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She took a slow deep breath before lifting her gaze toward us. One by one. First Cain. Then me. Then Cypril. And somehow, the calmness in her eyes frightened me more than anger ever could. I could hear my heartbeat loudly inside my ears now. They were fast and heavy, almost painful. It felt like my heart was trying to burst right out of my chest. Melissa finally spoke. “I, Melissa Copper, hereby reject Cain Stone, Caleb Stone, and Cypril Stone as my mates.” The moment the words left her lips, everything around me seemed to stop. My hearing faded midway through the sentence as the world suddenly became distant and muffled.

to let her go. “I, Dante Valtorin of the Moonshade Pack, reject you… Amaya Blackwood…” my voice cracked as I said the words that ripped me apart. “…As my mate.”

My eyes widened in understanding. Evelina turned to look at her aunt sheepishly. “Tia Mel, I kind of broke it.” Coven Head Melanie looked at Evelina appraisingly before looking at Sinclair who was opening and closing his mouth in disbelief. Coven Head Melanie’s gaze finally swung to me. “Te corto los huevos para dárselos a los buitres Españolito si estás jugando con ella. (I’ll cut your balls out and feed it to the birds Spaniard if you’re playing with her feelings.)” Coven Head Melanie spat.

Catalina’s hands gripped her cup more tightly. “You’ve made her very carefully in your head,” she said. “I didn’t build her,” he said. “I recall her.” “Memory edits,” Catalina said softly. “It takes out friction.” Martins met her gaze. “Not this one.” Something hardened behind Catalina’s eyes. “And you?” she said. “What place do you hold in that memory?” He frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

And she was more than ready; she was here to prove to herself that dreams could indeed come true. Taking a deep breath, she gently pressed down on the keys, allowing the first notes to escape. The sound resonated through the hall, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. They flowed effortlessly, merging into a beautiful composition she had created—one that encapsulated her triumphs, losses, and the love that had enveloped her complete being. Every note echoed her heart, her soul, reverberating back in a gentle affirmation of her worth.

Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her. “You have been a fool all your life, Martina” Hardin growls, his lips curving up in a mocking smirk, “you have always been a fool” “I trusted you, Melisa” Martina cried out, “I was there for you when..” “Oh, shut it” Melissa interrupted her, “you didn’t make me Martina” she grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her closer, “you were only a stepping stone to give me the life I wanted Martina, i never saw you as a friend and neither did I see you as an enemy either. You have done what you should for us, i think it is time to get rid of you now”

I approached them, my face neutral and muscles tense, ready to defend myself if there was any need. "You're a hard person to see" Melanie eyed my frame. She was different from our first encounter. The graceful smile had disappeared, the hate in her eyes was loud. She was like a docile kitten before but now, all her claws were out. "What can I say? I'm busy" I said nonchalantly and she snarled at me. "Get off your high horse already" Lauren shouted, her animosity matching her master's. "In case you don't know, Melanie's position is official. The second full moon has passed and she lives. She’s going to be marked and you are going back to being a bottom barrel servant" Grace added venomously.

She then put the pizza back into her mouth. "Um, Ben... do you think it's possible for me to be free from Mark? Well, you must understand that no one wants to be a slave, maid, or whatever it called for life," Melody asked hesitantly. She stared straight at Ben trying to guess what the man was thinking with his furrowed brow. "Sorry to say this, but you can't escape Mark! There are only two choices you have, Melody..." Ben looked straight at Melody.

I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I couldn't help it. I had loved him, after all. And watching someone you once loved betray you right in front of your face hurts like hell. I told myself to forget it and just endure a little longer. This would be the last time I ever let him make me feel this way. Thank God I got to live again. Thank God I had the chance to stay away from trash like him. Later that night, Byron stood behind me in the room and said, "Bethany, once we get to Centraford, you and Lisa should switch identities."

I logged onto Spotify and played one of Melanie Martinez's songs. Lucian turned to me his eyebrow raised in question, a large smile on his face. "I didn't know you were into Alternative pop." I laughed. "It's good. If you listened to all her songs you'd understand." I turned to him. "Do you not like it? I can't change it if you want." Lucian reached over and turned up the volume. "Nah, it's pretty dope." I grinned internally at his use of language. "Did you just say dope?"