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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.

Alpha Jax handed it to Ana, who read it aloud to Damien: "'To whoever finds this, our daughter, Anastasia, is not of our blood. She is a gift from the Moon Goddess, a Lycan born of prophecy. Protect her, for she will be the key to uniting the packs and bringing peace to our kind.'" Ana's voice trembled as she finished reading, her eyes locked onto Damien's, seeking answers and reassurance. Ana's eyes welled up with tears as she read the note, her heart aching for the mother who had sent her away to protect her. The note spoke of war, suffering, and death, and Ana realized that her past was marked by violence and fear.

I need to get to that potion bottle; then my beloved can do what her heart desires with this stupid mut. Then as suspected, for I know that my beloved would not have listened even if I ordered her to do so, Anastasia turns into her true form. Now to say that Catarina is not scared beyond death, then that would be a blatant lie. I have just seen a werewolf turn a shade so pale that should she stand against the wall, she shall become one with it. But thank the pope, she has not dropped that bottle yet, though I do fear if Anastasia does continue to approach her in such a way that she might do so unwillingly by the tremors that are taken control of her hands.

His touch is possessive, firm. "I’m going to the estate in the mountains tonight," he says, his tone dropping, becoming intimate and terrifying. "It’s far away from here. Quiet. Private." He pauses, his gaze raking over my body, stripping me bare without removing a single piece of clothing. "And I’ve decided I want you to be the one to keep me company." My mouth goes dry. "I... I don't..." "You don't have a choice, Anastasia," he cuts me off, a smirk playing on his lips. "You owe me a debt. And I intend to collect."

ANNASTASIA The man holding me was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features. His eyes were a pale, icy blue, the color of winter sky. He was handsome. Undeniably handsome. But there was something wrong about him. Something cold beneath the charm. Something hungry in the way he looked at me. He smiled. It did not reach his eyes. "You must be Anastasia," he said. "Hector's new Luna. I've heard so much about you."

She knew. Anastasia closed her book carefully. Deliberately. Like she was giving herself time to become real after existing as a ghost for so long. She wore simple clothes. A dark sweater. Jeans. Her hair pulled back. She looked nothing like a crime boss. She looked like someone's mother. "You figured it out," Anastasia said. Her voice was exactly as Lena remembered it, though she'd only heard it in the vault of her subconscious. "You refused the trap. You came anyway."

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ Vanessa is the epitome of beauty. And by beauty, I mean in character. I had come back wearing nothing but boots and Ronan’s shirt; she knew something was up and served me a cup of hot chocolate. I still haven't decided what to do about Isabella’s case. I feel like the reason it's bothering me this much is because I haven't told anyone. Not Vanessa, not Ronan, and I definitely will not tell Mavis.

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Anastasia shifted back to her human form and wobbly sat on the rock, heaving loudly as she rested her back against the smooth surface, her hands under her head and her eyes gazing past the tall trees to the distant sky as a smile found its way to her lips. "Now, I am free." She whispered, resisting the urge to scream out loud about her newfound freedom. "You know this is not a good idea." She finally heard her wolf's voice, Anne in her mind. Anne has been saying this over and over since she was planning her escape. "Good idea or not, as long as they never find me," Anastasia said, closing her eyes. "We are not safe out here, Anna," Anne whispered. "Not safe?" Anastasia giggles. "Don't undere

But alas, Anastasia's feeble attempt only resulted in her collapsing into my waiting embrace. "Ah..." "A delicate beauty, indeed," I chuckled, my voice dripping with amusement. With a mere touch and the warm breath that escaped my lips, Anastasia was overcome with desire, her body responding again and again. Her flawless skin blushed a delicate shade of pink, glistening with a sheen of perspiration. "Huu..." Anastasia gasped, her breath heavy, her gaze locked with Riel's captivating purple eyes, longing etched upon her face. Meanwhile, I too had lost control, the infernal blood within me boiling with an unquenchable intensity.