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The blonde girl he kissed, or Mercedes, or one of the Alpha Females at Alpha Camp ran through my mind as a possible link to Snow’s identity. My heart clenched at the thought of him being happy with someone else. I dismissed the inevitable because each time tears threatened to grease my eyes. I felt doomed by the plot of this mate bond. “I swear that I do not know who Snow is,” Valen vowed, tilting my head up and my glassy eyes widened to look at him. “It doesn't matter. You'll be hers. I just want to be spared the pain of falling for you when, in the end, you'll crush my heart and soul when you leave me.”

Even with her mates nearby, even with Zarek's presence steadying her like a mountain beside the sea, something tugged at the back of her thoughts like a fraying thread. She couldn't stop thinking about what Tansa had screamed in the dungeon—"The sixth will rise, not of wolf, not of flesh. He will tear your soul in two." A sixth. The words refused to leave her alone. She found Jon alone in the east wing, seated near a tall window overlooking the frozen woodland that hugged Nightveil's territory. The healing wound on his side still gave him trouble, but he bore it with the same quiet strength he always had. He noticed her before she even stepped into the room.

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

My husband Lucas Farrow, Alpha of the White Walkers Pack, surrounded by soldiers, striding into the room, with all the servants bowing at him along his way. "Luke! You're back from Skagen City early! I miss you so much!" Josephine flew toward him like a little lark, wrapping her arms around his neck, like a little girl begging for candies from her elder brother. Only in Josephine's case, I knew what she was begging was a kiss.

I take it and get a closer look at it. It was an invitation to Alex Snow’s wedding, Isaac Snow’s oldest son. Isaac Snow, the leader of the Snow clan, has four children. Three sons and one daughter. The oldest one was Alex, followed by Jacob, Lucas, and April. I have never met any of them before. I’ve only seen glimpses of the daughter April at my high school. She was seventeen years old, a year younger than me. The boys were all older, that’s why I never ran into them despite living in a small town where everyone knows each other.

I said, but I was looking at her instead of the lights. "You seem tense," Sophia said, her hand coming to rest on my lower back. "Want to tell me what's wrong?" "Adrian's ex showed up," I said, and hated how petulant I sounded. "Some guy named Dominic who apparently owns half our company." "And that bothers you why?" Sophia asked, her hand sliding higher under my shirt. "It doesn't," I lied. "I just don't like surprises." "I love surprises," Sophia whispered, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. "Especially the kind that involve you."

And after that… If the verdict is death, would Dominic really sit there and watch them kill me? Even if it’s banishment. After everything we’ve been through, how could he honestly do this to me? I understand the pressure he’s been under ever since his father died, but would he just forget that I was the reason he didn’t drown under all that pressure at first? I fought for him, fought with him, fought by him. None of this is fair! My mind flashes to Joshua. He’s mandated to be there tomorrow during my trial. How’s that going to work for both of us? Is he just going to sit there and watch me get eaten alive because I refused to sleep with him?

So, rather than continuing to scream and rant for him to put me down, I wrapped my arms around his strong neck before burying my face into it and unabashedly crying my eyes out. “I was raped by a man who said that he wanted to make me his mate,” I finally choked into his flesh as my body shuddered. “He was big and ugly and Snow killed him.” “I’m so sorry,” he said as he gently caressed my head and, then, lightly kissed it. “If it wasn’t for Snow…,” I whimpered. “He knew about Snow and was prepared for him,” he grumbled with disappointment. “Damn.” “I need to be checked for diseases,” I said with a touch of panic. “I need to be checked…”

Nova blinked before bursting out, "Are you nuts?! Are we still talking about Tyrion, you know, the Alpha King who turns into a lovesick puppy whenever he sees you?!" That comment made me uncontrollably chuckle. "He doesn't act like that…" I said, feeling like I needed more wine. Nova stayed persistent. "Yes, he does! Alpha Tyrion cares for you! He will never allow the royal council to dictate to him whom he should claim!"

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