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Narrowing his eyes evilly at me with a triumphant smirk, his overpowered form was before me. “No, dearest, King Hadrian is not going to look for his pet, you know why?” He asked temptingly, holding my chin in a firm grip, forcing me to not break our link. “Why…?” I asked hesitantly as he stopped near my ears, completing his words temptingly. “Because you are declared as dead.” My heart skipped a beat to fathom if they would declare me dead, no one would search for me and I would be trapped here forever.

“I’m here to see Mr. Myers. I’ve been cleared to return to work.” Joan’s fingers tapped the keyboard. Her eyes met mine, and she looked up. “We have a note that you are presumed deceased. This will sound odd, but that's what everyone thought.” “Yeah, I know,” I said. I kept my tone light. “But I don't look dead… do I? I am back now. Please let him know I’m here.”

“What’s this supposed to be hmm?” ‎ ‎“Open it,” he said simply. And I did. It was a medical report, I was shocked with the news I saw, it was one that froze everything for a moment. The document revealed that Sarah Fenric was declared deceased years ago, her name was listed under an unconfirmed hospital report that never made it to official records. But what struck even deeper was Elijah’s late wife, Nina, was never officially declared dead. The report had only been sent privately from the hospital to the family, never reaching the public registry or any legal authority. It was as though someone wanted her death to exist only in whispers… and now, the truth wa

“Wait… wasn’t he declared dead?” “No,” the nurse explained. “He was placed on life support and had been unresponsive, but he wasn’t declared dead. We’ve been trying to contact family since the machines registered normal breathing patterns. The only emergency contacts on file were his wife—who isn’t reachable—and you. That’s why we called.” The news sent Camila into a frenzy. Her mind reeled at the implications. She remembered clearly the day she was told he was dead—she had seen his body, or so she thought. That was the version she had delivered to Ruby. And now… this?

It is bordered in funeral black. [FILE ID: 0-0-1 | STATUS: DECEASED] [REASON: FORMAT_FAILURE_REMOVAL] [ADMIN NOTE: The Original Mistake has been purged from the core. No traces remain in Alpha Kael’s memory-loop.] I stare at the words until they blur. Deceased. I touch the screen, the static electricity stinging my fingertips. They didn't just reject me; they filed my existence under a death certificate to stabilize Kael's mental architecture. To the world of Rebirth City, I am a corpse walking.

It's still mine. "But..." the teller continues, and my relief freezes solid in my chest. "But what?" I ask. She hesitates. "You're listed as deceased in our system." The words hit me like glass. ‘Deceased.’ I just stand there, staring at her, my mouth slightly open, my brain trying to process what she just said. "I'm sorry?" I manage to choke out. "Deceased," she repeats, her voice softer now, like she's trying to be gentle. "According to our records, Tara Jackson was declared dead three years ago. There's a death certificate on file."

“Move, Mia.” The tone, the old tone. The one that used to silence boardrooms. It only made her angrier now. “Answer me first.” His eyes darkened. “I came because you being alive changes nothing.” The words hit her like a slap. “What?” He looked past her shoulder into the apartment. “You were declared dead. Legally and officially. Everything was processed.” Her heart started pounding harder. “So what?” she snapped. “So I acted.” A chill ran down her spine. “You acted?”

“You’re trembling like pups waiting for scraps.” One elder—a fat man with sweat glistening on his brow—cleared his throat. “M-my Alpha… what brings you such joy?” Carlo’s lips curled. “Alpha Kadel of Crestmoon… is dead.” For a second, silence. Then—Gasps. Wide eyes. Shock rippled through the room. “Dead?” one elder whispered. “Impossible—he was strong—” But then Carlo chuckled again, slow and dark. And just like that, the shock broke.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

Derek looked at his own, noting the device was now cracked beyond any use, practically in two distinct pieces. Declan answered his phone swiftly. Derek watched his Beta listen to whatever was being conveyed from the other end and saw the colour drain from his face. The Beta’s entire posture stiffened, shoulders locking into place as though bracing for impact, his eyes flicking to Derek with a mixture of dread and duty. “Say it,” Derek said quietly, though the words felt like they were being dragged from somewhere deep and unwilling. Declan swallowed hard. “Alpha… that was Marcus. He couldn’t reach you, but… Ethan is dead.”