The Alpha's Fated Kiss
“It’s the audit. The wager’s final clause. Every payment, every sacrifice, it’s been recorded. We’re the collateral.”
The ledger-sky tore open.
A book descended, massive, bound in human skin, pages flapping like wings. The cover was the true Heartstone: not opal, not flesh, but contract, inked in Vasquez and Kane blood. It opened to a page:
CLAUSE Ω: IF THE DEBT IS PAID IN TRUTH, THE LEDGER CLAIMS THE STORYTELLER.
The reflection-me stepped forward, throat slit but smiling, knife in hand. “You told the story, Elena. You lived it. Now you become it.”
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