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Jace said, holding onto her tighter. “Something is coming.” She whispered looking across the yard. “Something?” Jace said, setting Nora down and standing in front of her, Cole pushing just under his surface. He didn't pick up anything, what was she sensing? He squinted trying to focus his eyes. He couldn't hear anything ethier. “Yes. Something strong.” Nora whispered, her eyes glowing amber, Zara was ready to fight. Authors Note: Hello all Thank you so much for reading! This is the last chapter in this novel! Book two is called : The Luna that Broke the Alpha Council. You can continue the journey with what is instore next with Jace and Nora there! Much Love -S.E Dymek

The words followed me down the corridor like a whisper. That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, thinking about the man behind the cold eyes, the piano in the moonlight, and the single white rose that refused to die. Maybe he wasn’t heartless. Maybe he was just broken — like me. ***Frederick Lawson had a secret, I was sure of it. But I also knew it wasn’t my place to ask. I was just the maid — the quiet one who did her work and stayed unseen. The bell from the front hall rang softly. Henry’s voice followed, calm but firm. “Miss Nova, a delivery for you.”

Just in case. I walked down the hall and stopped outside her room. She was asleep curled up, her breathing soft, completely unaware of the storm waiting just outside her window. I stood there for a while. And then I remembered something else. Something I hadn’t let myself think about until now. Nora. We crossed paths by accident a few days ago. She was leaving a law office downtown the same firm that handled the hush settlement for Blake’s father years ago. I followed her outside. She saw me before I could speak, smirking like she’d been expecting me.

Nora, I know you think you’ve won. I know you think you can just walk away into Damien Vance’s world and pretend the last seven years never happened. But I still have everything. I have your old personal journals from the house on Elm Street. I have the rough drafts of your early designs, the private financial tracking sheets you kept when we were struggling, and the personal notes you wrote about your family. I have already talked to a freelance publisher who is willing to buy the rights to the entire archive. They want the real story of Nora Vance—the desperate, broke artist who kept double books while her marriage fell apart.

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

Her eyes shifted and landed on a dress hanging in the center of her walk-in closet—a cascading ombré gown that shimmered like a galaxy of stars. A calculating glint flashed across Lily’s eyes. — Nora carefully prepared all the documents listed by Horizon Corp. She triple-checked every detail before uploading the final files to her email. Just as she was about to hit send, a voice call popped up on her screen from a high-profile client. “Miss Yates, I need you at my boutique right away. There’s a serious issue with your ‘Starry Night’ collection.” Nora didn’t hesitate. She rushed to the shop immediately. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw a crowd gathered outside the boutique.

The next morning arrived too quickly. Nora had barely slept, her dreams dissolving into fragments of camera shutters, white roses, and Celine's eyes. By the time she climbed out of bed, the house was already alive with movement. Someone was laughing downstairs. Someone else was arguing over ribbons. The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the hallway, mixing with the perfume of flowers that had arrived before sunrise. She dressed mechanically, choosing faded jeans and an oversized black shirt—the uniform she always wore when she photographed events. The camera around her neck felt familiar, grounding. It was the one thing in her life that still made sense. Cameras didn't ask impossible que

If you eat late. Nora stood in the bright wreckage of the storm’s aftermath and typed: Friday. Thursday. Don’t make me choose a cabin when we have a city. She sent it, hailed a cab, and sat carefully. The last ferry had failed. The next crossing, she decided, they could take together — or not at all. For now she had toast she still hadn’t eaten, a job eight blocks inland, and the sweet ache of a story that officially slept one.

“Second Sound.” Eli nodded slowly. “Margaret’s shop.” “Claire left something there.” “Or someone did.” Nora stepped into him, took the note from his hand, and slipped it into her back pocket. Then she framed his face with both hands and kissed him — hard, brief, and full of everything they still couldn’t name. When she pulled back, Eli’s eyes were dark and focused entirely on her. “We’re not done with this house,” she said. “But we’re also not done with each other. And I’m not willing to put either of those things on hold while the story keeps rearranging itself.”

She let out and covered her face with her hands, her whole body still tingled from his touches, everything would have been so perfect if he had stayed with her and she had woken up this morning to his kisses and then they would have had morning sex. “Robbed,” She let out and picked up the book she had been reading, that didn’t help her because it was erotica and only fed her with images of what she and Luca might do when he returns. After lunch, Nora decided to explore the rooms in the mansion in other to clear her mind and stop herself from calling Luca to find out why he had left before she woke up, the first room she entered was directly next to Luca’s room, it was more like an extension