a ferry to Denmark.Nordic air was the kind that scrubbed your head clean.For once, the old messes—Ashfords, the company politics, the constant low-grade dread—felt far enough away that I could almost forget them.I was standing in a narrow Copenhagen alley eating a hot dog when my phone buzzed.Delaney.“Scarlett. You’ve had your fun. Time to come home. The Ashfords are finished.”Her voice was loud enough that I had to pull the phone away from my ear.Even across

Liliana POVMexico. Some nameless, dust-choked little town that smelled like diesel, cheap soap, and desperation.The motel room was the kind that charged by the week and still felt like it was cheating you: thin walls, a mattress that sagged in the middle, and a bathroom that never quite got the mildew smell out no matter how hard you scrubbed.I was curled on that stained mattress when my phone lit up with a new photo.I opened it.My pupils dilated.A girl, eyes bound tight with black cloth, wrists and ankles secured with what looked like zip ties, background a messy vehicle interior, scuffed seats, and a half-empty water bottle rolling on the floor. Even like that, even half-hidden and probably already bruising, I knew that face.I’d know it in the dark. I’d know it if someone burned it down to the bone.A laugh ripped out of me, sharp, cracked, and far too loud in the empty room.It boun