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She got up carefully, without waking him, and went to the kitchen and made coffee and stood at the window and looked at the city in the February morning light and thought about nothing in particular, which was its own form of luxury and one she was still learning to allow herself. Her phone showed three messages. Maya, sent at midnight from the airport: *Flight's good. Thank you for this week. You look like yourself. The real version. I'll be back in March. Tell Dante the forks thing is actually very charming and he should not stop doing it.* Lucia, sent at six forty-two: *Intelligence network reconstruction is complete. New architecture is significantly more secure. I would appreciate your

Lucia woke up to sunlight streaming through windows she didn't recognize. For a second, she forgot where she was. Then it all came back. The contract. The money. Alex's face when she told him. Diego's house. She sat up. The room was huge. Cream and gold everywhere. Silk sheets. A bathroom bigger than her old bedroom. It was a golden cage. Her phone showed 9 AM. Fifteen missed calls twelve texts from Alex. But she couldn't bring herself to look at them.

Her smiling face, framed by that same dark hair, those same green eyes that used to look at him like he was the only man in the world. Behind him, he heard Marielle walk up to where he sat, where he was stalking Elara Harrington. “That can't be her,” she said quietly. “Lucia's dead. She died in that accident.” “Join the club.” He didn't look up from the screen, scrolling slowly through her photos like a man obsessed. “Doesn't change the fact that she's sitting right here in front of me, very much alive.” “Is this what you’ve been doing?” Marielle's voice sharpened. “All those late nights, all the times you wouldn't say where you were going…was it because of her?”

Otherwise, she’ll be screaming something that could get me into trouble. Kenny is right. I’ve fucked this up big time, and I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of it. Lucia A Month Later My back hurts,but I need to get these books on the shelves. The new stock came in, and I have to put it up in a timely fashion. I love doing this, and I enjoy sorting all the books out into a particular order. But today…

"It's in the blood." Adam's phone vibrated. George's text: Lancaster Medical just called. Your scrip was refilled...by Lucia. Ice flooded his veins. "Lucia?" --- Lucia sat curled in the window seat, a first edition of The Bell Jar open in her lap. The amber liquid in her glass caught the firelight—whiskey, neat. Just like him. She didn't look up as he entered. "You went through my things." Adam's voice was dangerously calm.

He sighed and released my breast, which he had grabbed from over my tee. "Come in." He called out, stepping away from me. Rain entered, looking sheepish. "Good day, my Alpha, and Luna," she said and bowing more than necessary... I groaned. That behaviour usually meant she had bad news, which someone else wanted her to deliver. Lucian was much gentler with females than he was with his Betas. "Let me guess, they lost the last two suspects ?" Lucian asked. "Yes, my Alpha, they can't find either of them. Both have disappeared. Besides, they are having trouble finding the leader," she said.

Bella handed Hope to me and immediately went back to her laptop, fingers flying as she coordinated the defense. “They’re not getting in,” Lucian vowed, voice low and deadly. “Not tonight. Not ever.” I looked up at him, tears slipping down my cheeks. “We just brought a new baby home. Julian’s only hours old. Hope is still so small. And they’re burning our home around us.” Lucian cupped my face, thumbs brushing away my tears. His eyes held that familiar obsessive fire, but something deeper burned beneath it now — the evolved love that had survived flatlines, betrayals, and premature births.

Lucy said earnestly, each word reassuring Maria. Maria was deeply moved, never expecting such understanding from Lucy. "Madam, to be honest, Luna has ulterior motives. Just now—" Maria began to explain, but Luna burst in suddenly. "Lucy, it’s urgent! Lila is crying and asking for you. You’d better come quickly!" Luna said anxiously. Lucy, prioritizing her children’s safety, immediately left to check on Lila. Luna shot a side glance at Maria, thinking to herself, 'You old hag! You really think you can go up against me and tattle on me?'

The Writer_ "Where is the alpha? I want to see him," Luna Lucia questioned the hefty guards that were standing in front of her mate's chambers and obstructing her path. Her hands clenched by her side subtly. She had only just woken up from her nap when one of her maids informed her that the slut her mate has kept in the pack for months has finally gone into labour. She couldn't describe how relieved she felt at the news. The bitch would finally leave their lives once and for all.

I pressed on and released her bounds. Lucia jumped to her feet immediately and locked eyes with me. “So, who did it?” I inquired with a straight face. “A.” The letter escaped her lips smoothly, she relaxed on the chair with a nonchalant smile. “She is finally ready to ruin you. Finally.” There was a look of relief and satisfaction on Lucia’s face as she spoke. “So you better start looking for ways to save yourself.” She finished and folded her hands. I shrugged. “Nah. I’ll give you better advise, try to save yourself from me,” before she could process my words — My folded fist collided with my jaw.