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The freezing air of the 28th-floor server room felt like needles against Clara’s skin. Her fingers hovered over the mechanical keyboard, the blinking prompt demanding the final cryptographic sequence: 1792.08.14.ROSSI.CRUSH. ​Once entered, the unredacted files would flood the Department of Justice. The response would be instantaneous, heavy, and irreversible.

Something isn’t right ; my wolf started whining again, Deacon… something wrong with Deacon. What the hell was going on? Why was this happening now? “WHAT’S GOING ON?” Declan was on his feet in seconds, staring between Deacon and myself, visibly shaking with panicked eyes, “OUT WITH IT!” The temperature dropped, the room turning utterly silent and all eyes on our dysfunctional threesome, but one set of eyes couldn’t seem to meet mine… Holden looked somewhat ashamed, fearful. I couldn’t understand his expression but I knew it had to be something to do with this worrisome panic inside my chest.

See how much bad I could be and if you stayed after that then I would think you felt something for me. I was tired of being tossed around like an object now. If he could accept it, then I would tell Dhruv what was happening between us. Hoisting my gaze down on our joined bodies, I opened my mouth, searching for the words to say but nothing seemed appropriate. How do you confess your greatest sin?

This comforted me a bit, so I took a deep breath and said, “I can’t work anywhere else because I don’t have an ID or pack permission to be here…yet.” There. I’ve confessed. This could be a disaster. If he was going to be vulnerable with me, I would give him a chance too. He smirked as if to confirm his suspicions, not appearing the least bit angry at this confession, “How did you get here?” “I drove in my car. After my last final, I left and didn’t look back. Please don’t ask me anymore. I’m not ready to talk about it,” I looked into his warm understanding eyes with my icy blue pleading ones as if to beg. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest that I wondered if he could hear how nervous

Joseph's countenance held a peculiar mix of emotions, pausing for a brief moment before he responded, "Africa." A hush descended upon the room at this revelation. Africa? The incredulity was palpable. Clearly, this was a deliberate ploy orchestrated by the unknown adversary. "Who could secretly be assisting us?" Shiloh's murmured query reflected his contemplation. Suddenly, a memory stirred—he recalled Julia's words from the previous day. She had insinuated that hypnosis was sufficient, asserting that Jared need not resort to extreme measures. Glancing at the video's entranced subjects, he found their behavior consistent with hypnotic influence. Then, there was the enigmatic figure from the

My father’s whisper echoed in my head long after I left the hospital. It followed me through traffic, through red lights and rain-smeared glass, through the silence of my apartment. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing, hearing those words again and again until they stopped sounding like a sentence and started sounding like a confession. Daniel wasn’t running. He was bleeding quietly, deliberately, so others could breathe. That truth landed slowly, painfully, like a bruise forming beneath the skin. Every cold word he’d spoken to me. Every wall he’d built. The confession. The Will. The Swiss account. It wasn’t betrayal.

I stopped when I got to the hallway that led to my study and took the paper from him. I read through the first and second lines, then paused and turned to him. "What is this?” I frowned, tossing the paper to his face. "His confession," Austin muttered. I nodded. "You already said that at the garage. I don't understand how this information here should be useful." With shaky hands, Austin collected the paper and glanced at them, maybe to be sure he gave me the right papers. He nodded in confirmation. “That is all he said, Alpha; this is his confession."

That part felt painfully real to Chloe. A woman could pretend she only wanted power, but eventually emotion always slipped through somewhere. In a touch. In a pause. In the way Sloane let him hold her at the end. Chloe exhaled quietly and rubbed her thumb over the diary cover. Every confession in this thing was dangerous in its own way. Not because of the sex, but because each woman revealed the one thing she could never safely admit out loud. Then, after a long moment, Chloe opened the diary again and turned to the next confession.

“The Founders’ confessions.” ⸻ The room erupted with questions. “Confessions?” “About what?” “What did they hide?” The Archivist raised a trembling hand. “The Covenant tells the world what they promised.” “The confessions reveal…” “…what they regretted.” The Shadow slipped the bronze seal back into his pocket. “And that’s why I came.” ⸻ Claire took a step toward him. “You don’t understand what you’re carrying.” “I understand perfectly.” “You’ll tear the Covenant apart.”