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“but you know one thing, he was never meant to rule. Neither were you.” A chorus of growls echoed around them as warriors began to gather, torn between loyalty and the shocking betrayal unfolding before them. Zara stood, her chest heaving with fury. “Stand down, or I will rip your throat out myself.” Dorian chuckled. “You think they’ll follow you? A Beta with a cursed bond?” Zara’s wolf surged inside her. Enough. She lunged forward. Their bodies collided in a blur of claws and fangs. Dorian was fast, but Zara was faster. She dodged his blade, twisted behind him, and sank her claws into his chest, the fight ended before it even started.

Zara I took a deep breath before stepping into Lucian's office. I had to convince them to let me go to the human territories. I had to find my mother's family, and learn who, and what, I really was. It wasn't just my longing to belong anymore. Now, it was life or death. After hearing the healer’s report, I’d gone back to my room to think. I did have a fated mate. It was Adrian. I did not imagine our connection. I was sure of it.

ALPHA RUNE The revelation that Tristan and Sara shared a deep, intertwined history did not sit well with me. It was one thing to view Tristan as a tyrant forcing his obsession upon a helpless captive; that was a narrative I could easily dismantle. But to consider that they were once cordial—that they were fated, as Zita had so clinically explained—was a bitter, jagged pill to swallow. It meant I wasn't just fighting a kidnapper; I was fighting a destiny that had been written long before I ever laid eyes on her.

Grazziena said teasingly, trying to lighten up the energy surrounding them. At that moment, Lumaro, mind linked his Alpha Father Roilo, “Father, I am afraid that Thuataara already felt the presence of Grazziena here in Mt. Reveree. What are we going to do now?” “Just keep cool. Grazziena has been healed already. She has an antidote for Thutaara’s curse and you know, who.” Alpha Roilo, mind linked back to his Alpha son. “Alright, Father. Just in case, we need to be ready for Thutaara’s another vengeance.”

Zariah says, nibbles her bottom lip and twirls her hair around her finger as she watches the guys passing the football back and forth before our game starts. “Well, you can always throw Trevor into the mix. He’s not the future alpha, but he is still born from alpha blood. And he’s just as dreamy as his brother. I would jump him in a heartbeat. I’ve heard he’s good between the sheets.” Xena grins and mimics Zariah’s actions. “Oh gross. Come on now. Would you like for me to say something like that about Zane? Plus, we’re all holding out for our mates, remember?”

Every person in the room was processing a divine verdict that had just redrawn the map of their world. “My daughter...” Anna whispered through a sob, barely audible. “What about Zara? She’s so sensitive... please, have mercy on her.” “Rest easy, Anna. I am being mild with Zara. She is stronger than you think, and she will overcome the loss of her fated mate. At this moment, she is traveling the world, searching for her own purpose. Alpha Mechi of the Ridgeback pack is with her, but he will not be her mate. To be clear, Mechi is the son of Suzanne, the same she-wolf who helped you win the war against Vincent. He adores Zara, but I will not burden her with your baggage again. You and Atticus have been punished enough, don't you think?”

Black. Her breath caught. Lucien. Her knees weakened as she backed away, clutching the paper. No. It couldn’t be. Not him. He’d sworn he wanted nothing to do with her father’s operations. He’d sworn— She closed her eyes, tears stinging. The man she’d fought for, bled for, rebuilt her life around… was part of it all? The world tilted, and for the first time, Zara didn’t know who to destroy. Adrian’s POV

Zefki scolded Sutan, noticing his seemingly sad expression. "It's nothing, Young Master," he reassured himself. Assistant Sutan continued pondering whether to forget his feelings for Grace or persist in pursuing his love. In the meeting room, Zefki observed Assistant Sutan looking disheveled. Suddenly, Zefki's phone rang repeatedly. He, busy with his laptop, felt annoyed. It was his wife, Raceh, asking about the conditions for staying at her parents' house for a week. Zefki replied, "Just wait. The conditions will arrive shortly."

It was as if he could already see the wonderful scene of him smashing Arthur’s head into pieces with one palm. However, he felt no pity, only endless delight. Since Arthur dared to provoke and challenge him at this critical moment, he should be prepared to die. Imagination was charming, but the reality was harsh. Whirr— Just as Zerin was fantasizing, a vast and boundless aura suddenly burst forth. Arthur stood still, not making any moves. He simply released a bit of his aura and sent Zerin flying far away. Swoosh! Crash! After a chaotic tumble, Zerin finally crashed to the ground. His face was swollen with blood dripping from his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

"I'm-' as I shook her hand I released it by reflex and staggered back by what happened. "Love, you okay? What happened?" Wyatt asked as his hands were at my waist to steady me. "I'm fine. My name is Zara Thorne," I replied forcing a smile. "Come on. I've never had a real friend before, so you will be my new friend Zar. You don't mind if I call you Zar right?" she talked quickly and I couldn't but laughed. I guess she'll be talking my ear off for a long time but I don't mind.

Alpha Zaro extended his arm to stop his son, the situation would get worse if they all fought. “I have felt the mate bond too. And it is not my fault that both of us have claimed Svetlana.” Alpha Asher spoke with a grin, while Zuhan grabbed her arm. Meanwhile, alpha Zaro shook his head knowing he had to decide something faster. “Now one of us has to lift it. And it would be the best if you do, Zuhan.”

Arthur Vance, the high level ally who had betrayed them in Phase 8, the man she and Lucian had publicly, flawlessly bankrupted in front of Wall Street echoed through the dark. "You are a ghost, Arthur," Zara's velvet voice dropped to an absolute, freezing zero. She didn't shout. Her weaponized intellect instantly began to dissect the impossible architecture of his resurrection. "We zeroed your ledgers. We stripped you to the bone. You have absolutely no capital left to execute a nuclear override."

“You pulled the trigger on that starter’s pistol. Don’t take that away from yourself.” “Okay, sorry. Yes, I got the ball rolling on all of this.” She gives me a sweet smile and looks down. “One day, it’s going to be safe enough for me to take too. You realize that, right?” “Yeah. I know. Don’t remind me.” I slide my hand on the side of her neck and brush her hair to the side. “AND pretty soon here, we need to figure out what’s up with you.” Zara presses her finger against the button on my coat. “We want all these girls to find their mates and when they do, we want to make sure they all have a fighting chance.”

Zara’s haunting smile carved through Lena’s heart like a blade. The once-trusted ally, their bond forged through countless battles, now stood as a shadow of herself. “Zara,” Lena whispered again, her voice trembling as the clearing grew heavy with an unnatural chill. “What’s happened to you?” Zara tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a dark light. “You’re still so naive, Lena. I’ve found something greater than loyalty, greater than this fractured group of misfits.” She gestured around her. “I’ve found power. True power.”

"We will figure it out when we come out victorious which I believe we would. For now, keep watch on Dante and the other pack. Then mobilize our defence for the sake of our children and old ones who can't go to war in case things don't go as hoped." So this was it, we are going to war. I set to work immediately, trying hard to shake off the thought of Zafa and Aria ending up together. Even though Zafa had explained his relationship with Aria, and his role in her destiny, their connection was so strong. Too strong, she knows how to summon him wherever he is, and he knows when she is in trouble. I was so sure she didn't have that connection with Adonai, her supposed mate. How, then, can I not think that she would end up with Zafa instead?

Zara stared at the image for a long moment. So many things had changed in such a short time, the fractured mate bond, the unstable clan, and now the past drawing close again. She took a slow breath before typing once more. [Do you want me to pick you up?]

ZARIA I sat on the couch in our apartment, staring at Rai’s unfinished drawing on the table. A superhero with a cape. My hands shook as I touched the paper. The initial calm I had felt on the phone had completely shattered. Fear sat heavy in my chest now, pressing down until it was hard to breathe. Renzo came over and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His grip was warm and strong. “We’re not stopping. I have the best people looking. Whoever did this will regret it. I swear to you, Zaria.”

"My loyalty has always been with and always will be with Alpha Zachariah and you are his mate, so I now extend that loyalty to you as my Luna and friend." I can't stop the tear that escapes. He then gets to his feet and places his hand on my cheek. I, surprisingly, don't flinch as he wipes away the tear. Zaire then turns and moves into a protective stance as we hear a low, threatening growl come from the doorway. I didn't even get a chance to think as Zachariah then attacks Zaire. He gets a hard first punch to Zaire's jaw, but Zaire doesn't fight back, he just defends himself. I step back a little, moving out of their way. It isn't long before Zachariah has Zaire pinned up against the wall, growling in his face.

"There’s a check in the envelope. Ten million. More money than you’ll ever be worth. It’s enough for you to disappear, find somewhere new, and start over. You’re smart, Zara..you’ll land another project. But the Sinclair Group doesn’t need brilliance anymore. It needs a wife with a name. And you don’t have one. A girl from a broken home. That’s what he saw when he looked at me. He didn't see the woman who had saved his company from bankruptcy twice in the last year. He saw a tool that had outlived its usefulness. "It's just business, Zara," he said, as if that explained everything. "Don't make this difficult. I’ve already had your things moved into the guest room for tonight, but I’d prefer if you were gone by morning." I looked at the check. I picked it up, folded it slowly, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're right, Mark," I said, my voice eerily calm. "It is just business. And you’ve just made the worst decision of your life. I hope you enjoy the view from up here. It’s a long way down.”