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Anastasia's POV Worry fills me as I continue to stare at the mysterious woman in front of me. “What?" I ask my hands getting sweaty from nerves. “Leave him alone or I will make sure everyone gets to know what a slut you really are.” She walks off leaving me standing there in shock. I am more that speechless at what she just said to me. “It's impossible for her to have known." I whisper to myself. I walk past the crowd and head straight for Ryan. “I'm not feeling too well, I need to go home."

They wore suits that didn't hide their expressionless faces, and they were obviously armed. Then the third. A woman. She stepped out like she’d been sculpted from frost and venom. White gloves. Crimson lips. A single braid coiled over her shoulder. She was older than Joana but younger than Katherina—somewhere in that dangerous middle. “Anastasiya Ivanov,” one of the men announced. Andrei stepped forward to greet her personally. They embraced like old acquaintances wearing silk. Zane watched from the top of the stairs. Her eyes found him almost immediately.

84 : "Confrontation" Confrontation 84 T A T E "Our home is a bit messy. Sorry." Anastasia picks up the scattered clothes from the couch. "It's fine." Gage answers. My eyes darted at Anastasia's huge stomach and I can't believe that it's her. I can't believe that I've met her before but I just didn't have any idea that she was the woman Gage fell in love with years ago. I glared at Lilac, and she was still hiding behind her mother's thighs but she kept on glaring at me though. I think she's still worried about my ruined laptop or maybe she's being too shy around Gage. I mean come on, he's Gage Stockholm and she's probably a fan.

"Fine, don't answer. But you need to know something. That guy you're seeing, Leon Hart, he's using you. I did research on him and he destroys everyone he gets near. He's going to hurt you worse than I ever did. Come back to me before it's too late." I looked at Anastasia. "How many of these are there?" "The ones I haven't deleted…thirty-two." She wiped her eyes. "And last night when I was closing, he was waiting in the alley." Ice ran through my veins. "He was waiting for you?" "He grabbed my arm and tried to make me talk to him." Anastasia pulled up her sleeve and I saw finger-shaped bruises on her skin. "I had to scream before he let go." I wanted to find Lucas right now and make him pay f

[Nadia’s POV] I sip on my mojito while keeping my gaze fixed on the entrance of the cafe that I sit in until the glass doors open and the person I was here to see enters. As she does, she begins to take in the area until her gaze comes to rest on me. Lifting a hand, I motion her forward, then lean back as she makes her way toward me, and when she takes a seat, she fixes her gaze on me. “These may help you,” Anastasia announces, placing a white envelope on the table. “But if you’re caught, you are on your own. My wedding is in a few days, and I don't want anything to be ruined."

Not even a close friend. I appreciated that. Because she's not even my type. My type is the confused blonde, laying on her couch with her shirt hunched up and light pink, hardened nipples out in display. Holy shit, she's braless. My hands virbrate, a desperation to return back to the couch and finish what I started, fuels me. But I fight and resist. Anastasia also happens to be wearing a skirt. It's riding up her stomach now. 'Lace. If you're going to be a dick then be one, but let me out so I can taste her. Look at her Griffin. You got to kiss that and you liked it. Look at her skin-'

But who says she cant improvise? "It was really scary. I saw a lady in a white dress full of blood. Then she was so pale and her hair was so long. And when I look closer I notice that she has no eyes!" Anastasia tell them in a gloomy voice. Prince Alistair, who's in their back stop on his track. "You're lying...there is no such a thing-" "Im not and its real!" "That's impossible-" "Y-you're highness...someone's behind you!" Anastasia then point on his back and show her most terrified expression.

Her blood boiled, jealousy twisting her features into a mask of fury. As the echo of their footsteps faded down the stairs, Anastasia darted forward, her gown's train snagging briefly on the carpet. She burst into the room uninvited, eyes wild, scanning the vanity. The ashtray smoldered, flames still licking the edges of the half-burned file—salvageable, if she acted fast. "No," she hissed through clenched teeth, lunging for the crystal dish. Her manicured fingers plunged into the ash, ignoring the sting of heat as she snatched the charred remnants. Pages blackened but intact in the center fluttered free: key clauses, signatures, dates—enough to unravel everything.

Logan agreed, nose flaring at the scent change. “There is still a lot we need to know about you,” Leo said, his face now more serious. Anastasia turned to look at him, slightly taken aback by how good he looked up close. Her omega was dying. The eyes were so captivating, and his lips were perfectly shaped. Even his nose was perfect. How did he manage to bag two of these otherworldly alphas? “Your hair,” Logan said simply. He clearly wasn’t a man of many words. “I am a white wolf as you can tell,” Anastasia nervously explained. “All I know is that I am very fertile and can heal faster than most.”

Nothing else mattered as I drifted to that peaceful place where I could simply give into my desires and exist. I was gaining ground on her with each passing moment, and she knew it. She craned her head to look back and let out a furious cry that made my cock painfully hard. I wanted her to make that sound again, and again, and again. I didn’t care if I had to bite, claw, and fuck it out of her. Anastasia cut left at the last second and rounded a large oak tree. I charged after her, but like she intended the sudden change in direction had cost me precious seconds. She jumped out from behind another with a large branch in hand and swung it at my head.