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Somehow… That frightened her even more. Then Alessio’s gaze slowly shifted toward the old woman. His expression instantly changed. Cold. Dangerously cold. Because he recognized her. And the words that left his lips made both women freeze. “So…” “The Black Widow is still alive.” End of Chapter 5

Her only ambition is to buy clothes and jewelry while fronting a title without the work. I left the place of the stupid woman then. My loyalty belongs to Alpha Damian. Let Vivian keep believing she has the upper hand, when even the fact that I’m a witch I deliberately let her find out. I knew she was awake when Alpha and I were talking. I knew her evilness would try to use it to her advantage to harm Olivia, so even if Alpha ever finds out I will tell him that I was blackmailed by her.

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.

My eyes narrowed, interest slicing through my irritation. “Jayden who?” “Jayden Blackwood,” she said carefully. “His father was here earlier… with her. She said she’s Jayden’s fiancée. She even threatened another woman, telling her to stay away from him.” A slow, icy smile crawled across my face. Jayden Blackwood. So he has a fiancée? And yet, he told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend. Interesting. Pathetic, but interesting. “Lucky woman,” Havilah added softly.

She was too. Then I saw it. A tiny opening. Her weight shifted wrong. I moved. I hooked my ankle behind hers, pulled, and twisted. She lost balance. I followed her down, pinning her shoulders to the dirt. My knee on her thigh. My hand at her throat—not choking, just holding. Her eyes met mine. Wide. Shocked. I'd won. The door burst open. The guards, who'd clearly been listening at the crack, tumbled in. They stared at their Alpha Queen, pinned beneath the human-turned-wolf she'd dragged from a warehouse.

“If it’s broken, so be it. Out with the old, in with the new. The important thing is that you are safe. That kind of woman not joining the Foster family is a blessing from our ancestors. Come home. I made some soup for you.” Her gentle words cracked the hard walls around my heart. My nose burned with tears. “Okay,” I said hoarsely. “I’ll come right away.” I hung up, closed my eyes, and leaned back in the seat. Fatigue and pain washed over me in waves. The heavy weight pressing on my chest eased up. I knew the blacklist against Whitney and Yarden would not end here. This was only the beginning of their nightmare. The Foster family’s revenge was never just about ending someone’s career.

Alexander whispered, his voice deep and erotic, but his killing intent pure. Chloe didn't take her eyes off the holographic screen. He let Alpha King kiss the intersection of his neck. "Lions don't need to step in to kill mice, Alex," Chloe replied coldly. "The Vanguard family has been belittled because I once knelt under Julian Blackwood. If it wasn't my own hand that strangled Kaelen Frost, the supernatural world would think I was just a beautiful doll you were protecting."

Below her, the city buzzed with markets and masked fear. Word was spreading. The Black Widow was dead. And her killer wasn’t a man. It was a girl — the daughter of the disappeared, the fury of a cartel queen, the fire that didn’t ask for permission. Luca came to stand beside her, lighting a cigarette, jaw clenched. “You’re not sleeping,” he said without looking at her. Amara didn’t respond immediately. Her hands were tight on the railing, her eyes fixed on a graffiti-tagged alleyway that led to the ruins of the old Moretti safehouse.

Vulture looked down at the infant and muttered, “Traitor.” Bain walked in behind them, checking a tablet. “Satellite feed’s clean. Window’s small. Let’s move.” The team filed out with weapons strapped and resolve thick as armor. The Widowmaker stopped at the threshold, turned back to glance at the baby—and then at Vulture. “If I die,” she said, “tell him I was prettier than you.” “Impossible,” Vulture said. “I’m the definition of peak masculinity.” The baby farted again. Vulture sighed. “He agrees,

"She's my mate too!" "I DON'T CARE!" Their shouting echoed around me, but all I could hear was the cracking of my heart. And then I fell. Fully. I collapsed to the floor, the pain too much. Like something inside me was being torn apart. A new voice joined us, cold and cutting. "Kaiden Blackthorn. Did you really think you could abandon me?" I lifted my head slowly. My vision blurred, but I saw her. Tall. Blonde. Gorgeous. Like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.