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"Mr. Woodseaves, I beg you! We only have one son! If he goes to jail, how will we live out our days? He's a graduate of a top university… a company executive! Don't let his future be ruined!" She turned her pleading toward me as I lay on the stretcher. "Katie, do your years of love together mean nothing to you? Can't you find it in your heart and ask your brother for mercy? I'm begging you!" Lying there, I watched their ugly show with cold clarity. Years of "love"? Yes, I had once believed our bond unbreakable. I had given myself to him through late-night study meals, shared ambitions, and startup struggles. He repaid me… by colluding with his childhood sweetheart to trap me in a burning car

"This is for you, from him." Before the Elder left, he looked at me a long moment. "I'm sorry. We should not have been so prejudiced back then. The two of you are the most devoted lovers in this world." Then I was alone in the room. I opened the box. Inside were two crests. One old, the one he'd traded back from the black market, its silver face dull, the grooves stained with grime that wouldn't wash out. One new, the one the Council had reissued, bright enough to reflect light. The two crests lay stacked together, and under them was a note. His handwriting, neat and strong.

"In all our recorded history, no power has ever fully severed a mate bond while both partners lived. Even the strongest blocking spells can only dampen the connection, never eliminate it entirely." He met Nathan's eyes with ancient, unflinching wisdom. "When you can no longer feel your mate at all, when the bond is completely silent... it means only one thing – death." The word echoed through the ceremonial chamber. Nathan's wolf howled in agony as the truth it had tried so desperately to deny finally broke through. "Your mate bond wasn't blocked, Alpha Nathan. It was shattered by death. And Sarah..." Elder Marcus's voice hardened, "Sarah made sure you wouldn't look too closely at why."

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

He said, "Gentlemen, please let Mr. Kensington know that we really couldn't come up with the money, so we found a new way to settle the debt. We've brought him a Christmas gift. He'll definitely like it." One of the men shone a flashlight on my face, making me squint. His voice was flat. "You mean this woman?" Zoe quickly chimed in, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up. "Yes. She's my son's girlfriend. Look at her—doesn't she resemble the woman Mr. Kensington visits at the cemetery every year? We asked around and found that out. "Plus, she studied dance, so she's very flexible. She'll definitely know how to please a man in bed."

But still… "You want me to believe that!?" I retorted back, I'm in no mood for playful bickerings. He sighed narrowing his eyes infinitesimally. He looked as if he is offended by my question and let out a heavy sigh. "He has brought his special alien girlfriend, dint he?” He questioned. My fingers where clenched to fists. His words cut right through me tearing my flesh up. I quickly averted my head away, so that he couldn’t see how much those words hurt me. How did he know this…

Rubbing her arm subconsciously, she said, “Den? What are you talking about? Are you one of Lasci’s friends?” The stranger spat at the ground and turned, his deep blue eyes almost eerie against his fair skin, “No, not today and not in a million years past or future, my love. I would never be friends with that beast.” Purity eyed him, wondering if the guy was on something or having a bad trip. She noticed he kept looking at her hand hanging by her side, “Oh, crap, damn, thorns got me,” she exclaimed, looking at the minor cuts. She glanced at him and noticed he had turned away again. “Blood makes you squeamish? I’m sorry.”

Lia's physical contacts with his skin suddenly made his muscles enlarged and he sweat profusely. It was until now that he realized his drink had been manipulated with some aphrodisiac drugs to force out his sexual urges. Who could've done this? The only plausible answer is the closest ally to him, Matteo. "That bastard, he hissed." He pushed her away with surprising strength for a man in his state. "Don't touch me," he ordered in a rough, deep voice. Lia's body flinched. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, raising both hands in surrender. "I was only trying to help."

"Whatever. Since you treated me pretty well these past few years, I'll make your death quick. I won't let you die miserably like your sister did." Adrian gripped the silver blade tighter and moved closer, step by deliberate step. The knife in his hand was the same one he'd used to kill me. "Want to know what your sister's final moments looked like?" Adrian's smile twisted into something manic. "Right here in this room. I cut off her limbs one by one so she couldn't shift and run. My brothers stood around watching her struggle, and I've got to say—your sister had guts."

I yelled as I broke free from his grasp. But he could not accept this and tried to barge into my house. Just then, another familiar person showed up. It was River. He pulled me behind him and shielded me. “Who are you? What are you doing?” asked River in hostility as he glared at August. August was stunned. He was not expecting someone else to show up. “I’m Casey’s boyfriend. Who are you?” Refusing to back down, August retorted. “He’s not!” I shot back without hesitation. “Enough, August! We no longer have anything to do with each other!”