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I recognize the voice of that traitorous woman instantly, and I have to fight the urge to scream at her when she tells Silas that Eli is busy and will call back. It’s hardly five minutes later when Silas’s phone rings and I can hear Eli’s voice. A shiver runs down the back of my spine as the thought of what he was probably busy with comes to mind. I look at Silas, who shows me to keep quiet. “What do you want, Silas?” Eli sounds agitated, but Silas looks amused. “I actually have a new transfer that I want to discuss.” Silas seems to be enjoying all of it. “That’s not possible. None of my members have left recently.” Eli sounds bored and far too confident for his own good.

I feel the pressure of their expectations crushing me, but the idea of being subjected to that man… of being exposed to such a level of humiliation… I shook at the very thought. The silence continues, thick and unbearingly heavy before finally breaking as Daniel speaks. "We are really in trouble. Serafine, what will we do?" I don't know, I really really don't know.

Silence" Daniel screamed, shutting everyone's mouths at the same time. The smile had disappeared from his face and now I could see anger in his eyes. He pointed the gun at me as he warned, "do not test me otherwise the next bullet would go into your fiance's brain. So what's it gonna be darling?" I stared at him as my body shivered in fear. I looked at Brian who was bleeding but trying not to make a sound. I knew he wouldn't make it if he didn't get medical attention on time. Left with no other choice, I decided to get it over with to save Brian. The priest had already closed his eyes again so Daniel had to order him to open them.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

A long silence fills the air between them so when Alissa thought that she would be ignored, she was about to leave until the door was open so quickly making her flinched at the strong air. Her eyes widen to see Daniel in a light blue shirt and his sleeves were rolled up, displaying his huge arms and veiny hand. His shirt did nothing to hide his lean physique. His dark blue pants looks so good on him and his darker than sin blonde hair was styled neatly to the side. Wait, what? "You're here?" He ask with a surprised look on his face. "You knew I was always in this building." She answered almost angrily and she steps in after lightly pushing him aside. Alissa slammed her things on the table an

The city was quiet at this hour. Daniel sat in his parked car outside his apartment building, engine off, hands still on the steering wheel like he had forgotten to let go. The street was empty. A single lamppost threw orange light across the wet tar. Somewhere down the road, a dog barked once and then went silent. He hadn’t gone inside yet. He wasn’t sure he could. Because inside meant sitting with himself in a quiet room, and he wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready for the version of himself that would be waiting in there — the one that had no distractions, no movement, no forward momentum to hide behind.

“No, I’m good,” “I’ll take a scotch,” Daniel interjected. “Thanks,” Raphael nodded to the waiter who quickly scurried to get the drink. Then he turned his head to his brother and asked, “When did you get back from Paris?” “Last night,” Daniel replied. “You were in Paris?” Sierra turned her head instinctively. This topic obviously piqued her interest. “Yes, I was supposed to be there for work, but I took a week off and just traveled for a bit,” Daniel replied.

He carried the weight of me as if his life depended on it, his good arm locking around me like a barricade. I closed my eyes, listening to the uneven rhythm of his heart against my ear. I wondered how two brothers could be so dangerously similar, yet so fundamentally different. Daniel was the builder of my prison, a man who wanted to own me to prove he could control the world. But Silas... Silas was the ghost who wanted to be seen. As the car turned into the long, gated driveway of the estate, I felt the shift in the air. The sanctuary was close, but the man holding me was the only thing that felt like home.

Elena There’s something uniquely cruel about silence when it comes after chaos. You expect it to soothe you, to give you space to breathe again. But sometimes, silence is worse than the shouting, worse than the accusations—because it’s in that stillness that the memories echo the loudest. After Daniel’s sudden reappearance and his twisted declaration of sacrifice, I hadn’t been able to sleep. My body was still, but my mind never stopped moving—replaying every word he’d said, every step he’d taken through my home like he still belonged there.