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Crawford asked attentively. After a few minutes, he handed the phone to her, and she spoke, "Hello, Mr Langford. My name is Raya Blackmark. I'm speaking from NBM Corporations and I have a little addition to your offer which can make you interested…" she had a prize-winning smile on her face as she talked. After disconnecting the line she finally heaved in a sigh to utter, "My work is done, now. Crawford." Stunning back on her seat, she twitched her lips when she heard what Crawford asserted.

Hudson said. "Do you... Do you still feel her?" Hudson said making sure he picked the right choice of words. "I don't know." Was all Damien said. He sighed. "I will be going to New York, i have to meet Alpha Lucian concerning the project." Damien said. "Ohh... Okay." Hudson said. "When are you going?" He asked. "In a week' time." Damien said picking up different files. "Don't over work yourself." Hudson said before leaving knowing fully well that Damien would not listen to him.

“It requires you to be an actress, Rachel. You’ll have to be seen as the wavering leader. People will look at you with pity. Or worse, with contempt.” “I’ve survived worse than a few dirty looks, Damon,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve survived being a prisoner. I’ve survived being an outcast. If a bit of public weakness saves this pack from a famine, I’ll take it.” Damon leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. “Seven days,” he whispered. “We give the lie seven days to take root. If it hasn't worked by then, we end the theater and we go to the border with steel.”

Ruari explained. “They are transfering all the ranks. Nhavtan will become beta and Dirk will become gamma.” Mark added. I was happy for them but that also meant Sofyia would be leaving. I looked at her as she grabbed my hand. We watched on the large televsion hanging on the wall as Mikal handed the pack to Bairn, Nhavtan and Dirk. As predicted everyones phones began to blow up. Bryce was not happy and I knew this was the catalyst for a shit storm that was headed our way.

DANIEL'S POV 10 hours ago*** I stared through the glass window at the scene outside my office. The weather was beautiful compared to my mood. I was waiting for news from Elena after her conversation with Alexa. I have a meeting around 11 a.m. at Jones Corp and I hope Alexa will have no doubts by then, and she will sign her shares over to me.

I grabbed my things and stormed out, ignoring his voice calling my name. By the time I reached the reception area, my pulse was racing. And there—like some twisted coincidence—stood Damon. I tried to walk past him, but he called out to me. Forcing a smile onto my face I turned. “Hi.” He looked at me, his expression unreadable, somewhere between anger and concern. “You’ve been crying,” he said, his tone low and serious. “I just quit my job,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “And I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I have no money. My father doesn’t even support me, instead he has his dear son bossing me around and ruining my life.”

Adam POV I replied, "I would love nothing more. I want my pack to survive". Damien opened the cell door and Dina whined, "Adam! My Alpha! You can't leave me in here. You need me. I'm your Luna!" Damien asked, "Did you know she was letting King Orfeo feed from her?" I replied, "I wouldn't doubt it. Dina, I don't need you. You never were my Luna. You were there because my dad wanted you to be. I, Alpha Adam Dumas, reject you, Dina Rosen, as my mate and Luna." I felt absolutely no pain as I walked out with Damien. Dina, however, either felt a lot of pain, or she was extremely pissed, because she was screaming when we left the dungeon.

Charles exhaled, his eyes heavy, his jaw tight with restraint. “Not tonight,” he whispered. Fiona nodded. “No,” she replied softly. "Not tonight." But the air between them crackled and nothing about them would ever return to what it was. MEANWHILE — IN A MOTEL THAT SMELLS OF CHEAP BLEACH AND ROTTING CARPET Marie Drams sat on a thin mattress, knees pulled to her chest, and was shaking violently. The TV flickered in front of her cheap, static-filled, but clear enough to show the replay of the press conference.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond hummed—alive, electric, beautiful. My knees nearly gave out. Him. Damon stared at the thread. Then at me. His face didn’t change. Valentina’s grip on his arm tightened. The drums stopped. Silence. Damon raised his hand. “I, Damon Blackthorn, future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack…” His voice was steady. Cold. “…reject you, Elara Voss, as my fated mate and future Luna.” The thread flickered.

He quickly admitted as his fellow guard glared daggers at him for outing them so quickly. “You let them go into a room where you knew your Princess was in a vulnerable situation with her even more vulnerable mate? You placed your Princess in danger. You placed the Delta of Nebrodi, the last surviving ranked member of Nebrodi outside of our Luna and her sisters, in danger?” Damon ran his hand over his face. His eyes glazed over, and four warriors walked up a moment later. “Yes, Beta?” Ottaviano questioned bowing his head. “Ottaviano, who is currently watching Silvano?” Damon questioned. “You take these two away. We’ll deal with them later for their failure to do a simple task of guard duty.”