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Enzo asked, a bit stunned that Giulia wasn’t tearing a piece off of him. “I’m saying…” Gulia sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked down the hallway. “We don’t need a genius. We just need someone who can learn.” Giulia threw open the door to the small bedroom. “Someone who already knows a bit about formulas and mixing compounds.” Guilia’s eyes landed on Beatrice, curled up in the bed. The moment Beatrice saw Giulia, she sat up, scootching her but across the bed, away from Giulia, until her back was pressed up against the wall, her eyes wide.

Time seemed to lose its shape, with seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity as I weaved through the sea of faces. Yet, despite my tireless efforts, Beatrice remained elusive. No matter how earnestly I searched, she slipped through my fingers like a phantom, vanishing into thin air. It was then that Cadence, my loyal beta, intercepted my path, a concerned expression on his face. "Cadence," I called out, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and anticipation. "Have you seen Beatrice? I must find her." Cadence's brows furrowed, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "Alpha Duncan, I have some news," he said, his voice laced with hesitation. "Beatrice has left. She had som

she chokes out. Thalia looks like she’s going to go for another strike. But she doesn’t get the chance. Because my mother arrives. Beatrice doesn’t storm in. She appears—like smoke or a shadow pulled by rage. Her hair’s windswept, her body smeared in ash, and her eyes—gods, her eyes. They’re glowing gold. Nyx is awake. Beatrice doesn’t speak. Doesn’t demand answers. She just looks at the scene: Aria bleeding. Me cut and shaking. Thalia, still standing.

It felt like an intimate ceremony, so connected to her own body and the power she could wield. She whispered incoherent words to herself, fingers energized on the pages of the book. “There is a road soon.” Seven minutes later, Lucas turned onto an unmarked road. It was nearly invisible because of tree coverage, but Beatrice had no trouble finding it. We let Julian out to fly overhead and scout for us. “There will be a guard,” Beatrice said, her voice grave. “Leave him to me.” Lucas seemed nervous about getting so close to the main compound, but Beatrice insisted. Indeed, a man came forward when we approached at a slow speed. He put up a hand for us to stop, and then Beatrice slid open the ba

Silver and Maxwell were standing next to each other, both of them similarly crossing their arms across their chests and glaring at each other. Beatrice stood near the bed, looked down at me with utmost worry. Bear and Monika were by the other side of the wall, both looking just as confused as I was. "Second chance mates are possible." Beatrice whispered. "Yeah. Well not like this. It can't be this cruel." I mumbled. Beatrice waked over to the bed and sat down near Zinnia's knees. She reached for my shoulder and placed her hand on. "Is it that bad that she comes from the enemies blood? She's still meant for you..." Beatrice whispered.

Kevin shook his head and followed behind her. Beatrice had gone toward the wood before her anger cooled down. She knew that her sister was playing games with her. and she would have to play the games along with her. if she wanted to get all the evidence she wanted. She wanted to be near the Mansion to know of her every move. She turned back to the Mansion and went straight to the hall to listen to what was going on. She meets Kevin and his father arguing. A thought came to her. "How possible did Alpha Morris turn into this? why doesn't the council do something?"

For Angelica, true and twisted affection curled his lips, but when his eyes locked onto me, it was pure hunger, the thrill of a promising conquest, a soul waiting to be broken and remolded, melting into his will of steel. It was so uncomfortable I did not know where to look. “Yes, dear,” he said, nodding slowly. She spun on. “So, Beatrice—why is she so important to you? How can I help?” “You see, Angelica,” Velan hissed, looking at me with dark eyes narrowing “I am sick, and Beatrice is my cure… her blood is… special… and she knows where the bloodstone is!” The air went sour with his breath. Not like when he looked at Angelica he showed such unhinged affection, his face softening. Was this f

[AZTEC] "You would leave me, the woman who was beside you, for a woman who is clearly lying to you? You’re pathetic, Aztec,” Beatrice said and Aztec let out a growl. It wasn't the growl of power, but it was the growl that reminded him of his guilt.

Beatrice quickly walked out of the room, then returned a few moments later with a book in her hand. She opened it and flipped through the pages until she came to a stop. “I know exactly what it is. How did I miss this?” Ms. Beatrice said. “What?” Lillian asked. “Her mate is being unfaithful.” Ms. Beatrice's tone was sad, it made my heart stop beating for a second. W-what? How can this be? I haven’t found my mate. How I could I feel pains of cheating if I’ve never even found my mate?

Beatrice opened her eyes, letting out a , shuddering breath of relief. "You see?" Beatrice offered a nervous, frantic smile. "It is fine. I am perfectly fine, Alpha." Turning away, a cold spike of frustration hit my chest. My wolf didn't lie. The scent of silver was undeniable. Had the heat destroyed the chemical compound? A sharp, wet gagging sound erupted behind me. Spinning around, Beatrice dropped the ceramic bowl. It shattered on the hardwood floor. She clawed violently at her own throat. Her eyes bulged, the whites turning a sickly, bright red. Dropping to her knees, she let out a horrific, gurgling shriek. Thick white foam erupted from her lips, spilling down her chin.