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And then Nothing.

"9,995, 9,996, 9,997…" Wilson's voice was a little hoarse after having counted for close to three hours. He was finally reaching the end. "10,000!" He opened his eyes, looking a little tired, which was rare for him. He'd had enough of these prank-like orders. "Ms. Ivory, I'm done," he said. "Do you have any other orders?" The room was silent. No one answered him.

The door whispered shut behind her. No hiss. No lock. No sound at all. Just absence. Clean. Unapologetic. Whole. Inside the room, no one stood up. No one cleared their throat. No one shifted in their seat. No one whispered, so what now? But they all felt it. Something just left that made the room make sense. The system did not power down. No protocols resumed. No announcement tone activated. Instead, a small line of text blinked onto one overhead screen:

" The Ghost pressed him, growing impatient. With the pressure mounting, Liam's hand moved, and the trigger was pulled. At that moment, the Ghost's laughter echoed wildly. He ripped the sack from my head and seized my hair. "Look at what you've chosen, Liam." His eyes widened in shock, and he screamed in disbelief, "No!" While screams filled the air, a clear electronic voice announced: [The countdown is over.] [Exiting the world...]

I stepped onto the stage and spoke calmly, "Thank you all for attending our mate bond dissolution ceremony. I willingly relinquish my position as Luna of the Snowdrifter Pack and divorce Liam." "Good! Sofia! You chose to reject me! You'd better not regret this!" Liam gritted his teeth. As I watched our mate bond dissolve, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. "I will never regret this! My only regret is not breaking our mate bond sooner! If I had... Maybe my Cecilia would still be alive!" "What? Is Princess Cecilia dead?" "Is this real? What happened?" A wave of murmurs swept through the hall. Liam staggered back, clutching his chest in shock. "W-What did you just say? Sofia, what did you

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

I was on my own. The End

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

The three of us stayed together: me in the lead, Ibagon in the middle, and Ludwig watching our backs. —Three, two, one. Let the show begin —she whispered just as music started playing in the background— Love is God for the freaks We're a mess but we're sweet Holy hell, crooks and thieves We don't pray on our knees It ended. Two men appeared right after. I didn't hesitate—I pulled the trigger and nailed both in the head. Their bodies dropped like dead weight, and the hallway echoed briefly with the shots before being replaced by gunfire from other directions.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.