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“Then who?” Alex hesitated, jaw ticking. “The Godmother.” That got a full reaction. Matteo’s brows rose. “You expect me to believe that ghost showed up in your living room like a guardian angel?” “I saw the footage. She was there.” “And you don’t know why?” “I’m working on it.” Matteo stared at him for a long moment, then stepped forward. “Then maybe it’s time to come back. You’ve played this detective charade long enough.”

The effort was too much, and he immediately dissolved into a harsh, painful fit of coughing, spitting up a dark spray of blood onto the stone floor. "Hmm. You really don't know who I am?" Matteo said, tilting his head. "Well, I'm not surprised. You always were an outsider in your own home." Leonardo looked up at him, a flicker of genuine confusion passing over his pain-filled face. Matteo let out a short, cold laugh that echoed off the damp stone walls. “you really do not recognise me?," He stepped closer to the bars, his eyes,which were the same piercing gold color as a wolf’s in the dark, never leaving Leo's face. “You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you

Oh, let me rephrase it, My King Matteo! *** THE END ***

When Matteo rebelled, there was no doubt that Leeroy would not spare him. He turned to Oregon and asked, "Do you know about Dr. Matteo's situation?" "That's exactly what I wanted to ask about," Oregon said solemnly, "Dr. Matteo is dead and is about to be buried. Did you kill him?"

Rasmus. "Are we playing riddles?" Cath asked in a soft voice. "No, baby." He mused as they stepped into the lounge, Catherine's eyes widened slightly seeing Aurora. "Aurora," She squealed in surprise and hugged her tightly as Aurora hugged her back. "What about me? Won't I get a hug?" Catherine's ears perked up when she heard a familiar voice and it seemed like ages had passed since she heard that voice.

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

The man was silent as if he did not know how to speak. Hazel asked incredulously. “Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.” “My name is Mathew, I’m a director. If you watch movies a lot, you would know my name,” he said. “Oh, I know you,” Hazel snapped. “My dad loves your movies, but I think your movies are too specialized at a minority of people, and that’s why they’re popular but don’t appeal to the audience …”

said Matthew. "Really?" I said, while putting the movie on. Matthew nodded his head and took another bite of his pizza. Dillion wiped his mouth and hands. Just as I pressed play, Dillion asked "What are we watching again?" Right when the movie was about to play, Matthew took another bite of his pizza and replied "7 Candles".

The doubts clawed at my mind, taunting me with the possibility that I had been deceived, that my compassion had been misplaced. But the tangled web of secrets did not end there. The eavesdropped conversation between Alpha Weston's mother and a mysterious figure shrouded in shadows echoed through my thoughts. The revelation of a spell cast upon her own son, a spell whose purpose remained a haunting mystery, twisted my perception of the world around me. How deep did the darkness run? What other secrets were concealed within the walls of our pack?

"Find Matteo ." " Will do Sir. " ©#KCMmuoe