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They ignored me again, while Laia was looking quite pitiful, making it obvious that she was dealing with some conflict in her mind. Okay, I quit for your sake. I let out a chuckle, hoping that I could make her feel at ease "Okay, I don't want to make things harder for you. You look very weird right now. So I'll better leave." I turned around to leave, but I badly felt the urge to drop a cliffhanger. So quickly turning back to her, "Laia, I'm leaving now, but if we're fated, then we might meet again... Sooner."

“You’re tough as nails, Lauren. We dig more, we burn what needs burning, and we play the long game.” She huffed a small laugh. “Yeah. Long game.” We hung up after a few more words—nothing heavy, just enough to keep her grounded. I stared at the blank screen for a minute, then went back to the laptop. More files loaded. Another recording: Serena whispering to Dante about how she’d rather be with him than “that controlling bastard Julian.” My stomach twisted again for Lauren. She was fighting a war on too many fronts. Julian’s obsession, Vivian’s blackmail, Serena’s shadow. If the real wife marched back with Dante’s dogs at her heels, it would be blood on the penthouse floors.

All I could do was hold her tightly, feeling the weight of her grief and trying to bear it with her. I received an unexpected message from the detectives while I was clinging tightly to Laia, saying that they had a lead on the hit-and-run driver responsible for Lucas' death. I felt a glimmer of hope, but despite the urgency of the situation, I insisted on hanging on to Laia. Instead of calling the investigators immediately, I brought her over and sat with her on the sofa. Laia tried to break free from my grip, but I grabbed her firmly and informed her that the investigators had information about the incident. Laia abruptly stopped struggling and stared blankly into space. As we waited for th

Shortly after, Lucas contacted Khloe. After hearing what he had to say, Khloe showed no particular reaction. She fell silent for a moment before replying softly, "Thank you, Lucas." "Khloe, is what you're doing really appropriate? Nick is in a lot of pain." Lucas understood Khloe's plan very clearly. From the very beginning, she had never hidden it from him. Because Lucas and Nick were close friends, and because of his identity and background, he could not only help her continue investigating Lacuna, but also serve as a natural part of the arrangement to deceive Nick.

~DAMON~ IFive days later. Maddox is prowling inside my skull, restless and feral. Laia’s scent fills the air, sweet and inviting, driving him mad, driving me mad. I force him down, grit my teeth, breathe through the burn. Lady Marissa, the woman running that damnable We Heat Together, made it clear early on: Laia requested to spend her Heat alone. Her choice. One we’re expected to respect. One I am expected to respect.

He was safe. I reached out for him, tears burning in my eyes. “I can’t believe this,” I said softly, reaching out to hold him. My hand was shoved away, Damien glaring at me like I was the culprit. “You brought me here for this?!” he shouted. “What kind of sick game are you playing, Laila?” “What? No!” I stammered, shaking my head. “I—I don’t know how this happened. I swear to you, I didn’t—”

He slammed his hand on the table and Laena flinched. "I…i'm in love with Skyler, I have felt this way about him since I was 6, I was hoping we could be mates. Brother please, you have to help me. Help me talk to him, he listens to you, brother. I can't live without hi….." "Stop it" Lucas stood up from the chair and walked over to where his sister was standing, watching her with great disappointment in his eyes. "Skyler has a mate. Everyone has a destined mate, wait for yours Laena. Spare yourself and our family some respect" Lucas walked out of the office and on his way out, he called on someone to go clean up the alpha's office.

“But this isn’t the place or time to finish what we just started.” I knelt down before her, leveling my face with hers. “Lia has quieted down. Lucas must’ve finished removing the tracker from her. I promise you, I will finish what we started, but not here. Not like this, you got that?” Like a child satisfied with what she heard, she drew back the annoyance she lashed at me and bit her lip, pulling the sheets tighter to her body. “You’re not changing your mind, are you?” “What?” I frowned. “No fucking way, and you are not allowed to change your mind, too. I’m gonna go insane if I can’t have another taste of that pussy.”

"So what you're saying is Lauren was doomed from the moment Liam saw her." "Pretty much. The resemblance to Michelle would have triggered something in him immediately. And when she agreed to those first few dates? That probably felt like redemption to him. Like he was getting a second chance. But then she rejected him, just like Michelle did, and—" "And he snapped," Lauren finished, her voice barely a whisper. "He didn't snap," Nate corrected. "That's the terrifying part. He's in complete control. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's just... playing out his fantasy. The one where he wins. Where the Michelle substitute finally understands that she belongs to him."