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It was the night fate was meant to show the Alpha’s true mate. I remember it clearly. When Alpha Aiden stepped into the circle, powerful and untouchable. The moment the bond awakened, it pulled him straight to me. But the way he looked at me. Like I was nothing but filth. His hatred burned hotter than the Blood Moon glowing above us, sharp and wild, like fire with no end.

The most powerful recluse in the entertainment industry. Zephaniah breathed out, finally understanding. This was why I worked so hard to hide it. If the world knew, I wouldn't be 'Ava the Model' anymore. I’d be 'The Alpha’s Plaything.' But as he watched Connor tenderly shield me from the cold, Zephaniah saw something else. This wasn't just a benefactor protecting an investment. This was a male who was ready to burn the world down because his mate’s feet were cold. This was real blood and bone.

Kael’s jaws snapped shut an inch from my face, his salt-encrusted breath burning my skin. I reached up. I didn't grab his throat. I grabbed the silver thread. The moment my fingers touched the Widow’s leash, the Orphan fire in my blood went wild. It wasn't light. It was gravity. I pulled the thread toward me, and through it, I felt the Widow’s mind. It was a cold, airless void, a desert of a trillion stolen moments. "Get. Out. Of. Him," I hissed. I bit my own lip until it bled, mixing my life force with the violet fire. I shoved the mixture up the silver thread.

With a microphone in hand. --- CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV Natasha wanted a war? She got one. I snatched the microphone from the reporter’s hand and turned to the cameras. "I’m only going to say this once," I said, my voice cold and sharp. "Natasha Romanoff is a liar. I do not love her. I never have, and I never will. The only woman I’ve ever wanted—the only woman I’ll ever fight for—is Alex." The reporters erupted into chaos. Natasha’s face turned ghostly white. "Chester, what are you doing? Have you forgotten about the secret organization—" I turned to her, my gaze razor-sharp.

"You—repeat what you said. Out loud. Tell the room how you disrespect the woman who holds this empire together!" Lena stammered, her face ashen, hands twisting in her lap. "I—I didn't mean anything by it, Mr. Blackwood. It was just talk—" "Liar!" he thundered, grabbing her by the arm—not harshly enough to bruise, but firmly enough to make her flinch and gasp. "You all think Hanlon's lies give you the right to tear her down? To question her place? Ava isn't some 'plaything.' She's not my secretary climbing ranks on her back. She's my mate. My wife. The mother of my child—our pup. She's the heart of this empire, stronger than any of you cowards hiding behind whispers and backstabbing emails!"

She would live for that moment from now on. With a deep breath, she shut her eyes and tried to see it. She had seen Damian Blackwood’s face a million times by now… proud, haughty, and confident. Now, she would like to see it pleading and begging for her to let go. She would shake him so much to the core. For now, she only lay waiting. Vincent had once told her he was the Viper, but he preferred to be called the Spider, because he thought Spiders were more cunning.

"The venom is already taking effect. If you don't go to the hospital now, it really will be too late." Paula remained stubborn. "I don't believe you. Stop trying to curse me." I was speechless. There was no saving people who were determined to destroy themselves. "Believe it or not, Black Widow venom is extremely deadly. Keep stalling, and you'll lose your lives!" When Paula heard this, fear flashed across her face, but it was quickly covered by stubbornness. "What venom? If it was really venomous, would I still be standing here just fine?"

My chest burned with a thousand contradictions. Why do I still want him? Why does my body beg for the man I should despise? Raven Blackwood’s POV: She zoned out. The look in her eyes was gone. ‘Valerie.’ I cursed under my breath and thrusted deeper. She winced a little, her eyes focusing on mine. I exhaled a breath in relief. She was fine. I reached out and pinched her beautiful nipples. Her mouth covered my dick was the most beautiful sight that was no longer my imagination.

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.