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I trail my fingers through the lake, watching ripples bloom outward before disappearing into the night. For a while, neither of us speaks. Then Lucian breaks the silence. "Yesterday wasn't my first near-death experience." His voice carries softly across the water. I glance up. Moonlight carves sharp lines across his features. His profile is calm, thoughtful, almost haunting against the darkness. "Most people would become cautious after something like that," I say. A faint smile touches his lips. "Instead, it made me greedy." My brows rise. "Greedy?" "For life."

“You already altered the events of this life by saving Caius, maybe everything including Lucian changed.’ I knew she had a point there but was I ready to bank on that and trust Lucian? I was torn in two. The way he treated me and the way he treated my people made me see him in a different light, but the image of what happened in my past life was hard to erase from my mind. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.," I told Lucian, attempting to sound as calm as possible. "I will be right back." Lucian nodded. “Okay, don’t take too long.”

Jason's calm facade didn't shift, but inside, a cold shockwave rippled through him. He hadn't expected the old woman to say something like that, that he resembled the child who vanished all those years ago. The old woman's words slammed into him, echoing Duval's poisonous taunt from days before: 'I think the child they found was you, Lucan. And I think that your 'master' found you that night.' Although he tried to deny it, the truth was that this felt like it was no longer just a rival's manipulation; it was a possibility, a ghost from a past he never knew he had.

Chapter 4 Lucian's POV “Mate!” Her words keep ringing in my ears like a hammer on an anvil as I walk out of the prison house with no clear destination in mind. I have finally seen her after waiting patiently for over eight years. I’m supposed to be happy, but I can't afford to be. She is the perfect definition of everything that could go wrong. She has almost every wrong combination of things I hate. First, she might be a human, a creature I don't trust due to their constant betrayal. Also, I'm one of the leading Alphas in the world, and I need a very strong and capable Luna beside me.

Vica told him, feeling a little bold. Lucian didn’t even think before he flew at the woman, his hand on her throat. Anger blinded him to the fact that she was just telling the truth. Why couldn’t he see that? It wasn’t her fault that he was hiding behind his loss. Vica went still as he tried to choke her to death. Her flesh was soft under his hand. This woman had done nothing to him. Lucian let her go, making sure she was standing on her own two feet before he hung his head. “I am so sorry,” Lucian told her, feeling like he had done more than just grab her. He had let his past take over his life.

“Selena, I’m sorry. For everything. For what I did to you, for what I let happen to you. I have no excuse, no way to make it right, but I need you to know—I regret everything.” I didn’t respond. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to accept his apology so easily. Instead, I asked the question that had haunted me for days. “Why?” Lucian’s brow furrowed. “Why what?” “Why did you come to Nightshade? Why did you fight for me?” My voice trembled slightly. “Why did you suddenly decide that I mattered—after treating me like I was nothing?” Lucian’s gaze darkened with guilt. He sighed. “Because I was a fool. I didn’t see the truth until it was almost too late.”

"Mrs. Anderson has been married to Cario for so many years, so I am sure Mrs. Anderson is not unaware of what he did 19 years ago, right?" Lillian's face turned ugly, "You already knew all about it?" "Even a closed wall has a crack that lets in the wind," Renea said as she picked up her wine glass and drank the fruit wine in it. Lillian was lost in thought as she looked at her. She always felt that the girl in front of her did not look so young and innocent. She always felt that her experience and thinking logic were different from normal people. "Mrs. Anderson, it doesn't matter if you don't leave this marriage or not, I'm going to take revenge on the Zelasco family." Renea made her attitud

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

If this was my last chance to say any last words before my untimely death, I would take full advantage! "I hope you all join me in hell soon." I felt the sting of the slap as it echoed in the room. I clutched my face and fell to the ground, the right cheek where my father slapped me burned. I licked my lips, tasting the tang of iron, blood. I hadn’t even seen him get up from his chair. Just as he was about to continue berating me, someone pushed the door open. "How dare you defile the future Luna candidate offered to the Lycan King!"

The man before me was not the same Harry I knew in my previous life. Back then, when he killed me, his face had gone pale. His expression did not change when he cut Nessa’s ropes. I clenched my fists. “Feel better now?” I looked away. “Evelyn, I know I was wrong. All these years, I’ve regretted it every day. For you…” “Shut up!” I did not want to hear another word. Harry’s eyes darkened again. Then, he smiled. “It’s two in the morning. You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?”