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"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

″ Anas screamed in his usual manner. Anna rolled her eyes. ″I knew you guys would be awake by this time,″ she explained. ″Yeah right. And you couldn't call for how many days?″ Haniya said as she eyed Anna. ″I'm so sorry. I haven't really had time,″ she lied. ″Quite lying,″ Anas said. ″You forgot us so soon.″ He cried dramatically as he said this while Anna and Haniya laughed. ″I'm sorry,″ Anna said when she stopped laughing, ″But I never forgot you. You guys are my world.″

I had stood at her door at dawn and told her I wasn't going anywhere, and I had meant it more than I have ever meant anything. "I'm going to say something," I said, "and I am not going to dress it up as business, because we are both too tired to keep pretending. So here it is. Plainly." "Caspian…" "I want you." I held her eyes. "Not the manager. Not the launch. You. I have wanted you since before you walked into my conference room, and I am done acting like these nights have ever been about anything else. The chase is over for me, Anastasia. I caught the only thing I ever cared about catching, and I am not letting the office or the gossip or whatever ghost you're hiding take it back."

So do I. I clench my fists so tight my nails dig into my skin. I feel the wet sting, maybe blood, but it’s nothing. Doesn’t even register. The only thing I feel is the fire burning through me, this white-hot rage crawling under my skin like it’s trying to tear its way out. I want to rip Isaac apart along with everyone who hurt her. But then I look up and Anastasia already looking at me. Her eyes are locked on mine like she’s been waiting for me to look. There’s something soft in them, something quiet but powerful. She gives the smallest shake of her head. Barely there. But I catch it.

TRISTAN'S POV The sudden silence in the cabin felt deafening. Anastasia’s sharp eyes, which had been dancing with the thrill of a juicy piece of gossip, now narrowed, fixing on my face. I could feel the color draining from my cheeks, a telltale sign of my internal turmoil. She’d just dropped a bomb about Juliana, cheating on him with a male dancer named Titan. And I, the careful architect of my own survival, was caught completely off guard.

“I don’t care, Gregor! I will fucking fight you—move away now!” “Let her in!” I barked, slamming my glass down onto the desk with enough force to make the liquid jump. The door burst open, and there she was—Anastasia, storming in like a whirlwind in heels. She was dressed in what must have been her bridesmaid gown, an elegant thing that clung to her with tailored perfection. Her hair was pulled into an updo, her makeup pristine, her heels clicking with authority. But the cracks in her mask were obvious. A single strand of hair had escaped and fallen across her forehead. Her eyes twitched with tension, her hands were clenched into trembling fists.

One can cure a disease but a defective soul can't be fixed. Later that evening, Anastasia was working her shift as a barista in the café when Adeline, a girl she had recently befriended, whispered something in her ear. She stiffened and stepped out immediately to see a rich and fancy-looking woman sitting near the window enjoying a cup of coffee. Anastasia was asked to take a seat. As she did, the woman pushed a brown packet in front of her. Confused, Anastasia opened it and let out a blank, dark chuckle when she saw what it held.

Something was dreadfully amiss! And then, in a sudden moment of clarity, Anastasia realized the truth. "You..." she stammered, her voice filled with both accusation and realization. Anastasia had unwittingly consumed the wine meant for Riel, and now she was left to face the consequences. She seethed with anger, her fury radiating from every pore. Despite her weakened state, she mustered the strength to rise swiftly, her hand poised to strike me. But alas, Anastasia's feeble attempt only resulted in her collapsing into my waiting embrace.

I press on, "You see, Dwight, we both have our doubts, our insecurities. And perhaps, in acknowledging them, we can find a way to ensure that our mates remain loyal to us, no matter what." Dwight's gaze drop to the ground as he tucks in his hands inside his coat’s pockets. As the weight of our words poised on the precipice of revelation, the stillness of the night is shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching. Anastasia emerges from the mansion's entrance, her presence casting a sudden spell of interruption over the scene. Carrying a thick folder cradled in her arms, Anastasia makes her way toward us, her gaze downward. She only lifts her gaze when she talks to me."Yvanna, I'll be borro

"Unless any of you would like to question my decision?" Silence. The white-blonde woman stepped forward. She possessed a chilling beauty, akin to a blizzard—cold, deadly, impossible to ignore. Her icy eyes met mine, holding them captive. "I am Anastasia Volkov," she announced, her voice as sharp as frost. "Leader of the Siberian pack. And I have no desire to witness a half-blood embarrass herself in the ring." "I didn't ask for your interest," I retorted. Anastasia offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You have spirit. I appreciate that. Perhaps when Niklas breaks you, I will collect the pieces and forge something useful."