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The identical one wrapped around my throat like a vine, choking each part of me that dared to pray. “I want to understand,” I stated, standing shakily. “We need torecognise, Brandon. Because if that is true…” He stood too. “Then we give it up. If it’s not... Then we combat what’s real. You and me.” Damien stepped in, his voice low. “We want a DNA test. I already made a name. Samples may be taken these days. Results in forty-eight hours.” Forty-eight hours. Two days of torture.

“Hunter told me you weren’t feeling well this morning. Are you alright?” I shot Hunter a glare. He kept his expression neutral but didn’t look away. “I’m fine,” I answered. “Well, that’s good to hear.” My mother smiled. “The Alpha and I were discussing something exciting. The boys will be shifting soon. They’ll be fully recognized as wolves of this pack. Isn’t that wonderful?” I forced a smile. “Yeah. Wonderful.” I didn’t care. I wasn’t a wolf like them. I didn’t belong in this world.

The moment one of the oldies tries to question him again, I feel a sharp pain in my head. My body feels weak. I mentally try to whisper to my body but I feel light-headed. The last thing was I felt myself falling before something holds me firm and tight. Liam's POV ___°____°___ The door opens as a figure on my blue-black pattern printed T-shirt came to view. I look at my presumed prey. My eyes roam from below, long fair legs being exposed to the pack's Five elders. Suddenly, I felt irritated when my eyes caught Elder Elon gawking at her exposed flesh still in puzzlement.

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KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

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Two figures stood there, confronting each other on the dark, quiet campus. “What did she offer you?” Roy’s voice was hoarse. “A million dollars.” Willow said, “Your mother paid me the full amount all at once.” “Ha…” Livid, Roy smirked. “A million bucks? Was that all? I spent a lot more money on you than she did. I can’t fucking believe the lengths you went through for a million–” A fit of violent coughing wracked his body, his eyes bloodshot and his back humped. Reluctant at first, Willow then proceeded to put her hand on his back, but Roy swatted her hand away.

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“Tomorrow evening is the farewell garden party. We’ll ‘toast’ the families. Giovanni can stand by with plain-clothes officers. Meanwhile, we invite two journalists—friends of my mother who owe us favors. They think they’re covering a charity announcement.” Vincent flipped his notebook, scribbled. “I’ll wire the library cameras to a live recorder—audio and video. As soon as Anna confronts them, we’ll stream directly to an off-site server. Even if the Valerians smash every device, the feed’s preserved.” Anna leaned forward, a spark in her eyes. “During the toast I’ll thank them for coming, then play the clip. Let Rose try to deny it. Let Vivian scream. We’ll have their faces on film while they

"When I came back just now, one of our men at the docks gave me a drive. Said it was from Iosef's crew." Elaine's closed her eyes. "And you believed him?" "I didn't have to," Luciano said, pulling out the small flash drive from his pocket. "I checked it." He placed it on the desk. I looked at it like it was a ticking time bomb. The room was too quiet. "Play it," I ordered. Elaine shifted restlessly. "Louis, maybe we—” “Play it,” I said again, sharper this time. Luciano plugged it into the laptop and the file opened. At first, the audio was of low-quality audio first, followed by a video stream from some backwater club.