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He did not know how to react to her embrace; he misses her too much but he does not have enough courage to get back from how they were before. “Thank you Clarke, I badly need your embrace right now.” His heart melted with Keira’s request, his family brought all the pain to her but she still gets her strength from him at this point. Keira started browsing her files as she began to attend her meetings via video call. Clarke took the cue and went to Ms. Elisa’s room to check on her. “Nana, may I come in?” “Sure Clarke, come in.” He went inside Ms. Elisa’s bedroom while bringing a tray of fresh fruits and her medication.

He’d been crying for hours—sharp, inconsolable shrieks that tore at my chest because no matter how I paced, no matter how much chilled teething gel I used, I couldn't give him peace. "Hey," a quiet voice whispered from the doorway. I looked up. Emilia stood framed by the threshold, her charcoal-grey power suit pristine, though her eyes carried the heavy glaze of exhaustion. "Is he okay?" "Teething," I said, my voice rough and clipped. "Been crying for hours." "Let me try."

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

I’m mid-blink, looking half-asleep, and Emilia looks like she’s just seen a ghost—eyes wide, mouth slightly open. “This is tragic,” I mutter. “No, this is art.” She grins, clearly way too amused. She moves on to the second one. This one isn’t as bad. We’re both doing peace signs, looking like two kids at a school trip. I shrug. “Not terrible.” Emilia nods in approval. “We look normal. For once.” Then comes the third picture. She had stuck her tongue out at me, and — I blink, staring. I hadn’t realised I was smiling that much.

And impossible to ignore. “My name is Emilia Rutherford,” she said. “And I am not human.” She raised her hands—claws flashing like obsidian glass. Her eyes glowed. The camera shook slightly as a figure beside her shifted—bones snapping, fur splitting through skin. “But I am not your enemy.” Static buzzed. The feed distorted, but her voice remained. “We lived among you. We protected your borders. We bled under your moons. But now you burn us. Hunt us. Call us monsters.”

Emilia stares at me, eyes wide, shocked more than hurt. Then the screen appears. [TASK COMPLETED ] The screen flashes into existence right in front of me, bright and unapologetic. [REWARD GRANTED] [CONFIDENCE +20] [$30,000 DEPOSITED] A rush spreads through my chest. I straighten my shoulders with pride. Claudia is yelling now. “Have you lost your mind?! You think you can assault people in my house?!” Emilia’s voice shakes. “Dad, Mom, did you see that?! She hit me!! That psychopath hit me!!!”

"Will someone tell us what the hell is going on?! This is only an Ome—" "Emilia," Marcus says cutting off his Alpha. "Emilia is only an Omega who came from Black Claw. She doesn't have any ties to anyone here." Mr. Marks laughs silently before turning to look at Alpha Kade, "Son, I want you to meet Emilia Evans. Her parents are part of the reason we have a vendetta against Alpha Jackson and the Black Claw pack. Emilia is the little girl I spent three years trying to track down." He turns his eyes back on me, "Emilia has no relation to me, but she does have family inside this pack, Kade."

“This won’t stop him. But it’ll give people a reason to stand with us.” Celeste stepped outside. She looked at the sky. Then she whispered, “It’s your move now, Viper.” --- Across the world, in a dark room filled with screens, the Viper watched. He smiled. “She’s almost ready,” he said. “But she still doesn’t know everything.” He picked up a photo. It showed Emilia, years ago, standing beside a man with sharp eyes. “She thinks the game just started.” He turned to a masked woman. “Send the next file.”