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I did not let my anger show on my face. ​"My name is Sasha Miller, Miss Kendrick," I said, keeping my voice perfectly flat and calm. "I am a certified sports nutritionist with a master's degree in human physiology. My body size has nothing to do with my ability to fix your brother's nutritional deficits, and it has nothing to do with our arrangement."

Sasha’s POV. My two plans had failed. Woefully. The fear that gripped me when Galileo suddenly showed up and shot the cabman dead shoved my sadness about the failed plans far away. When he threw the car door open, my heart that seemed to have stopped working a few seconds ago started to beat erratically. There was no hiding or denying it: I was terrified. Although I knew Lorenzo wouldn’t want to his men to do any damage to his ‘commodity’, I also knew that my attempt to escape might have made him change his mind. He might have instructed Galileo to ‘gun me down on sight.’

He looked up just in time to see Serena above Solmyra, her foot pressing the witch down, her hands ready to end it all. “No!” Maeron cried. “Don’t kill her. Please.” Everyone turned. The chaos slowed into silence. Maeron crawled, hand outstretched. He looked at Serena—not with arrogance, but desperation. “She’s all I have.” Serena didn’t move. Her entire body was trembling, the light around her still glowing. Her wolf wanted revenge. Her heart remembered everything—how Solmyra had drained her, trapped her, silenced her wolf, and tried to steal her youth. Serena could still hear the cries of children Solmyra had sacrificed in rituals, the screams of women whose blood had been used to prolong

real. He raises his eyes, his steel gaze veiled with shame. —And then it became something else. And we were too stupid to see it. Niko The accident acted like an electric shock. The calculation is over. The equation is simple: a world without her is a world without value. Full stop. I observe Sasha falling apart, consumed by a remorse that exceeds him. His raw passion has transformed into a morbid need for protection. It's a new form of possession, perhaps more dangerous.

And that is not a good sign. “No, I can’t she is still connected to Musi, If we break the connection we might lose both.” I shook my head as to put emphasis on not disturbing Xalvy when she was trying to save our little sister. “Kalama, noooo!” Masi screamed, I turned my head to see what made her scream like that. I could see Kalama caressing the freaking beast. “Get away from him, please Kalama you are in danger, RUN!” I ran toward her but got blasted away again from them.

“Holy fuck… BUT WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL US?!” “After breakfast,” Dmitry answered dryly. “Great timing, since she… THREW UP BLOOD AT BREAKFAST!” Alexei raised his hands. “Calm down, Sasha!” “Calm down?! Susan is pregnant with the little Lycan Messiah and we’re here acting like it’s just another normal Wednesday in this damned valley!” “Sasha…” Dmitry growled, but his tone was controlled. “WHAT?! Am I wrong?” Sasha retorted, raising his hands. “I’m calm. I just think someone should start making a list of enemies we need to rip in half for laying a finger on her!”

"Sasha has made remarkable progress since being under our care. Her physical injuries have mostly healed, although she still cannot speak. The doctors assure us that in due time, she will overcome the trauma she has endured. Having family by her side will greatly aid her recovery. I will leave you alone." The realization slowly sank in for both father and daughter, reflecting on their faces. Sasha was alive. She had been brutally beaten by Franco, losing her ability to speak and walk. Left for dead, she was rescued by one of Franco's men, who then informed Dante. Dante had found the perfect facility, providing the best medical and psychological care money could buy. Over the years, Sasha had

I whispered. Sasha shook her head weakly. "Not your fault." Rachel squeezed my shoulder in greeting before giving us some privacy. "How bad is it?" I asked softly. Sasha's smile was bitter. "My wolf can't shift anymore. The silver damage was too extensive." My heart broke for her. Emily howled with sympathy inside me. "What happened?" I asked. "Daniel Harris happened," she replied, her voice hollow. "I thought he was different. I thought..." She didn't need to finish. I understood all too well.

"What happened!" "Greyson, man, calm him down!" Kal called as he arrived with Ace. They walked over to Sasha who was in shock and Greyson dealt with a livid Harry. "Hey, Sasha, you're okay," Ace said and took a seat next to her. "We need you to tell us what happened." "There was a wolf," Sasha stuttered. "It just appeared out of nowhere! I tried to stop the car, but the brakes didn't work and... and we just crashed. Oh my god, Brooklyn's going to die isn't she! Oh no, she can't!"

Sasha’s child, who is leading the pack, knows they are coming for their pack and Sasha. Now Sasha is faced with another war, but this time she caused it when she ignored her gift from the Five. If she hadn’t ignored it, she would have seen this happening. She would have known about fated mates. Once again, Sasha finds herself in the middle of the war on the sacred land. Sasha has fully aged at this point. She must be in her eighties at this point. She’s weak and frail, but that doesn’t stop her. Sasha stands in the middle of the battle, somehow untouched by the war around her. Sasha falls to her knees.