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A smile graces her face as she continues her approach, but unexpectedly, she veers towards Rose's desk, grabbing her notebook. Rose, taken aback by Alexa's actions, stares at her in disbelief and pleads, "Give me the notebook." Alexa grins mischievously and retorts, "It's mine now." Puckering her eyebrows in frustration, Rose insists, "But my name is written on it. Please, Alexa..." She tries to take back her book, but Alexa takes a step back, keeping it out of reach.

Life continues on while I’m stuck in a dilemma. “I’m sorry, Jadara. We need to do what is right. It was never you, me, Cece or anything else. It is about Rosalie. But I don’t understand why. She lived in peace. Her only crime is being mated to a wolf and protecting him.” I say when I think back to what I have seen and been told. My eyes widen at the realisation. “The book. Maybe Rosalie wrote in the book. We need to get it back and we need to read it. Something is missing. Something that can help us.” I try to sound optimistic, but I can’t.

Someone ripped it. April Rose felt like there were a lot of important information about Cassandra Spellflower that was taken out of the book. She felt a surge of eagerness to know more about Cassandra. She flipped the pages of the book hoping to find the ripped pages, but she couldn’t find them. She grabbed a different book, flipped the pages over and over again only to find nothing but dust falling. She grabbed two more books and flipped them in hopes of finding the missing pages. Instead of finding the ripped pages, she noticed something fell from one of the books she just flipped. It was an old photo. She went down on her knees and picked up the photo, and when she flashed the light on it

Rosalie’s pov My brain had reeled back to the elder and the physicians and about all that they told us since my wolf just did it’s disappearing act but I also didn’t let it faze me but this, this seemed like the perfect way to start my theory on the truth about my bloodline. The words of the book looked so archaic, I was suprised to not have it dusted and it looked this good. My eyes scanned each line with uncertainty, praying and hoping for some sort of clarity to come to mind but there was nothing that I could hold onto.

The lottery shop had been directly above the leak point. The moment Daniel scratched open the ticket, he had already inhaled a trace amount of the gas. That was why he had become so obsessive, so insane, so willing to turn on everyone. And my grandmother's lightning-struck wood rosary had been protecting me from the gas all along. I looked down at my chest. The rosary, once a full string of beads, now had only three left. The car jolted along the highway. The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, his face bloodless as he pointed ahead.

The grey-stone porch, the evening primrose on the windowsills, the faint shimmer of protective runes etched into the walls. This was our home. Our sanctuary. My heart constricted, squeezed by an invisible hand. I remembered every inch of this place. I had picked out those grey stones myself, spending two days at the quarry until my fingertips bled. I had moved those primroses seven times because Marcus once complained they "blocked the light," adjusting them until he finally stopped scowling. I had carved those runes with my own healer's touch, pouring my wolf Sia's energy into every curve. I had slept for twelve hours straight after finishing them.

I changed the topic swiftly before it got awkward. “For the Capo's room, our team of eight maids were handpicked by Alexa, the housekeeper of this mansion,” Rosie replied, and on cue, a beautiful woman in her thirties barged into the room with a scowl, her eyes burning daggers through Rosie who yelped in fear and ran away to the bathroom. ~•~

Who knows, her curiosity might help in revealing her true identity. ROSELLE'S POV It's been a week since I snuck into the study and I can't help the restlessness during the day and lack of sleep at night. I was simply going insane, I had prayed for another opportunity to throw itself at me but it seemed to be taking forever. I needed to get answers to my questions and I planned on getting it as soon as Richard and his father leaves for whatever business they have to do today. The sound of tires pulling away from the driveway was my cue. I hurried to the study and with steadier hands and more resolve, I began working on the lock and in no time I was inside and already searching through files

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.