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Before I could react, the guards grabbed my head and slammed it against the ground toward Victoria again and again until blood seeped from my forehead. The ground grew slick with blood. Through a haze of pain, I heard fragments of conversation between Victoria and Claude. "It's alright, Claude. Maybe she didn't mean to do it." "It's precisely because you're too kind-hearted that she dares to scheme against you. Keep going—are you all slacking off?" Those were the last words I heard before I blacked out. Something inside me died, because after that, I could no longer feel the pain.

The Valkyrie pack's name was ruined after this incident, and Grote, the Alpha, vanished. A month later, they found him on a cliff by the sea. He was nothing but skin and bones. His mind had shattered, and his eyes were empty. He murmured my name over and over, showing no trace of the Alpha he'd been. He had completely lost his mind. … After the ceremony, Shane wanted to ease my spirits, so he took me to a seaside retreat to recover. I didn't refuse. I'd loved the wrong wolf for seven years. I didn't want to fail Shane again after all the waiting he'd done.

Gray insisted on it, drilling me through scenarios over and over along with Brandon. Gray's gaze flicks down to my feet, then up to my elbow. Then down again. The signal for 'duck and elbow strike.' I give the tiniest nod, so small I'm not sure he even sees it. "Charlie," Gray says, his voice eerily calm despite the rage I can see simmering beneath the surface. "Let her go." "So you can have her? Never!" Charlie's grip tightens impossibly more. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. "If I can't have her, no one can! We'll die together, like Romeo and Juliet, like all the great tragic lovers—"

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.

I "You better get your act together before I lose it with YOU! Why are you acting this way? Why are you doing this! Can you see you are hurting Sydney? These kids and your family? I didn't raise you up to act this way and what's worse. You are doing it without remorse. I want you to stop all you are doing. You are doing wrong things! You are a man, what lesson do you want to pass to these kids and your wife? Don't you have empathy." Mrs Grayson said as she scolded Alex. I was impressed, I love what she did. He needed it. It was due time for it anyways.

It had all been a setup; we had been poisoned, each and every one of us, at a wedding feast. Grayson rose to his feet. “It's just a matter of time—I don’t even have to lift a finger, and you’ll all die. The thing is that you don’t have to work hard; you only have to work smart. Alexander, I can’t face you in war—call me a coward, but I know this... this was the only way. This was me working smart.” I drew my dagger and threw it at Grayson. He dodged, but it still struck him—not in the heart as I’d aimed, but in the arm.. He pulled the dagger out of his arm and threw the blood-covered blade to the floor.

But I know, I'm counting my days or months or even years, I don't know how many days I will live, but I want to make it to the fullest and never leave any regrets. I thought my life was going well with everything I wished in it, but not me. When I think of it, my whole life is a tragedy only with some happy moments in it. I want to forget all the disturbing things and get on with my new life, but here comes the tragedy. Each and every time, I was struck by an arrow, a huge freaking arrow. Every time, I get hurt. Is this how my life is going to end? Alex's hands shook while he read the results from the papers.

Tears streamed down my face, Gray's too. After Alex's funeral at the cemetery, Gray dragged me to a corner, his eyes filled with remorse. "Emilio, I'm sorry," Gray said, his voice cracking. "If you hadn't hooked up with Lucas, that monster, none of this would've happened. Alex would still be alive." I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Deep down, I knew Gray was right. Lucas's world was toxic, and I had brought that darkness into our lives. "If I hadn't pushed you to hang out with him..." Gray's voice trailed off, overcome with emotion.

with that he crushed his lips to mine. From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape.

dangerous pleasure? "Where did you stay last night? At Kelly's or Ryatt's?" Mom pressed, her tone light. "Let me guess—at Ryatt's. Since it was your birthday!" She sang the last part, grinning. If only. She couldn't have been more wrong. But I didn't blame her. Even I didn't understand my choices anymore. The man I loved had betrayed me with the woman I trusted more than anyone. Years of memories, promises, and love had shattered in seconds. My heart was broken, my trust annihilated—and somehow, in the wreckage, I'd found myself in Alexander Grayson's arms. The last man on earth I should have been with. And somehow...even if it was for a few moments, he brought me peace.