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“I don’t know what I feel.” That answer unsettled him more than fear would have. “Go to your room,” he said after a pause. She stood immediately and walked past him, never once meeting his eyes. Ethan remained where he was. The house felt different now. Heavier. Like something fragile had cracked, and the sound was still echoing. He didn’t know whether he was losing control— Or tightening it. And somewhere deep beneath the power, the violence, the obsession, something far more dangerous stirred. Not hatred.

JASON'S eyebrows immediately met when he was just at the gate and he saw the big door in front of their house open. He also did not know where the intense fear and strong pounding in his chest that he suddenly felt came from. Earlier before he went out to buy a snack he made sure it was locked. He still has the key. He didn't want to think that a bad guy had entered their house while his girlfriend was in the bedroom sleeping. It was then that he took big steps across the rocky pathway after he inadvertently threw the gate closed which in turn created a loud noise.

About the woman I am now, having survived public scrutiny and emerged stronger. "We don't have to decide anything tonight," I say carefully. "But Mike's not wrong. We've survived exposure before. Maybe we're stronger than we think." Damon doesn't respond. But I see something shift in his expression, not agreement, but the beginning of possibility. The faintest crack in the wall he's been maintaining so far. The threat is still out there. Victor Crane is still digging. The whispers are still spreading but for the first time, running doesn't feel like the only option.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

Jonathan shared a look with me one that said this shit was going to get bad. "if he hurts her I'm killing Dwight with the worst poison we have Jonathan, he looked at me when I mind linked him, he will hear that little bitch scream for him",he nodded. "just try to stay calm",he linked back. Helen was kneeling on the ground and I felt fear for her. We didn't name the pups yet and we barely got any time together. I'm so pissed I want to tear right through them but I can't risk my mate getting hurt badly.

No matter the price. Reyes, my private detective, leaned forward with his tablet. “Victor Crane is moving quietly, but his network is active. That black SUV matches one of his shell companies. He’s been digging into club dancers and convincing them that Serena still owes him a debt. My team is tracking every location. We’ll pin him down by tonight.”I nodded slowly. In the stories that circulated among men like me who are powerful and ruthless billionaires we treat threats like Crane always ended the same way. To be broken and to beg for mercy when they're dealt with.

“No one would care if she didn’t make it out. Or if things got… rough. Nobody knows she's still with you.” “You know I can’t do that.” I shook my head, bringing the cigarette to my lips, dragging smoke into my lungs like it might calm the noise in my head. “I can’t bring myself to cross that line. Not after I watched him do that to Lilith. I can’t…” The words trailed off. I passed the cigarette back to Adrian without looking at him. His foot was tapping hard against the stone floor, fast and uneven. He was nervous. I could always tell, Adrian only fidgeted when he was already ten steps ahead and hated where the path ended.

stay. The connection snapped. "I can't just stay," I whispered into the dark. My stomach cramped, not with pain, but with a surge of energy that made the skin over my abdomen glow with a faint, violet luminescence. The child was reacting to the violence outside. It was feeding on Nevan’s adrenaline, pulling it through the bridge like a vacuum. The heartbeat inside me was no longer a pulse; it was a rhythmic throb that matched the frequency of the Cónclave’s heavy machinery digging into the rock above us.

The same goes to Kaye and everyone else in the room who reacted with a blank expression on their faces. The room had become so quiet that they could even hear a pin drop. Jae lit up his cigarette and took a deep puff., The smoke blew up and encircled on Brightmoon like a ghostly chain. "Hmm. We meet again!" Jae said nonchalantly. "Yes! Yes!" Brightmoon responded fearfully. Brightmoon gave a sad forceful smile when he heard him. 'I'm done now, this would only spell a disaster now that I'm in the bad books of this young man!'

DARIUS POV The three of us are standing in the middle of the dungeons. I see Mara curled into a corner of her cell, quietly sobbing and sniffling. Justin is passed out. The wound on his face has hardly healed. The need for revenge is still churning through my veins. I want to cause more pain for them both. I clench and relax my hands, struggling with this internal battle of wanting to kill them, but needing information.