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Aurelio blurted out frustratingly. ... 𝗧𝗕𝗖...

“I'm asking you this for the last time, Alpha Austin Radford. Where is Alvina, your daughter?” Beta Hudson asked in an angry tone, as though he wanted to cut off Alpha Austin's head. However, Alpha Austin's Beta, whose name was Alfredo, couldn't say a word because he knew how dangerous and powerful the Black Soul pack was. If he dares to fight Beta Hudson for shouting at the Alpha, then their pack would be taken down by the black soul pack within minutes.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

I push past their silent group, my boots thudding against the stone stairs as I head for the courtyard. My satchel feels heavy over my shoulder, packed tight with my mother's ancient alchemy notes—the very ones Vaelira tried to steal to secure her place in the Herbarium. My bone-comm device vibrates violently against my thigh. I pull it out, seeing the caller mark of Lucan Duskclaw glowing on the dark glass. I swipe it open, resting the cold stone against my ear. "What do your jaws want, Lucan?" "How dare your arrogant mouth speak my name so casually, Zafira?!" Lucan’s alpha roar blasts through the speaker, making my wolf growl in warning. "What did your filthy claws do to Vaelira at the san

Alice kept blinking to the table, the window, Rihanna, back to the table, and then to all of them again. Rihanna smiled a real smile, remembering Elias saying she was strong. “I’ll send over my current cases. You’ll have all the files by the end of today. Paul can finish them for me. He’ll do a mediocre job that you’ll be very happy with because he has a penis. I’m going on a vacation.” Mr. Hannibal winced at her crudeness, but Alice stifled a laugh. Rihanna grinned, happy to have at last made the woman’s stiff veneer crack. Rihanna nodded goodbye. “Good day gentleman. Good luck, Alice. It’s been hard work, but it’s been fun.”

“You’re my fighter and I am not letting you go.” I took a step closer to him, and I watched whatever bravery he’d held onto evaporate like smoke. “You took advantage of me, Bishop. But instead of killing you in the most brutal way possible, I am walking away. One more word from you and I'd change my mind.” I turned to Liam, “Let’s get out of here.” *** ~REIGN’S STORM’S POV I sat on the couch in the Lake House, waiting. On the table before me sat the remaining three doses of Aelvex. I was staring at my very own redemption in a vial.

Something wilder. Trevor's eyes went wide. "What the—" I bit him. His hand was right there on my chin, and I turned my head and sank my teeth into the meat of his palm as hard as I could. Blood flooded my mouth — hot and copper — and Trevor screamed. "You crazy bitch!" He yanked his hand back, staring at the crescent of tooth marks welling with blood. "You fucking bit me!" He backhanded me across the face. Hard. My head snapped to the side, stars exploding behind my eyes, the taste of his blood mixing with my own.

He nodded his head before he moved away and opened his laptop again. I squinted my eyes and wanted to kick him so badly. But then, I rolled my eyes and sipped on the juice, but I think I lost my taste buds when I saw Ashley approaching wearing a black two-piece. She was holding a folder, and my lips parted again as I saw Andres at her side. I couldn't help but curse and turned to Delton in panic. "What happened, Savvy?" I hissed, and put down the glass. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and raised my brow.

I mean, the walls and the shelves are clean, and there's no visible dust on the books from my view point. But... all the books look... unused. I almost start to wonder if it were wrong to take books from here, but then Nyall brought me here. I don't think he'll do that if it isn't right. I pause, quirking my lips to the side, then stretch out my right hand and slide a book free from the shelf. The book's title is 'Herbals of the Northern Ridge', and as I stare at the front cover, I wonder if it would have what I'm looking for.