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“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes,” Dominic said into his phone. “Location?” Austin asked him. Austin liked to claim his heritage as Scandinavian since he’d been born in Norway. He was a big man, bulky, and stoic-looking. He had shoulder length dark blonde hair and a wild beard that he never trimmed or tamed. Dominic knew that underneath the untamed look, Austin was a bookworm, an intellectual, and a person whose loyalty knew no bounds. He rarely questioned Dominic’s decisions, and he kept the other men in line.

Chapter Thirteen Kendall’s POV As I dashed through the darkened woods, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of twigs sent shivers down my spine, but I pushed on, driven by the desperate need to escape. My breath came in gasps as I ran, my muscles burning with exertion. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t have a plan beyond putting as much distance between myself and Declan as possible.

Luna suddenly asked and I stared at her in confusion, “Didn't you hear? That was the name he said before he went into shock.” How would I know that? I was a child when Zion was grown. Come to think of it, he was pointing at someone but I don't know who he was pointing at and mentioning the name Shelia, that didn't sit right. “You know, your brother can't be talking about my wife Sheila, your brother has been in that state for twelve years,” Damian defended when he realized I was staring at him. I didn't even care to listen to what he was saying because I was staring unconsciously.

My instincts tell me to keep going and to, maybe, let him in. “Not long after joining together, during our travels we were attacked by five rogues. We could scent them at first, but my instincts alerted both of us of the danger before the attack. Using my training and daggers, I fought as best as I could, but we only took two of the five down and were starting to lose. I heard Arius cry out and something inside me bubbled up. An energy from within me, abilities of my protector side came out, and it was like an electric shock. Suddenly, Arius was blessed and I could feel energy surge through him. Next thing I knew, the last three rogues were dead and we were victorious. There was a change bet

Keeping his eyes closed and audibly fighting to control his voice, he says, “I need you to stop talking. Now.” “No—” I sit up and push one of his shoulders but he holds his position, “how are you able to do this? How can you be one person 1 second and someone else the next?!” “I am trying so hard to give you autonomy but how can I do that when you act insane?!” His voice starts fumingly calm but raises as he speaks, “I have an emergency to deal with, I need to go.” “Fine.” I throw the blanket off myself and stand up. “I’ll go with you.”

Then the other emotions came, like pain…humiliation that someone I trusted had been spoken to that way, anger that Alexa had dared to say such things aloud, and a simmering heat at Rowan for even being in a position where someone could whisper those things to him. I listened to the clip twice, three times, until the different pieces blurred into one terrible, perfect proof that he had not yielded. “He told you no,” I whispered to the empty chairs around me. “He told you ‘no.’”, deep down I was wishing she would just back off since he has declined. I mean, ladies tend to back down once a man tells them no, but it seems this one was daring. The recording played on, fragments of confession and

Fear. Then his hand reached out, silently commanding. Liara took it, stepping into the night, the subtle click of her heels swallowed by the grand estate’s silence. She clutched her bejeweled clutch tighter as more guards moved to flank them, like wolves shielding their alpha. “Don’t speak unless you have to,” Asher murmured, voice quiet but firm. “Don’t look away when they stare. And if anyone insults you—” “I smile sweetly,” she murmured, forcing her voice steady, “and let you destroy them later.”

## Sophia POV Ears ringing. Gasoline and wet rubber choking out the scent of rain. For a few terrifying seconds, the world was reduced to the high-pitched whine in my skull and the blinding, agonizing fire radiating from my left wrist. The SUV was tilted sideways, its front bumper pinned against the shattered base of a streetlamp. Steam hissed violently from under the crumpled hood. Beside me, Dante groaned—a weak, pain-filled sound, but he was alive.

Chapter 3: The North Bridge Ambush The armored SUV tore through the rainy streets of the city like a silent predator. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of gun oil and Dante’s heavy cologne. He sat across from me, his long legs taking up most of the space. He was cleaning a sleek, black handgun, his movements rhythmic and terrifyingly calm. "We’re three minutes from the bridge," Lorenzo said from the front seat, checking his tactical watch. "The scouts report nothing. It’s quiet, Bianca. Too quiet."

"Alpha, what are you waiting for? Vera has already held her conversion ceremony! Are you really going to keep being so stubborn?” "Alpha, think of your wolves! Think of the entire pack!" Roland's urging sounded like a curse, echoing endlessly in Kieran's ears. He took a deep breath and reached out to grab Wendy's shoulder. Just as he was about to open his mouth and bite down, he heard Soren's voice. "So annoying." Soren waved his hand. Roland's body flew backward and slammed into the rose window before crashing down heavily. He spat out blood. "Soren! Don't push us too far!"