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She was alone. Freya stayed on the bed for a long time before she sat up and pulled the blindfold off. The room was simple, expensive, dimly lit. No cameras she could see. Just a bed and a chair and the faint smell of sex. She got dressed slowly. Her legs still felt unsteady. When she looked at the second card it had the same address and a new time. She put it in her bag next to the first one. Outside, the night air felt too sharp. She stood on the pavement for a moment, still feeling him between her legs, still full of him. Her phone buzzed with a work email. Callum’s name was at the top.

"Nate, it was all our fault! We completely lost our minds. "We abandoned our own biological son, and instead of loving you, we made you suffer so much! If it would make you better, God can take both our old lives!" I looked quietly at the three remorseful faces, feeling nothing at all. "If you really feel sorry for me, then let me go. I want to spend my last days alone."

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

"You're talking shit." Darius' lips curled into a smirk and he leaned forward in his seat. "You know what I heard?" He asked rhetorically. "That you were the mastermind of that entire episode and you divorcing him was all part of your script to play victim and make Victoria the bad guy." "That's not true." Cecil argued firmly. "I'm now convinced that you're the author of his death." Darius pressed. "You talked about benefits. But the only person who benefits from anything you do is you. You're selfish and greedy. And I'll be surprised if Thane doesn't disown you after this."

The other makes you prey. Yours in plotting, Zera

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

The guard looked away. “Who are you here for?” Matteo asked. The boy glanced over his shoulder, toward the glass-partitioned cubicles lining the far wall. “My dad. Nickolai Roman.” Matteo’s pulse hitched, just slightly. He kept his face blank. “Criminal?” The boy’s jaw tightened. “He’s not a criminal, he was framed.” Everyone said that. Matteo tilted his head. “For what?” “Embezzlement. They seized everything. Our apartment, his accounts, even my college fund.” The boy laughed, breathless. “Like I had one.”

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

Elan said, picking up the file he was holding earlier. "Argh! I always hear bad news every day. What is it this time around?" I asked curiously. "I got information that the Alpha of the Poldark pack burned down five of his omegas to death," Elan said. "What? Why? Haven't I told that horrible man what will happen if I hear of such again!" I said, getting up angrily. The last time such happened, he burned down three of his guards just because they failed to catch up with a slut he brought home.