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He reached over me and unchained my wrist and ankles from the cold metal, allowing slight winces of pain to leave my lips. My ankles and wrist were both bruised and bloody causing a stinging/ burning sensation as it became exposed to the oxygen. He took my arm and helped me out of the car, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a loud screech left my mouth. A terrible amount of pain rushed through my legs as I tried to apply my weight on them. I looked up at Dylan and his expression showed no remorse or sorrow once so ever. He just yanked me back up and continued pushing me forward.

ALEXANDER Back at the hotel, I am surprised to find Caroline at the front desk and when she notices my presence she walks towards me furious and slaps me, which I didn't dodge, I knew I deserved it. "How dare you do that to her?" she asks with her eyes clouding over with tears wanting to come out. "I don't want to talk about it, excuse me" I say trying to walk past her, but she grabs my arm. "You're not leaving like that, not after what you did to her" she said and without being able to help it anymore her tears started to run down her face "She didn't deserve that, I trust you and I give you all of her."

⸻ Her breath came sharp, uneven, burning her chest as her feet hit the ground harder than they should. Gravel. Cold air. Darkness. ⸻ “Stop!” ⸻ The voice echoed behind her. Too close. ⸻ Sienna didn’t turn. She couldn’t. Something in her chest screamed at her not to. ⸻ Her heart pounded. Her legs burned. But she kept going. ⸻ You don’t get to walk away from this. ⸻ The same voice. Closer now. ⸻ Her foot slipped— ⸻

Blood smeared her thighs. My pulse hammered. My fingers twitched, claws itching to burst free. But I stood still, forcing myself to breathe. Walk away. You don’t know her. “Please,” she sobbed, her voice raw, broken. “Not my baby...” The taller one sneered. “Should’ve thought about that before you spread your legs for the Alpha.” The other one laughed, his fist slamming into her face. “Dylan said to make sure you won’t be a problem anymore, but I like to be extra, I want you to scream my name into the night as I fuck you senseless.”

When Felix arrived at the villa's entrance, Silas, despite coughing up blood, stood firm in front of Zara. Standing across from them was none other than Karina. Who would have thought she would arrive so quickly? It was as if she had been nearby the whole time. "If you insist on this, don't blame me for being ruthless," she said. Karina's expression was cold and unyielding. She had already injured Silas with one strike, but she hadn't delivered a fatal blow out of consideration. However, seeing that Silas refused to step aside, she had no reason to hold back anymore.

I lifted my chin, willing myself not to react, but the heat rising to my face betrayed me. I didn’t grace him with a response, only curling my lip into a silent snarl. He pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, his smirk still firmly in place. He knew exactly how to get under my skin, and the infuriating thing was, he seemed to enjoy it. My pride, already wounded, felt like it had taken a direct hit. This wasn’t just about the project anymore. It was about dominance. About proving that I, Elena Kensington, wasn’t someone to be dismissed or belittled. That Noah Carter had severely underestimated me.

"How can that be? You're his Luna." A flash of pain rippled across Karina's enchanting face, "Any man who grasps power can be terrible, let alone when they are by nature bloodthirsty werewolves. After he found out I couldn't submit to his thoughts, he often beat me." Karina gently lifted her sleeve, "Look, this is his masterpiece." Harper saw the uneven scars on Karina's arm, her hand rushed to her mouth, so she didn't notice the eerie smile on Karina's face.

Not only had he kept backups—he'd shared those private videos with other people. Pushing down the humiliation burning through me, I opened the door and walked in. Everyone froze. From a nearby partitioned area came the sound of a woman's gasps and Nathan's raspy voice. I pulled back the curtain. I was about to speak. A lace bra flew through the air and hit me in the face. "Get the hell out!" Nathan barked the order, yanking a blanket over Chloe's body. His face was twisted with anger. Even though my heart had already gone numb, my eyes still turned red. My throat still burned.

My voice is breaking because of the intended tears that seem uncontrollable–I tried to blink it back but it refuses as one roll of tears falls down. “He can’t believe you. He can't!” A thunderous voice choked out from the kitchen, It reverberated across the room and both of us, Micheal and I were surprised. We immediately turned to the direction, only to see our maid, Carolina, approaching us, with a stern face, fixing his eyes on me. “You kicked her and left her injured. Why can't you admit your wickedness?” My mouth widely opened, caught with surprise. Carolina has never interfered in our affairs in our house not to talk or shout at me. What has really happened? Who gave her the audacity t

Kara's sneer was loaded with spitefulness as she knelt down to my level, her words dripping with ridicule, "Look at yourself, Kayla." Her voice dripped with scorn as she continued, "Did you really believe you could waltz in here and play the role of a protective elder sister for your naive step-sibling?" A cruel smile twisted her lips shortly, her eyes briefly glancing toward the door, revealing a sinister plan. "I shouldn't have trusted you, Kara! I never should have attempted…" I tried to continue my sentence, but Kara's impatience got the best of her. Her hand lashed out with sudden force, the sound of her slap on my face echoing in the room as pain surged through my cheek, causing me to