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I couldn’t look at him and not think about the kiss that almost was, and I needed to not be all blushy and flustered right now. “Hey, Tier,” Stephen said as we reached him. “Where are the parentals?” “They were right behind us.” Jack caught up to me, stopping at my side. Stephen looked his way, brows lifting in question. “This dude has been stalking me ever since I left the house.” “Don’t let her fool you.” Jack put his arm over my shoulder. “She practically groped me in my truck.” Stephen’s lips twitched with a smile. Not the response I expected. History had proven him to be protective of his little sis. In fact, Wes had nearly taken a fist to the chin the first time he came to Sunday dinne

smirked Amy, with her lips nearly touching the corner of her ears. "If you get what we're saying," chuckled her stepmother. “They will continue on with you until they all have a piece of you. When your full circle and no longer useful, then you will be of no use to us either.” Amy grinned wickedly at her. Stella's stepmother laughed wickedly.

I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.

That bastard still tried to control her and her freedom. Boris nodded at Drake. Stephanie was about to move when he whispered in her ear. “Vladimir makes sure she is protected everywhere. That’s what you want too, right? So Don’t meddle in his business, Stephanie. It’s Pakhan’s order, even I can't interfere.” Stephanie gave it a thought and nodded before going to her daughter. “Rose, my daughter. Stay here with me. I came for you both. I decided to stay here with you and Mia. Now no one can hurt you until I am alive!”

With a cynical smile on her lips as she rose on her fours, she said, “You will never be able to protect Stephanie from the seekers.” “What?” I gasped, clenching my fists. “You heard me, Stephanie is the seekers prey and they are not going to let go of her until she is dead.” She spoke with a grave voice. Determined to keep to my promise of keeping Stephanie safe, I ordered the guards to lock her up in prison. Almost immediately, the guards who were lurking around swooned in on her but she refused to let them grab her arms. Glaring murderous at me, she yelled, “Is this the best you can do?”

Heath murmured once, when he caught me staring out the window too long, silk spilling around me like a shroud. His fingers tightened around mine. “I’ll protect you,” he promised me. “No one will ever hurt you again. Not him. Not anyone.” I nodded, because what else could I do? But inside, I felt the weight of his words. His protection was fierce, almost suffocating, and I wasn’t sure if it came from love, the bond… or fear of losing me because of my still evident feelings for Zade. What shocked me most was Stephan. I had expected his usual cold logic, lacking the emotional intelligence to handle all of this. But instead, he seemed… quiet. Watchful.

After all, these past years, they haven’t exactly treated me with kindness, and though there have been moments, especially recently, where they have acted like I’m someone precious and worth protecting, can that truly exonerate the years of being belittled and ignored? The four of them loom around me now as we walk, my protectors against everything. I’ll never forget how they rushed to me, how they protected me from Caretaker Stephens. Hugh, especially, taking that silver bullet for me, but the others too. Conrad, ripping apart that gate. Declan, taking the caretaker’s life. Wes, trying to take me into his arms. That moment, however terrifying and traumatizing, will live with me forever, the

he said, still holding my hand as we walked out of my room and then downstairs. I hadn’t even grabbed my purse at this point. I really wanted him to say something that would make me believe in him again. So the stubborn Lavender—the one who hated being controlled, even though she often ended up being controlled anyway—didn’t even protest. Just as we were heading to the exit, we were spotted by my stepsister. "Stepbrother," she called, stepping in front of us. "Where are you guys going?" Her eyes kept drifting to the way Easton was holding my hand.

He walked to me and reached for my hand but Atlas was fast enough to push him and hid me behind his large frame, as if protecting me from any of Duke’s advances. I stared at his broad back, his veiny hand was holding my wrist. Duke chuckled out of sarcasm. “This is ridiculous! Anyway, I won’t stop claiming back what’s mine,” he delivered with finality. Atlas’ grip on me tightened a bit. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron. You should see how protective your son is to his stepsister. Such a sweet bro, isn’t he?” he added but I wasn’t that naïve not notice the shade in it.

Her eyes flicked toward the door briefly, as if replaying the encounter in her mind. “She doesn’t behave like someone who needs protection,” she added. “She doesn’t,” I said. “Then why give it to her?” “Because she knows how to use it.” Stephanie studied me for a long moment, long enough to make most wolves uncomfortable. I wasn’t most wolves though, “Or because you want to.” She said slowly and my expression didn’t change. “You’re overstepping.” “Am I?” Her tone didn’t rise or sharpen, it softened instead which made it worse.