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When his pain had been too heavy to hide behind sarcasm and brutality. And maybe, maybe, I’d expected that side of him would finally shine through now that he was older and more successful. But I was so fucking wrong. Of course, I was. Because this was Grayson Vexley at his finest. Calculated, ruthless, and always ten steps ahead. “Crying, Hale?” Grayson’s younger voice echoed in my head, a sneer in his words. “Makes you look pathetic, really.” I blinked back the tears and tilted my chin up, eyes burning.

**EMAIL GRAYSON'S** “No!” I screamed, my voice tearing out of me as my knees buckled. “Please—no! Don’t shoot him!” The man laughed softly, like he was savoring every second of it,every crack in my voice, every ounce of fear spilling out of me. “Yeah… there it is,” he murmured. “That’s the sound I wanted to hear.” Alex didn’t move.Not even an inch. But something in his eyes did.

Alyssa's now carrying the weight of every fucked-up thing that's happened to her, and there's nothing me, Niko, or Mason can do but stand by her side. "Gray, she just remembered how your father had a bunch of sick fuckers violating her—on top of killing one of them herself. You really think she's supposed to feel happy about a baby right now?" Gray swears under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. The frustration rolls off him in waves, but I don't think it's really directed towards me. It's at everything. Himself. Jax. At our world that used and abused his sister. I guess it's progress that he hasn't hit me yet this time.

Pushing through the crowd I make my way to the front. There's Alex who is busy beating the hell out of a little house about her age....and Alexa......Alexa is drenched inside the middle of the fountains water. Bawling her eyes out. She's crying? Why the fuck is she crying? Who the fuck made my kid cry? Grayson manages to pull the alpha raging Alex away from the other kid who seems to be bleeding bad. He must have biten him. "Alex what happened?" I ask trying my best to hold back my flaring emotions.

And I saw Adrian, clear as crystal. Even he didn't, I still could see him, his screaming ego, the loudness that graces his sad kingly steps, those piercing gray eyes that are confident and calm as the air that rolled by the second he moved his head, even the gentle manner in his one worded reply, and the soft melting smile he forces on. What I saw more, with prestigious eloquence, was his groaning loneliness.

I didn't get a chance to open my mouth as I think about what he just said, Grayson turns and looks at me, and that's when I saw the coldness in his stare, just like the first time I met him. "Alex killed someone the night she escaped rehab, Leo." His voice became hard as my heart stopped beating. "And I helped my parents cover it up." "W-What?" My heart starts beating out of my chest as Grayson grabs hold of my hand, with a desperate look in his eyes, filled with shame, and regret. "Grayson.... what are you trying to say?" I laugh nervously. "I don't-Grayson, w-what are you saying right now?"

Staggering toward Evangeline, Grayson stepped away as Alex fell to his knees beside her. Tears streamed down his face as he held his mate to his chest. Oh, he is dying. He will die… “My precious mate.” That was the last words he said before giving up the ghost. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding as Maurene fell to her knees, crying hard. My heart squeezed in my chest. Her best friend had betrayed her. Lied to her. Used her. And now… died before her eyes. I reached for her and brought her close to me. I cradled her to my chest. At least we had the easiest way out of this.

the sicko says as he watches Mariah and the wolf. I swallow, but no words come to mind. I want to insult him and demand he let me go, but my fire is gone. The strength of his grip didn't match his appearance and that scared me even more. "Finley Gray is one of the main reasons why my little girls are gone,... Did you know that," he growls lowly as he eyes his surroundings. I shake my head and he chuckles without looking down at me. "I loved my daughters. I loved them so much. I thought coming to the Gray pack would be good for them, but it was a mistake. The Alpha is mated to a Layne and those twins... Trackers. My daughters deserved better," he says before grabbing my arm again.

Alexander turned back to glance at Elena, who was unconscious on the ground, and added, "Whether you save her or not is up to you. After all, whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me." Leaving his words hanging, Alexander turned and walked away, as if Elena's life or death on the ground mattered less to them than a dog's. Kason watched Alexander's retreating figure, his fists clenched, eyes filled with ruthlessness, and sneered in his heart, "Young Master?" Alexander, oh Alexander, you damn well thought the Gray Group was still the Gray Group of the past, thinking how many people would come to flatter you? Once the Gray family fell, Alexander would also become a homeless dog.

“Please, don’t scare me. I can’t... I can’t take more of this. I just want to believe it was a cruel prank, even if it wasn’t.” Grayson turned toward her, his face softening. He reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “I understand,” he whispered. “But if someone tried to break us apart once, they might try again. We need to be careful.” Lena pressed her lips together to stop them from trembling. She clutched his hand, holding on as if he might slip away again. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long. I’m so sorry, Grayson,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I let fear win. I’m sorry I ruined us.”