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Clever girl. After this, I'd make sure they stayed protected all throughout the trial, even if they had to live with me, and then I'd find a good foster home for both of them where they could be together. These little girls were so important to this case. Their father worked for the biggest criminal I've ever had the pain and pleasure to chase. Tiberius ‘T.K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others.

In the end, the Knapps had no choice but to send her to a care facility for lifelong supervision. Daniel felt nothing when he heard the news. He drifted through his days in a haze, doing nothing but drink and smoke. His room was littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts. He quit his job, cut off his friends, and locked himself inside an apartment, refusing to see anyone. He often woke up drenched in a cold sweat, haunted by my face, my voice, and our past together. "I was wrong, Bella. Please come back…" But no matter how much he pleaded, he would never see me again.

"Tell me about Cole. You never mentioned him to me when you came to the city." "There wasn't really much to tell," I say as I put my hair down from the towel and sit down to brush it. "Cole is... my first crush. The first man I ever fantasised about. He is my first friend... the first heartbreak without even there being anything between us." I clench the yellow stone that has hung around my neck for years now. "He gave me this before he left... I promised never to take it off." "No. He made you promise not to take it off." Saf says, her voice ringing in my head. Thalia watches me from across the room, her teasing expression softening the moment she sees my fingers close around the yellow sto

Then I recalled I didn't get the stranger's number. Then my face beamed with a smile at the thought of the power of social media platforms. I assumed every young person engages themselves on famous social sites like F******k, I*******m, and Twitter so it would be easy finding Jerry. After showering, I picked up my phone ready to start my search. My interest in knowing the handsome, polite, and generous stranger took a hit on me. While drying my hair, I started my search for Jerry. Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing.

I asked, leaning forward. Aric shut the door behind him, his movements deliberate. "We received a message," he said, holding out a sealed letter. "It's from Alpha Kael of the Bloodfang Pack." The name brought a flicker of recognition; swiftly following it, the anger surged. Kael, of course. He had been an arrogant thorn in my side for so long with his ambition, his thirst for power, and his threats to upend the tenuous balance between our packs. I took the letter from Aric and broke the seal, my eyes scanning the parchment. The words were sharp, calculated, each one carefully chosen to needle at me.

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Even when they cleaned my room, I would sit silently in the armchair. By the time I eventually turned my phone on, messages flooded in. One from my mother, asking if I was okay. I ignored it. Did she ever care? One from my father also. As expected, warning me not to tarnish his image. I rolled my eyes and dismissed it. Freya sent messages, informing me she’d been officially crowned Alpha of Silverclaw. I felt a small warmth for her, she truly deserved it. Jessica also sent apology messages expressing she was sorry for not reaching out sooner ever since she left Duskfire.

Kathy Pov The drive was suffocating. Silence filled the car, thick and merciless, while my mind ran in circles, searching for answers I wasn’t ready to face. Beside me sat Jason—or at least, the man who looked like him. His profile was the same, achingly familiar, but his aura was different. Gone was the carefree boy who once laughed at my silly jokes, who held me when the world felt heavy. In his place sat someone colder, harder, untouchable.

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”

“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r