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They brought me a chair. "You two," he said, voice like ice, "kneel to my wife. Don't stop until I say so. Every time you slap yourself, say 'Mrs. Zane, I was wrong.'" Steven and Peggy dropped fast, scrambling like they were about to beg for their lives. "Mrs. Zane, I was wrong," they chanted over and over, voices shaking. By the end, Steven was shaking, barely able to keep himself upright. "Mr. Zane... is that enough?"

The car was quiet, except for the hum of the tires and the soft, steady click of the turn signal as we rolled through town. Streetlights passed in long, slow stretches of gold. Aiden's hands gripped the wheel too tightly, like letting go might make the world fall apart. I didn't speak. Not at first. Sometimes words feel useless. Sometimes silence feels kinder. More honest. Because what could I even say? I knew who killed Ash. I hadn't seen it with my eyes, but I knew. In my bones. In that place in me that had changed when I drank blood for the first time and never looked at the world the same again.

I couldn’t be weak. The weak didn’t survive. The weak got things they cared about taken from them. I cant be weak, I refuse to be weak, the weak get things taken away from them. I am not weak. You really tink you deserve peace Do you think you can protect I’m like this Hell just end up like liora No.. You'll kill him too “SHUT UP!” I roared, but the water swallowed my voice whole. I heard a crack somewhere in my mind, the sound of glass smashing into a million pieces in a void, but I ignored it

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

She was going to say something, when the music suddenly stopped and one of the older memberss of the pack, took the center stage. "I understand that everyone wants to party but our guests are here. Ladies and gentlemen I want to use this moment to introduce the man of the event. The birthday celebrant and soon to be a members of Blood Moon Pack, Ezra !" My ears hurt from the ladies that were screaming as Ezra took the center stage. Ezra was quite handsome but the only problem was his character. That is the one trait that singles him out from the rest of the family. "Ezra is so handsome." "Look at his hair..."

Liliana's POV The blood wouldn't come out. I scrubbed harder, my split knuckles burning as they scraped against the frozen cobblestones. My body vibrated under the chilly weather and I could feel my blood freezing. But I dared not stop. Elena would make me regret it. The water in my bucket had long since turned pink, yet the blood stain from last night's disciplinary lesson remained. Above me, my half-sisters' laughter floated down from the rooftop like falling icicles.

EZRA “What the fuck is wrong with you” “Do you really like what is going on, huh!” “Are you happy” He rained me with questions, questions I knew all the answers to, but didn’t wanted to admit How would I fucking admit I was still in love with the guy that caused all this shit How would I fucking admit that my life had no meaning without him Why is it that he fucks with me and make me feel so fucking good even though he is not gay

No matter how many candles I lit, no matter how often I read the scriptures, every time I knelt at the altar, every time I closed my eyes to pray…. All I saw was blood. Ryan’s blood. On my hands, staining my soul. Then I saw him. Ezreal. I saw his eyes the moment he was sentenced, the shock and pain of a betrayal he didn’t deserve. Even now, in the still quiet of the church before Sunday mass, I stood before the cross, looking up at it with a heavy heart. Then I knelt, hoping my prayers would drown out my chaotic thoughts, but they could never erase my past.