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Instantly, the steel wire disintegrated into several black needles. She counted the needles, and there were precisely eighty-one of them. “Huff!” Thea took a deep breath. “Is this a coincidence or fate?” She was slightly perplexed. James obtained Crucifier, which could save lives, but she acquired Exalter, which was for taking lives. Moreover, she also found the Book of Malice. Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy.

And then, at the very bottom—us. The rejects. Even their omegas lived better. We were the hands that cleaned their fields, the mouths that fed their hunger. Disposable. My eyes landed on another title: The Rebellion of Valen Hunter: A Warning to Future Traitors. My chest clenched. I leaned forward and read line by line, every word slow. Valen Hunter was executed for crimes against the bloodline. May the goddess silence his lineage. I squeezed my eyes shut. They were jokers. What crime did he commit? They didn’t even say. Just dressed it in ritual and called it justice.

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"Keep quiet," "Yes, kill her. She deserved to die," "She's a b*tch," the pack members rained curses. "Stop! I have something to tell you all," Derek yelled, and the executor stopped. He was faster than me. I was about to stop the executor as well. But why was he there? "What's wrong, Derek?" One of the elders asked. "Take this," he said and handed over a book to Elder Elliot. "The Grey Moon pack secret technique book! How do you take this?" He asked coldly and firmly.

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Today is the day of execution. Although Demitti promised to save me, I know that there is still a possibility that he will fail and I will end up dying today, in front of the whole kingdom of Solterra as a traitor, as the criminal who almost killed my betrothed's mother – the queen of this kingdom. It is a very heavy crime and my life probably will never be enough for the royal family.

With a force that would have thrown most wolves clear. Kieran did not move. He held it with a locked jaw and the absolute refusal of a man who had decided this ground belonged to him. The Executioner went still. The column was completely silent. Then the blood came from the Executioner's lip, from his nose, running together at the corner of his mouth. His chest shook once. He was laughing. Low and wet and entirely genuine. The laugh of a man who has just encountered the most interesting thing he has seen in years and cannot help responding to it honestly.

“Aiden, you think this is about this life? You think I rejected you because of what you did this time?” Aiden's golden eyes widened in horror. He froze, as if struck by lightning. "You're... you're reborn, too?" he stammered. I looked at him, the man who was once my entire world. Now he was a pathetic wreck on a street corner. And I suddenly felt nothing. "Aiden," I said his name one last time. My voice held no hatred, only a dead, hollow calm. “In our last life, your son with Cora murdered me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. Don't you see, Aiden? With or without me, you are the architect of your own ruin. That was always your fate.”

A gloved hand appeared, shoved the desk aside like it was cardboard. The door exploded inward. Gas flooded the room in a white tide. I fired until the slide locked back empty. Dante roared, lunging, but a boot caught his wrist; bone cracked, the pistol spun away. A second kick to the ribs sent him crashing into the bookshelf. I tried to raise my backup piece, but the world swayed violently. The mask was useless now; the gas was inside me. The Executioner stepped through the smoke. No hurry. No wasted motion.

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.