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After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. "You’re...pregnant?" I repeated, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it make sense. Alyssa nodded. "Yes, Jace. I'm pregnant... with Ryder’s child." My heart shattered into a million pieces. The betrayal, the weight of her words pressed down on me like a heavy stone. This was supposed to be our night, our future. How could everything fall apart so quickly? "I... I can't be with you, Jace," Alyssa continued, her voice shaking. "You know why. You’re... different. You have a defect wolf, and…."

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.

I don't want us to fight any longer—she's still my sister no matter what. “Are you all right, doll?” Jaxon asks as he squeezes my cold hand on my thigh. I look at him and smile, despite the nerves knotted in my stomach. “Yeah,” I nod. “Don't lie to me,” he says, shaking his head, jaw fixed. “I can smell when you do. Your scent changes.” Oh, that's right. I forgot I'm dating a werewolf—an Alpha for that matter, and apparently, to him, I have a distinct scent and it's not the fruity perfumes I wear.

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

I grabbed a book—a history of Novella’s werewolf lore—hoping to distract myself, but the words blurred, my thoughts circling back to Isabella, to Caleb, to the Moonborn I hadn’t found. A howl pierced the silence, sharp and wild, from outside my window. Maximus froze, his ears pricked, my book falling to the floor with a thud. Another werewolf? Here, in Novella’s human heart? Hunters were everywhere, and a howl was a death wish. I crept to the window, my senses sharp, my hand on the curtain’s edge. The street below was dark, rain-slicked, but a figure stood under a streetlamp, her black hair gleaming, her eyes glinting gold—Vanessa.

She swallowed hard, she looked back at the beast, which had stopped a few feet’s away, it stared at them with unsettling stillness. “This is a werewolf pack” Richard said calmly. “A werewolf what?” Sophia’s blood ran cold. “I thought werewolves only existed in movies and fiction books but never in real life”. Richard’s grip tightened slightly before he let go. “Well, now you know it exists but it’s not going to hurt you, I promise”. He paused for a second and took a slow step back. “That wolf you saw, he’s my brother…I am also a werewolf and I’m advocating to be the Alpha of my pack”

“Minthe deserved to die anyway! Good riddance.” I stare at my phone screen in the dark, blinking slowly while rain hits my apartment window hard enough to sound violent. Midnight passed an hour ago. My ramen cup sits cold on my bedside table. My blanket is twisted around my legs because I’ve been rage-reading this stupid fucking werewolf novel for six hours straight. The Crowned Omega. Worst addiction of my life and a hundred and twenty chapters of bullshit. Pierre Ashbourne is currently kneeling alone in the snow after watching the heroine run into another man’s arms, and the entire internet thinks this is peak romance.

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