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The short message, written in capital letter read thus, "YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED URGENTLY AT THE MEETING ROOM." I quickly checked the sender's details and realized it was from Williams, as expected, he had to be overly dramatic about everything. But then it meant I needed to treat the message with urgency. I didn’t want to leave Lessia, but I doubted I would be able to go for the meeting if I continued to stare at her.

i said, Amelia's eyes lit up in amusement as she opened her mouth wide, “ah!” She screamed in joy, I covered her mouth with my hand, “shh, I'm not sure yet,” I said. “Then what are you waiting for? you need to take a test asap,” she said. I placed my hands on my forehead, and Amelia smiled faded a little, She shifted closer to me, and placed her hands on mine, “What's the matter?” She asked with a calming voice,

I chuckled, “she'll be pleased.” “I just finished the second sleeve!!” Amelia announced, looking pleased and smiling. *I'm so proud of you princess. You want something or you want a break now?” “Are you kidding me?! I'm all pumped up now, I don't need a break and I have everything I need.” Smiling, I watched her grab another wool and start in the next part, humming a gentle tone to herself. “Me too gatita.” Her smile got bigger but she didn't face me. Using my phone, I began to go through emails that Melanie sent.

Amelia was already downstairs. She wasn't wearing her usual silk robe today. Instead, she was standing by the marble kitchen island dressed in a pair of tailored cream trousers and a matching high-necked knit top the exact wardrobe Ava had purchased three weeks ago for a regional logistics summit. Her identical shoulder-length hair had been styled into the same sleek, authoritative bob that Ava wore for board meetings. From the top of the stairs, looking down, Ava felt a violent wave of vertigo wash over her. It was like looking down at her own body executing a routine she hadn't authorized. Amelia was holding an empty green glass bottle, her pale fingers tracing the dust on the label before

Amelia could smell it—the dark, oppressive Alpha scent in the air, rotting and collapsing, yet forcibly held back. Amelia stood behind her desk, not sitting down. She wasn't projecting dominance, but her presence was cold, sharp, and laced with unmistakable hostility. "I thought you'd stay broken for a few more days," she said, her tone flat but cutting, like a knife. "It would've been better if you'd kept up the act." She slid a document across the desk. It glided over the surface with a soft scrape. It was a Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement.

Amelia murmured, though her heart already understood the meaning of his words. Jax took a deep breath, and his voice carried a cold sense of finality: "I, Jax Stone, the future Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you, Amelia, the Alpha daught the Silvermoon It is what you deserve. Accept it!" Amelia shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't believe it, couldn't accept that someone she loved could treat her so cruelly. "Accept it!" Jax approached her coldly, his voice piercing into her ear like a knife blade. "You are a wolf-less traitor, a faithless woman! You don't deserve to be my mate!"

" I laughed and my phone down.For a few minutes, everything felt normal.Then I heard a knock at the door.Nobody had said they were coming. I walked downstairs and opened it.A woman stood outside.She was elegantly dressed, with dark brown hair falling over one shoulder. She held a small box in her hands.“Can I help you?” i asked. She smiled politely.“I'm sorry to bother you.” I cleared my throat, “It's okay.” Her eyes moved past me.“Is Luca here?” I tried to move in her sight to catch her attention again. “Who are you?” She extended her hand.“Amelia Bellamy.”

"You really mean it, don't you?" Amelia nodded firmly. "Absolutely. I know I can't erase the past, but I can try my best to make amends and be a better person from now on. And I genuinely want to help you, Sera. You and Lucas both mean a lot to this pack, and I want to do whatever I can to support you." “Alright…. Do you want me to help you pack your stuff?” Amelia gasped in horror. “And stress the bundle of joy in your belly… No way! I just need a few hours to pack and then I come come to the pack house myself!”

“Fin. Fiona!” Sam couldn't get in the way of the woman. He let Fiona into the car and drove her vehicle away from the venue. The man clucked irritably. He stared at his woman's departure for a moment, then got into the car and caught up with her. Sam wouldn't let Fiona go for a second. ***

she whispered. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quiet. And real. She walked to the window. Stared out. But didn’t see anything. Because her mind was already moving ahead. Already trying to figure out what came next. A message came through seconds later. An email notification. From a law firm. Attachment included. Amelia didn’t open it. Not yet. Instead, she leaned her forehead lightly against the glass. Closed her eyes. Because now— It wasn’t just emotional anymore. It was real.