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he said. “No, it’s not,” I said, stepping in front of him. “I’m not going to let you walk away from this.”. Alex’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might explode. But instead, he took a deep breath and said, “You don’t understand the world I live in, Kelly. It’s not black and white. It’s grey, and sometimes it’s pitch black. You either adapt, or you perish.” “Then maybe I don’t want to be a part of your world,” I said quietly, the weight of my words sinking in as I said them.

Isis: There is no ‘and’ plus I believe I did mention that he was Lucifer himself! Alex: I don’t like to question your judgement, ‘cause you are mostly right about people but I have a feeling you are holding something back. Besides, I heard that Professor Greyson was one of the nicest teachers in the university. Isis: My judgement is always right and it would do you good to remember that! XD :P I am not holding back anything. Nicest my foot! Would a nice person have no regard for human life? Alex: Perhaps he was just...was having a rough day?

"How did he behave?" In an instant, my chest cracked open. I muttered, "He liked storms." "Thunder sounded like wolves fighting." Grayson let out a broken sound. Not quite a chuckle. Not quite sad. "He was a book lover," I added quietly. "And going up things he shouldn't have." Grayson now appeared to be in ruins. Totally destroyed. "He had your rage." He was ultimately destroyed by that. For a terrible moment, the Shadow Alpha vanished entirely. He lowered his head, tightened his shoulders, and breathed harshly as though he was no longer able to maintain his composure.

“I–I’ll take responsibility for my actions. I’ll apologise. I’ll grovel to Layla if I have to—hell, I’ll tell my family that I was responsible for Grayson’s death. It’s ALL on me. But please, please don’t cut me.” My stomach turned with disgust at the man in front of me and how his desperation had made him lose every single shred of dignity in the face of death. He’d been happy to hunt down Layla, hurt her and kill her. But now that the tables were reversed and he was prey, he couldn’t take it. My expression must have mirrored my thoughts because Alex’s eyes suddenly widened and he backtracked. “Or take my fingers, two or three if you have to,” he rushed to add. “Please, please.”

"My apologies to our guests. Alpha Victor is unwell. Please continue to enjoy the banquet." As Elijah leads the old man away, the authority of the Mercer family collapses right in front of everyone. Grayson stands alone in the middle of the room, his status shattered, his grandfather’s favor completely gone. Grayson turns his head slowly, his blood-stained face twisted into a mask of pure, vicious fury. He steps toward me, his yellow wolf eyes narrowing into murderous slits. "Harper!" Grayson snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

"Listen, Alpha Grayson, I--" "We do not have much time anymore, Alpha Lucian," Alpha Grayson said, cutting me short. "I do not know what your reasons are on why you do not want to accept what I ask of you but..." Alpha Grayson paused. He raised his fingers to his head as he began screaming in pain, blood sputtering out of his nose and mouth. His eyes suddenly began to glow and his head shot back with so much force that I thought his neck broke. He began mumbling some words and after some seconds, everything went back to normal.

*********************** I pour a drink. Stand at the window looking at the city. Somewhere out there, Julian Voss is in a holding cell. Facing twenty years. Losing everything. Because Esmeralda Morrison...Hale...destroyed him. Using his own words. His own confessions. His own desperate need for redemption. It's brilliant. Ruthless. Perfect. And it cost her something. I could see it in her eyes when she came home. The emptiness. The realization that revenge doesn't fill holes.

Claire would just take out all of life's frustrations on the person sleeping next to her. The network's livestream switched from hidden cameras to open recording. Holly glanced at me with disdain and pointed her microphone at Claire. She asked, "Ms. Winters, given what your husband has done, do you regret sacrificing your legs to save him?" Claire looked straight at the camera, completely sincere. "I don't regret it. Even if I could turn back time and undo it, I still wouldn't do otherwise. I love Louis more than life itself." The livestream comments mocked Claire for being foolish, but most were cursing me out. Even then, Claire was still protecting me.

"That I forgive him? That I understand?" "I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to know the truth." She paused, seeming to choose her words carefully. "My son is dying, Wren. The rejected bond is killing him, slowly but surely. His wolf is feral, his control is slipping, and every day he wakes up knowing he destroyed the best thing that ever happened to him." "That's not my fault."

share our pain in order to heal. Grayson, he's actually just like me. He has trauma too, and he's not as perfect as he looks. The amazing thing is, he doesn't let his trauma stop him from pursuing his dreams. The amazing thing is that he can hide it all so well until others think he's an untouchable man with a cold heart. But if they only took the time to get to know Grayson better, they would know that Grayson is very fragile. Like a dandelion that is easily blown away by the wind. That's what Grayson is really like.