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I had just returned home from the hospital when a message popped up on my phone. Valerie had sent me a video. I frowned and opened it. What I saw was chaotic and vile. I could recognize the person lying in the filth with just one glance. It was my mother, who was in a persistent vegetative state after a car accident. My mother had always been meticulous about cleanliness. Yet in the video, she was covered in feces. Her jaw had been dislocated, and someone was forcibly pouring urine into her mouth.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

The people around me actively fanned the flames while enjoying the spectacle. They filmed Harry and Joanna through the glass window of the karaoke room. The room was not completely soundproof, and I could clearly hear Joanna’s moans through the door. Joanna’s best friend pointed her phone camera at me with a smile. “It’s just a game, Suzie. You’re not mad at them, are you? Jojo doesn’t walk back on things she promised to do! Besides, Harry should be happy. This is Jojo’s first time!”

Silverwood Pack. I clicked before I could think. Inside were text files, emails, and one video. The date stamp told me it was recent—just weeks ago, during Zane’s Silverwood visit. I opened it. The screen filled with Lydia, naked, kicking away her panties. "What are you doing?" she asked someone behind the camera. A man’s voice answered, smooth and deep. "Memories of our first time, baby. Turn around. Let me see you." My breath caught. Zane.

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