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Austin murmured and drew his gun from his holster. “There goes my Italian burrito,” Hudson said as he knelt next to Remy and felt for a pulse. Blood pooled beneath Remy’s body and Dominic knew he was dead. He clenched his jaw together and stood up, his own gun already in his hand. “Rafaella!” Before any of his men could react, Dominic was running down the hallway towards the main bedroom and opened the door. His heart was hammering in his chest as he looked at the body on the floor.

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.

Unless she was dying. Don't get your hopes up, Maria. She always survives. That's her superpower. Finally, a doctor emerged from the examination room. He was an older man with gray hair and kind eyes, and he was smiling. Smiling. That couldn't be good. "Are you here for Mrs. Romano?" he asked. "Yes." I stood up, clasping my hands together. "Is she okay? What happened?" "She's going to be just fine," the doctor said. "She fainted due to a combination of stress and low blood sugar. We've given her fluids, and she's resting now."

He says as he wants to help me get up. "Maybe I wasn't able to kill Gregory, but I can sure still hurt him." She says as she points the gun at Domenic and pulls the trigger. I close my eyes from the shock and when I find the courage to slowly open them I see Alice, collapsing in Domenic's hands as she took the bullet for him as the police tale hold of her mother. "Help, we need help over here!!" I yell as I crawl to their side, Alice's abdomen already covered in her blood as Domenic tries to make pressure.

A low, guttural, primal cry that echoed through the WREC Room like the voice of every forgotten god rising from ash. Then she reached up— And clicked end stream. The chat exploded behind the screen. Comments. Tips. Submissions. The pack had returned. But Domica didn’t read a single one. She walked to the folding chair, collapsed into it with a satisfied groan, and exhaled for the first time in days. The man was still panting on the floor. He hadn’t broken. But he was close. She didn’t release him yet. That was her final reward—for her.

I whisper, and Dom nods. "Yes. But mortals are mortals. We all have the freedom of choice so we constantly change the plan. Your body could... You might not be strong enough for the creator's plan. You might be the first human mate, but you might not become immortal," Dom says right before punching an ancient dresser. The wood practically explodes and I shriek a little while pulling the covers up to block my face. I hear the door slam shut and I know Domenico is gone before the blanket falls from my eyes.

But nothing else followed. There was no pain. No impact. No sensation at all—just that sound slicing through the air. I opened my eyes in confusion, my mind scrambling to understand why I was still standing. Why I was still breathing. Why I was still alive. And then I saw Dominic collapsing, like every string holding him upright had been cut at the same time. He fell backward, hitting the decorated garden floor with a heavy, final thud. And then I saw the rest. The perfectly round hole right in the center of his forehead. Blood spilling down. His eyes wide open, frozen in absolute shock—as if even in his final seconds, he couldn't believe this was happening.

"She didn’t take that well." Dom was still too still. His jaw locked, his breathing sharp and controlled. Like he knew what was coming next. Like he was already expecting it. And I felt the moment everything shifted. I knew, before I even spoke the next words, that this was the moment I lost control of whatever was going to happen next. I squeezed my eyes shut. "The next day, he—he…" My hands started shaking. Dom’s grip on me tightened, anchoring me. "He was found dead in his hotel room."

I started crying remembering that most painful day of my life. "Then what?" "Dominic is unable to handle the pain of his mate's death. He thought of killing his mom first but leaving her as she was the one who gave birth to him. When he is unable to do anything, he kills himself. His mom realised what she did in anger to her own son. To pacify her action. she blessed Dominic that he will be born again with Maya and this time Maya will be her mate." I frowned and threw the empty bottle of wine on the floor.

Dom bolted up in the dark when the glass door opened quickly. He grabbed his side and winced at the person in the door. “Barry?” Barry held his finger over his lips. “You’ve been paroled, let’s go!” Not taking the time to ask stupid questions, Dom got off the bed and reached under the mattress. He pulled out the blade Jennah had given him and nodded to the man in the doorway. Dom stepped out the door and then froze when another guard was standing there. One he didn’t recognize.