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He was already becoming an issue to him and soon he would be more than he can handle and that would be too late for him. The next morning, Violet stepped out of her room humming a song. She couldn’t forget how she had spent the morning with her mate and it made her happy also adding to the fact that she had ruined the plans of Denver to expose her. Yesterday went smoothly for her and she believed the moon goddess was on her side helping her through it. If Leo hadn't rushed back to warn them about Denver who he saw from a distance then she would have been busted in her lies and caught with Luke. Violet walked through the corridor when a hand grabbed her and pinned her to the wall.

When one mate was killed, the other died within a day as if the bond had dragged their soul after them. I could not breathe for a second. Blaze rumbled inside me. Violet slowly lifted her eyes from the page and looked at me. Her face had gone pale. “Axel,” she whispered, “some of these traits… I have them.”

“Not just against you, but against your parents for killing his mother.” “That’s the thing, Hertor.” Violet looked me in the eye, unwavering for a single moment, her words piercing right through me. “That’s a lie.” “What?” A hint of laughter slipped through my voice. I frowned, almost laughing at how absurd that sounded. But Violet didn’t laugh. She stayed serious, determined in what she was saying. “My parents didn’t kill Rayan’s mother. I was there that day, I saw it.” The painful certainty in her voice, in her gaze… it was too much to ignore. I turned my face away from her, as if trying to escape the statement. But it was useless.

Violet turned her head to Wesley. Wesley put his book down and gazed at Violet. "Are you done with your vacation?" She nodded her head. "Yes, Dad." "But I heard you were there for some work. Did you grab the project?" Violet sighed, realizing she had been lying to the whole family. But she could not tell him that she went to the Scarlet Howl Pack. Wesley saw her silence. So he got up from the bed and moved toward the couches. He took a seat on the single couch and gestured to her to sit on the other.

“And remember this: next time, don’t hand your life over to a man who only knows how to use you.” I had someone take her away and settle her elsewhere. Alive, she was far more valuable than dead. What she knew was enough to dig up another layer of information from the people still surrounding Drake. As Drake was forced toward the exit, he suddenly turned back. “Violet!” I stood where I was, watching him. He continued, “Was there ever, even for a second, when you actually loved me?” The question was so absurd that I almost laughed. I walked toward him slowly and stopped just one step away.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

She peered at the window and noticed that big triangle tent around the cabin while Bull was slowly fixing things. "It'll be a little noisy, Violet. Sorry," Bull kept that kind smile and kind act that he always does. "I have earplugs for you." "Don't worry," Violet said as she looked outside. There's nothing but them. It seemed like it had been planned. Everything was planned. "Tell me, why am I here?" "To save you?" Chameleon answered. "And where's Viper?" "He's working with Harvey behind the back." Violet looked around and on the very old small bed. Like it's the bed of a teenager. She slipped off from the bed although she felt a sort of stinging pain. She's used to that pain.

"They should be. Future generations will want to know the truth." "You are exhausting." "I've been told I'm charming." "You've been lied to consistently and at great personal cost to whoever was doing the lying." Ares laughed, the kind that filled the vehicle entirely, and from the SUV ahead of us I watched the shoulders of two guards visibly loosen. People found it disorienting, I knew, the gap between the stories told about House Orion and the reality of what it actually looked like from the inside. The feared Decaulion and his siblings. Vesper, who had thrown a knife at Ares two months ago because he had been singing the same song for forty minutes and she had reached her limit. Athena, w

Rage filled her as she glared at the wall before her. "Tell me exactly what happened" the cloak woman said, leaning into her seat too. Violetta gave her a once over glance, before she rolled her eyes and went ahead to explain. "I went to the mall like every normal person would, then I saw Elvira walk in. I went to say hello to her, but she suddenly insulted me and even hit me across the face." She explained, a frown on her face. The cloak woman snorted, "Coming from you that I'm familiar with quite well, it's a lie. Elvira can't just attack for no reason. If you want to tell me a lie, then find an award winning one."

Her ash-blonde hair was sleekly pulled back, she was breathtaking, as if she had just stepped out of a Miss Universe pageant. As he stood before her, she lifted her gaze to him, her lower lip trembled as her eyes began to water. "Please, don’t reject me right away, not with everyone watching," she pleaded. "Wait until tonight, we can do it privately. Spare me this humiliation." Jasper laughed hoarsely, unable to believe his ears. "Reject you? Why would I turn away a gorgeous mate like you?" he asked in astonishment. "You’re mistaken, I don’t have Royal blood," the young woman stammered. "I'm Violet, Chief Warrior Rubio and Alia are my parents. Spare me, I promise to accept your rejection so