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Stella's POV. “Why did you bring me here, Owen?” I asked again, making sure to keep my voice straight. For a few minutes, Owen simply said nothing and just stared at me. When I started to feel uncomfortable, I shifted on the couch. Slowly, I drifted my eyes from him and occupied it by glancing at the big well furnished shelf. A specific book caught my eyes and I narrowed it on them. “Wait,” I stood up like I'd been shocked and trudged to it. Owen's eyes followed me as I picked up the book. What pulled me to it was the name written in bold cursive writing. Orion.

"Vehicle bay has its own generator. Should still be functional." Should. A word that had gotten a lot of wolves killed over the years. Stella stumbled suddenly, catching herself against the wall. I moved to her side, instinct overriding caution. Her skin burned with fever heat where I touched her elbow. "I'm fine," she said automatically, pulling away. "No, you're not." I kept my voice low. "The corruption's spreading faster." She met my eyes briefly, then looked away. "Doesn't matter." "Stella—" "Save it." She pushed off from the wall, continuing forward. "You heard Veronica. I was designed for this. Mother's little science project."

I murmured, a slow, sly smile curling my lips, “I will lure you in and make you serve me. I promise.” No one ever escaped my grip. And she wouldn’t be any different. My phone vibrated in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. I frowned. “Who the hell is calling now?” My eyes widened slightly. Please don’t be Markus. I pulled the phone out and glanced at the caller ID. “Steven.” My heart skipped, just once, for no clear reason. Why was he calling? I answered and brought the phone to my ear. “I heard you’re already in NYC,” he said, “and on top of that, you’re in Adrian’s house.”

“Anyway, how are you? How is school?” “I miss you so much! I’m doing good, just crazy with mid-terms coming up. How’re you? Oh, I’ve read your last book, Black Hole. I finally had the time to do it. I binge-read just FYI,” Stella is still Stella, just as cheerful as always. Her joyful voice helps calm down my nerves and even manages to bring a smile to my lips.

He swiftly picked her up in his arms and without saying a word, took off her socks, sweater, and pants before placing her inside the tub. The warm water flooded Stella’s body. She wanted to struggle and push him away, but it was just too comfortable, so she just lay still in the tub. Then she turned to him and said, “I’m hungry. I want something to eat.” “What do you want to eat?” he asked. “I’ll go get it for you.” Stella’s eyes rolled as she thought about it before she answered, “I want something icy.”

But its thrill had subsided into something more sincere — that ‘Lily’ thing, that particular aspect of her vision that allowed her to look straight to the nucleus of something and pick her next word on that basis. “Are you staying for breakfast? ” Damien looked at me. I looked at Damien. “Yes,” I said. Because evidently that was the ruling. Lily smiled into her coffee. And Damien Voss, Alpha of the Coldridge Pack, three years of calculated isolation and flawless control — was sitted in my bunk kitchen at the table I’d scavenged from the street while my sister tossed him questions with cheerful precision and ate the eggs I’d made with no remark that I had burned one edge just a little and sip

A cold feeling spread through my body. That diary was not just a notebook. It held years of my life. Every fear, every dream, every lonely night, eery secret I had never been brave enough to tell another person. I closed my eyes. Please… Please let whoever found it think it was just an old notebook. Please don’t let them read it. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked toward the door. “Miss Stella?” One of the maids stood outside. “The Alpha is asking if you’re coming down for dinner.”

Nothing. And this woman was nothing like her. Stella had been thin, quiet, always hovering two steps behind me. Wolfless. She flinched when I raised my voice and apologized when she hadn't done anything wrong. I spent half my time shielding her from my father's household and the other half pretending I didn't want to. Esther Hale walked into a room full of purebloods and told them they were wrong. She had a wolf's scent on her, faint, buried under cheap soap, and a spine Stella never showed me.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: ALONE? OR NOT! NOVA / ELIZABETH POV My stomach was already showing and the regulars at the diner had noticed. Case in point— one of the bachelors sitting on a stool, his eyes glued to my bump instead of the menu.