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I said. I massaged my forehead as I thought of the third rule. When I got it, I smiled. “Rule number three, you two would have to set times for yourselves.” “What do you mean?” Alpha Darwin asked. “What I mean is that, you two would have to plan on when to spend time with me. The time of the first person shouldn't clash with the time of the second person. It should be in form of…” I trailed off as I tried to think of the right word for it. “…shift!” I recalled. “So, if one person spends time with me today, the other can do the same the next day. If this person sleeps on my bed or spend the night with me today, the other can another day. These are the rules,” I said and they sighed. “So, are

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Every step made the anxiety climb higher—my breath coming quicker, heart hammering hard against my ribs. Fear slid in cold and sharp, wrapping tight around my chest as I pictured all the unknown dangers waiting outside. My eyes widened and my forehead creased with worry about actually reaching the meeting spot in one piece. The pacing turned restless, my movements sharp and twitchy like a trapped animal desperate for any crack in the cage.

Ironically, the watch that provided his only light also displayed the oxygen remaining in his pocket: approximately 47 minutes. Alex allowed himself three deep breaths—a technique Sonia had taught him during a particularly stressful acquisition in Singapore. "Three breaths," she'd said, her voice measured even as protesters gathered outside their hotel. "That's all you need to reset your mind. Then you solve the problem." First breath: acknowledge the fear. Second breath: accept the situation. Third breath: act. His father's voice came to him then, from years ago when he'd first been brought into the company: "A Rodriguez never accepts

Council answers to Assembly. He laid the pencil down. “We break any one of those, we become what we killed.” Arman looked at the lines and then at Ethan. “Soldiers can follow rules. The hard part is when the panic starts.” “Then stop the panic before it starts,” Cira said softly. “Tell them the rules. Make them visible—paint them on the walls. Run the drills where everyone can watch. Not just the men with rifles—the bakers, the teachers, the kids who’ll freeze if a siren goes off. Fear breeds myths. Myths breed monsters. We teach instead.”

His hands finally slipped down to my butt as he squeezed gently and spanked me on my ass. “Ouch!” I cried out in pain and pleasure as the sound rang through the room. His hands left my butt and I brought my attention back to the other two that stood with us. “Rule three,” Ellis said, watching me closely, “we talk. You don’t disappear inside yourself and quietly feel it all. Pain and pleasure inclusive. If you feel overwhelmed, you say it.” I nodded again, my voice stuck somewhere between my throat and my chest. I wondered when the whole anticipated would come to an end and they'd touch me.

“Harper, please. You need to calm down. You’re having a panic attack. Whatever happened outside, I need you to push it to the back of your mind for me. Can you do that, love?” I let my eyes flutter closed as I tried to will myself to do such a thing. The image of Calix was burned into the side of my brain, but I had to pull away from the awful encounter; otherwise, I was likely going to pass out. “That’s it,” he urged. “Deep breath in, hold it in for three seconds, and then let it out. Again.” I spent the next several minutes following his instructions until I found my stability. Blinking back the blurriness from my eyes, I glanced up at him with a hurt expression.

I let out and she waves me off as she walks out of my office. “What the hell happened?” Steph asks as she sits in front of me, and I exhale deeply, blinking several times, feeling the anxiety grow once more as I remember what happened. “Okay, I need you to breathe so you don’t go down again,” Steph says, and I nod as I try to control my anxiety.

The voice was akin to the same voice that introduced her to the system and Suzanne kept her mind lulled, trying to listen with all that she had. Again, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience. SYSTEM: Welcome to the ThreeBirth System. You are in the first tier of the three rebirth and you have been reborn as a mafia's wife. Suzanne's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of confusion and disbelief flooding her mind. She couldn't comprehend the words she was hearing. How could she be reborn as someone else entirely? What she had thought the second shot at life would be was to be back as Suzanne Bevan, with supernatural power or some might to take on her enemies, but

I whispered, as we walked close to each other out of the woods. “I wish I could be of more help. However, just in case there wouldn't be anyone nearby next time. You should ensure to shift when next you are having such anxiety disorder or panic attack. Take a run in the pack for as long as your body allows you, and then you are good to go.” I chuckled, “how did you get to know what to do?”