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"There are thirty-eight letters here." "She kept two to herself," I said. "And if she knew about the beneficiary clause, and she’s kept two letters back." "Then she's not finished," Jonathan replied. "Whatever she showed us last night wasn't the whole truth. It was the version that made her look like she was helping." Somewhere in the city, I know that my sister was holding two letters that could change everything again. I had no idea what was written on them, or what she planned to do next.

“It may be the key to ending this war.” Zara’s P.O.V The memory struck me like lightning. My sister’s journal. Hidden. Protected. Forgotten in the chaos of grief. “I kept it,” I said. “I never had the strength to read it after her death.” Ryker stepped closer. “You will not face it alone this time.” I met his gaze, drawing strength from the bond that pulsed between us. “Thank you,” I said softly. Caden cleared his throat. “Alpha, there’s another matter.”

It couldn’t be. But deep down, a part of me wondered if that was the only reason I cared so much about saving him. * My hands were still trembling from holding the spell book I’d stuffed into my satchel. Every time I replayed Sarah’s words—“I’ll blind Alpha Williams this time”—my stomach twisted. It was hard to believe that my own sister was a witch. And actual poisoner. I couldn’t let fear win. Not now. Not when I finally had something real to use against her.

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

The moment I believed my sister died. The moment I believed I was the one who survived. The moment I believed I was the lucky one. And now Now I realized the truth. I wasn’t lucky. I was chosen. I was rewritten. I was made into a new person. And my sister was made into something else. Something inside the spine. Something they used. Something they kept alive. Not as a person. As a tool. My sister’s eyes glinted. “You want to know why they kept me alive?” she whispered.

“You show up, the house comes alive, the kids drive everyone insane, and then you just pull everything away again.” “Fio—” “No, seriously.” Now her voice was calmer. Worse. “I know you work. I know you’re busy. But I’m your sister. They’re my niece and nephew. Sometimes it feels like you show up with one foot still out the door.” The room suddenly felt too bright. Theo stared at his plate. Papá lowered the newspaper completely. Mamá didn’t say a word. Even Delano, who usually couldn’t resist jumping in, stayed quiet.

My day was completely unproductive, and realizing that this was all Pascha's confinement made me even crazier. A womanbeater... what could he live for other than torturing women? He's exactly like my father, and I feel scared for the woman who becomes his wife. Would she be able to live a life in prison with that monster? I shuddered in horror at that unpredictable future. The door opened when I closed the book. I thought it was Carl who wanted to interrupt, but it was my sister's fiancé who had distracted me completely. I stood up from the sofa and looked at him, who closed and locked the door. "Your fiancé is in her room."

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

If I had known all this would happen, I would've just tossed her in the trash when I gave birth to her back then! Releasing Xander, I approached Mom with a dark look in my eyes. In a calm voice, I said, "I just went to the restroom." Mom scowled at me. "Hurry up! Your sister says she wants to talk to you!" When I stepped into the hospital room, I immediately spotted Marissa lying on the bed, looking frail and weak. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, towering over her. She gritted her teeth as she glared up at me hatefully. "Yelena, when did you start loving seafood stew? You're clearly allergic to it too!"