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I reached up and pulled the mask off gently. I bit my lower lip and my grasp on the mask tightened. There was a cut above his eyebrow, fresh blood trickling down his cheek. His eye was bruising, the skin already darkening. He looked broken. Exhausted. Yet so beautiful it hurt. "See?" He smiled bitterly. "This is who I am." "No." I reached up and gently touched his cheek. "This is what you do. It's not who you are." I cleaned his wound quickly with a clean napkin for Slade.

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My father opened the door to find me standing over Vivienne while she wept on the floor. He was furious. He helped Vivienne up with one hand and jabbed a finger at me with the other. "Yara! You're bullying Vivienne again? When will you ever grow up?" I looked at him. "The day you chose her and her mother — the day you stood by while rogues threw my mother off a cliff and left nothing to bury — that's when I learned that being 'good' only gets you killed." Ivory's teeth clenched. [All because of a promise to look after his brother's widow. He traded his own mate's life for it. He doesn't deserve to call himself a wolf!]

"Is this what you're looking for? Making me unhappy means making you rather more miserable!" He sucked my lips furiously. He attacked me so hard and cruelly that I couldn't breathe and I could already taste bitter blood gushing from my smashed lips. He was ripping on my lips like there was no tomorrow! "Zack, no! Please, stop! Don't do this, please! I am begging you, Zack!" I pleaded, but he seemed deaf and couldn't hear me. I tried to push him by punching him in his chest, but he was a hundred times stronger than I am! I'm so frail that I couldn't compete with his overwhelming strength! He is as tough as a stone heart.

Eric said "So you expect me to just forgive you?" Lee said "Please just let it go" Eric said "That's easy for you to say, did you let those people you and troops hurt even when they begged for their lives? Enough out of you" Lee said "I will not stop asking for your forgiveness" Eric said "Now you are acting the part of being a victim, I hate you Eric" Lee turned to leave when Eric held him by his elbow and Lee turned and punched him hard on his face and said

I don’t believe I’ve ever cried before. I pick myself up and I start ripping off tree branches, I even pull a tree out the ground and threw it as far away as my strength allows me. My wolf is crying inside me, his deafening howling makes me lose it, like really lose it. “You’ll hurt yourself.” My brother sighs reaching again to touch my shoulder, his eyes shining with kindness. I stare at my body and notice that I bleed from everywhere, good. Pain is soothing me and as last time, I’m miserable that I heal so fast, I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be in fucking pain.

I moved closer to the bed, my fingers lightly brushing the edge as I studied him again. He looked… peaceful. Too peaceful. Like he was sleeping. Not like someone fighting for his life. I hated that. Marcus came back faster than I expected. A thick file in his hands. “Everything we have,” he said, handing it to me. I took it without a word. Didn’t thank him. Didn’t look at Aiden. I just opened it. At first glance… It was perfect. Clean notes. Detailed observations. Structured reports. Every page exactly where it should be.

One guard put his heavy knee directly into my back, crushing my chest against the floorboards, while the other seized my right arm, dragging it forward and forcing my hand flat against the surface of the low wooden table nearby. "What are you doing! What are you doing!" I yelled, screaming at the top of my lungs, kicking my legs wildly, but the weight on my back didn't even budge. Brandon walked over slowly, standing right over my pinned body. He looked down at me, his eyes entirely dark as he raised the pocket knife, the blade hovering just inches above my outstretched hand. "Well," Brandon said, his voice dropping into that horribly cheerful, casual tone again. "I am starting with those fi

' She comes to life slowly, clearly weak from lack of food, but then her eyes flash and turn to a brilliant jade. 'Take your fucking hands off me, you animal.' Her hands come to my chest, and she shoves, but she's not strong enough to move me. 'I did not think you would break so easily. I thought the Bratva were made from sterner stuff.' I sneer, provoking her deliberately, and she takes the bait, managing to pull away from me and then shocking me when her hand snaps back and slaps me across the face. 'You are exactly what they warned me about.'

Buford's eyes widened in horror, his heart sinking as he watched Ashton. He'd never seen such a brutal slaughter before, either. Every single punch felt like it'd been delivered by the devil himself. It was impossible to avoid it or fight back. Despite standing some distance away, he was still able to feel the crushing despair of his fellow Jalunese when they were confronted with such formidable strength.