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Countless questions could be seen in her tears dripping eyes and Violet didn't restrain herself from telling her the truth. "Blake Alcazar killed him," Shocked was an understatement, she was feeling appalled by that terrifying revelation and then Violet told her every single thing, from the point Richard got to know about her real identity from Blake's men to the point when Blake revealed that she was involved with him and was planning on killing Zale and then Richard taking her name in front of Zale before closing his eyes for eternity.

Lie for once in your life. “Did you go to the slaves’ yard this morning?” the elder asked again. Violet stayed silent. Her gaze dropped to the floor. My mother shifted beside me. “Speak,” Queen Helena snapped. “Or I will make you.” Violet flinched. Then she lifted her head. Her eyes burned with fire. “Yes,” she said. The word sliced through me. “Yes,” she repeated, louder. “I was there.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. My wolf roared.

A storm waiting for her own name, her own myth. And whatever the hell she truly was… we were already hers, bound long before she ever saw us. “Let’s leave, Violet. Don’t tell me you’re already falling for them?” Abigail asked, flipping her hair with that careless mermaid arrogance. Violet jerked like someone slapped her with cold water. “Of course NOT. Are you insane? I’m just waiting for Riven to finish creating my pendant. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She promised with a shrug that fooled no one, not her friends, not us, not the goddess watching from whatever cracked sky birthed her.

Violet’s POV By the time we arrived at the Blade estate the next morning, my palms were already sweating. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. I'd already been kidnapped by the man sitting beside me, agreed to a revenge pact, and sold my soul to a scheme that might blow up in my face. Meeting his family should’ve been the least of my worries. But there was something about Damon’s silence as we drove through the gates , something unreadable that set me on edge.

“I need a test run, I'll send the sample immediately.” When he finally walked into Violet’s room, her face brightened faintly, a weak smile tugging at her lips. Her head was wrapped in bandages. “Brian…” she whispered. “It’s not what you think. Those men, they were blackmailing me.” Brian stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed. “About what?” “I… I made a mistake in the past.” Her gaze dropped. “Go on,” he said flatly. Violet swallowed, then forced the lie she had already told the cops. “I paid them to help me threaten Briella. To scare her into leaving you.”

Eyes too bright. A woman with a name powerful men had tried to turn into a file. She touched the mirror. “I’m still here,” she whispered. The lights flickered. Once. Then held. Violet laughed softly. “Yeah. I know. You are too.” She climbed into bed with the Briar envelope beneath her pillow and Theodore Cain across the hall. For almost five minutes, nothing happened. That, more than anything, made sleep pull at her. Then, just as her eyes began to close, something tapped softly against the window.

I admitted, knowing the moment I had walked away from them on the land, that I felt a jolt from his magic to my shields, he was scared. “I don’t blame you,” he said, honestly. “You should go. You need to rest,” He said softly, but I only sat down next to him. “What are you doing?” he asked softly. “Resting.” I laid back against the solid surface of his shields and I watched those violet lights dance as wild and untamed as I am. “Tell me something you wish I knew about you, Violet.” I exhaled, pondering on his words. “My wolf has never liked anyone, she has never felt safe with anyone… until you,” I finally admitted. Even in the dark, I could feel the flush creeping into my cheeks.

Talia stared at me, her cheek blooming red. "Are you insane?" I yelled. "You’re carrying a pup! You would risk a life just to frame me?" Talia burst into tears as Diane and Blake reached her. "Blake! She pushed me! She knew I was pregnant and she tried to kill our child! And now she’s lying, saying I fell on purpose!" "Ivy, how could you?" Blake barked, his voice filled with a desperate need to believe the lie. "How could you take your spite out on an unborn heir?" Diane added, her voice cold and judgmental.

Understanding, even. "Violet, I don't know who fed you these stories or why. But they weren't true. I didn't poison anyone. I rejected a mate who abused me for years. And Lucas is my true fated mate, not a manipulation target." Violet looked between us, confusion starting to replace some of the anger. "But... everyone says..." "Everyone repeats rumors without checking facts," Isabella said calmly. "I understand why you believed them. They're designed to sound believable. But they're lies.”