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“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?" Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time. "I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick." "I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

Nathaniel knew him better than anyone else. Aaliyah's death was a big blow to Xander and he couldn't overcome his sadness. "Initially, Nathaniel thought that he could find the time to talk to Xander, but he didn't expect that Mango would go straight to Xander's place and get threatened by him." "Nathaniel didn't know whether Mango was bold or foolish at that moment. But, of course, he couldn't call her stupid. He could only keep his thoughts in his mind. "

But he's bruises and life scars had turn him to his opposite. "Unbelievable." Ethan clapped ironically. "When I was just in the building in front, he never spare me a glance or bother to say a word to me. Now that I'm gone, he is shaking heaven and earth to get me. Wow." Hr chuckled drily. "Nathan! Get back to the Alpha mansion you must see this!" Mark mind liked Nathan. "Mark just mind linked me, something is going on." Nathan said before dating off. "Are you coming?" Gaby asked as shifted. Ethan nodded hesitantly.

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she pressed. Nathan hesitated, as if weighing how much to say. “The Gray cousins… Marcus and Alexander. They’re both talking to me, but not to each other. It’s like I’m the only thing preventing total silence. The air is so tense you could cut it with a knife. It’s maddening.” He let out a nervous chuckle, but quickly sobered. “Honestly, Marcus usually doesn’t try to ingratiate himself with Alexander. It’s weird. And Alexander… he talks to me, but never looks at me directly. It’s like he’s afraid to meet my eyes.”

He was telling me about his parents' cabin out of town and how beautiful the lake was in the summer. "Sounds beautiful," I commented. "I would love to see it," I said, dripping with sarcasm. I don't want to see that! "See what?" came a deep voice behind me. Ugh, Nathaniel. Here for trouble as usual. "My cabin," Mark replied, while I smartly retorted, "Mind your own business." I wasn't about to give this guy any ideas. "You look angry, Caroline," Nathaniel chimed in, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "Maybe you should cool off a bit."

He looked thankful to Nathaniel for helping him and I was equally relieved too. Mark, who had been watching silently, murmured, “This wasn’t our fault.” “Mark, apologize,” My uncle ordered. Mark grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue. My uncle turned to Nathaniel’s brother and said, “I’m deeply sorry for the trouble. It won’t happen again. It wasn't intended at all.” Nathaniel was still staring at me. Did he realize we were mates as well? Or was it something else? Did he recognize me as his old enemy, Alec?

They are gathering, plotting, waiting. Nathaniel paces behind me, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. His arm is still in a sling, but he moves like a man who has forgotten the pain. He wants to go. He wants to leave tonight. He wants to fly to Switzerland, confront Crane, and end this once and for all. I see it in the set of his jaw, the fire in his eyes. Marcus sits across from me. His face is hard, his eyes tired, dark circles underneath. He has been staring at the photograph for five minutes without speaking, his coffee growing cold beside him. The fire crackles in the wood stove. The shadows dance on the walls.