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I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

Adel was lying on his bed beside Naomi in the room when he received a message from Nelly: "You were amazing today. The way you laughed while talking to her set my heart on fire." Adel replied: "Wait until tonight… after she sleeps." Then another message to Nelly: "I know I’ve neglected you these past days. Tonight we’ll ignite the fire of love… just wait until Naomi falls asleep." Midnight: When the night closed its doors over the city, just as the house’s doors closed over betrayal.

It was a conduit of pain, a two-way street that had been used to drain her. If you want my blood, Zilo, then take all of it, Sofia thought, her eyes snapping open. They weren't violet anymore; they were a blinding, terrifying white. She grabbed Zack’s wrists, her fingers digging into his flesh with a strength that wasn't hers. She didn't push him away. She pulled him closer, opening the floodgates of her own suffering. She focused on every second of the Blood Union, every ounce of the betrayal she had felt from Phuwin, and every scream she had ever stifled in the dark. She took all that concentrated, psychic agony and "fired" it directly through the Mark and into Zack’s nervous system.

The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I trusted him. I trusted her. I gave them all I had left. Eventually, I pulled myself off the floor and reached for another bottle. I opened it and drank straight from the top. It burned going down, but at least it made me feel something different. I took another swig. And then another. The numbness was starting to settle in, which honestly felt like a relief.

Chelsea sneered, strutting toward us with her two minions Chelsea is the bitch from my high school. "What do you want now, Chelsea?" Noah growled. "Nothing," She said innocently, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Just wanted to wish Osline a happy birthday. Shockingly, the Blood Moon happens to land on your big day." "Are you jealous?" I shot back She scoffed. "Jealous of an orphan omega who hasn’t even sensed her mate yet? Oh please, that can never be." Her words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. Because she wasn’t wrong.

"After we've dealt with whatever the blood moon brings. I'm marking you. Making you mine in front of everyone. No more waiting, no more delays." "Promise?" I asked. "I swear it," he said. "By the moon goddess herself, I swear I'm making you my mate tonight." And looking into his silver eyes, feeling the truth of his words through our bond, I believed him. Tonight, one way or another, everything would change. The blood moon was rising. And I was ready to face whatever it brought. With my mate beside me. Where I belonged.

Movement near the tree line, two figures standing close together talking quietly. I squinted. Who would be meeting in secret like that? My blood ran cold when I recognized them, lord Rowan and Seraphina. What in God's name was she doing talking to him? Lord Rowan. The disgrace of the council. The noble who had betrayed his own kind by supporting his daughter's marriage to a werewolf. The man who reeked of shame and dishonour. And now he was whispering to Seraphina, my brother's wife and the Luna.

" With a terrible feeling of betrayal in my chest, I withdrew my hand. We couldn't fight both sides, Thorne was correct. Betrayal was waiting if we struck a pact, even if it was just for time. From the Council. From the Mafia. Perhaps even from him. The youngest supervisor yelled after me as we turned to go, his laugh as piercing as glass. Make a thoughtful decision, Chimera King. Your own blood will engulf you with just one betrayal. With all of my nerves screaming, I froze at the entrance. Because I already knew in my heart that treachery was not going to happen. It was present.