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Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

Only now do I see what it costs. Nora does not collapse. She does not spiral. She does not cry or rage or demand the universe make sense. She dulls. Her readings lose warmth. Not accuracy. Never accuracy. But resonance. People leave steadier, calmer, and lighter in a way that feels unfinished, like a knot loosened but not untied. She sleeps poorly. Her dreams thin. And when I enter them now, I do not feel what I once did. I can still feel her presence. Her awareness. The steady center that makes her who she is.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Adrian was never one to trust easily. Especially not when it came to the past Amelia so carefully guarded like a vault sealed with concrete. But that morning, something in the air told him to stay alert. Maybe it was the way Amelia hesitated before leaving for her meeting, or how Nora as she was known legally clung to her side longer than usual, refusing to let go until Adrian promised he'd be right there the whole time. And he was. Nora sat on the floor of the living room with a set of coloring books, her little legs crossed and her tongue sticking out in focus. Adrian watched from the couch, flipping through an old architecture magazine, though he barely registered the pages.

“Bye, Jayden.” Later that evening, as we walked down the beach under the fading sun, I asked, “Did it bother you? Seeing him?” Richard shrugged. “I’m not threatened by something I’ve already won.” Another day, we stopped by a small bookstore café. I was reaching for a novel when I heard a voice say, “That one’s really good.” I turned. Nora. She looked effortlessly beautiful, as always — tailored pants, soft curls, perfect lipstick. “Thanks,” I replied, placing the book back.

"She is just pretending to get out of the mess she created." A frown touched Rick’s face. He snorted and tried to walk past her, but Nora moved to block him again. "Don't be ridiculous, she is truly unconscious. You have no idea what she's been through, she needs to rest and doesn’t have time for drama.” "Oh, I have an idea, alright," Nora said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "She has been through a lot of lying, cheating, and murdering. Why can’t you see that she has been manipulating you and everyone else? She is always playing the victim and acting all innocent, but she is a scheming bitch!”

Jace said, holding onto her tighter. “Something is coming.” She whispered looking across the yard. “Something?” Jace said, setting Nora down and standing in front of her, Cole pushing just under his surface. He didn't pick up anything, what was she sensing? He squinted trying to focus his eyes. He couldn't hear anything ethier. “Yes. Something strong.” Nora whispered, her eyes glowing amber, Zara was ready to fight. Authors Note: Hello all Thank you so much for reading! This is the last chapter in this novel! Book two is called : The Luna that Broke the Alpha Council. You can continue the journey with what is instore next with Jace and Nora there! Much Love -S.E Dymek

Even though the official regional charter sat sealed and signed on the table, and the outlaws of the lower gorge had long since scattered into the wind, an ex-Alpha’s vigilance never truly retired—especially now that his world had expanded to include a fragile, growing life. Nora sat across the room in the large armchair by the hearth, her feet resting on a hand-woven stool. She was examining a small, leather-bound ledger filled with trade projections and resource tallies sent up by Marcus’s supply caravans. Her brow was furrowed in mild, analytical concentration as she calculated grain yields and timber stockpiles for the upcoming winter months.