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The Lighting: the official commencement of the festival, where the Alpha lit up one of the lanterns rumored to have passed down generations, and from a Pioneer at that--one of the first werewolves created by the moongoddess. "Breakfast would be served in a minute." With that he bowed and left the Hall. Almost immediately a line of omegas filed in, carrying with them large sealed dishes. The spicy smell of food instantly filled my nose and an appreciative murmur rose up in the room. When all the wares had been placed on the table and every plate filled, we began eating. As I cut into my salmon, about to put it in my mouth, I felt someone intently watching me. I looked up and was shocked to re

Elara’s POV As it turned out, getting to the summit was the hardest part. Everything else was relatively smooth sailing. When we got to the entrance of the Blackthorn pack, we were asked to tender our invitations. I glanced at Lucan to see that he reached into his satchel to bring out the letter. The men guarding the gate scrutinized us for a hot minute and looked at the letter again. “Are you… Lera Hartman?” We both shook our heads. “We’re her representatives”, I said, shifting my bag to my other arm. It was beginning to weigh me down. I couldn’t even imagine how ridiculous it would have been if I had been allowed to bring along everything I wanted to bring along.

The sudden, heavy presence of Kendrick Lockett filled the doorway, casting a tall, suffocating shadow across the dark timber floor. ​Lily didn't panic. She didn't slam the laptop shut like a caught amateur. With a swift, practiced movement of her wrist, she triggered a hotkey sequence on her keyboard. The decryption terminal instantly minimized, replaced by a dense, uninteresting spreadsheet detailing Bridget Maritime’s European fuel logistics. ​She slowly leaned back in the leather chair, looking up at him with cold, untouchable calm.

–D Ignored it. Needed real clothes, keys, out. Closet: biometric, blue glow waiting for a thumb I didn’t have. Bathroom safe: fingerprint plus retinal scan—red laser swept my eye, beeped no. Windows: triple-paned, sealed, ocean muffled to a hum. Flipped the laptop open. PRIVATE folder updated: Subject L.M. – Trial 2 – LIVE AUCTION. Countdown: 01:27:14 and dropping. Typed to R on the burner app:

Matty’s face scrunched, “The Mayor is going to take Lotte away?” Romy looked amused, “Oh, that’s right… You guys take on more than one wife… Damn Pologamists!” The woman’s piercing gaze fell on Lila and Alana. “What a delightful little piece of information I just came across.” Levi, ignoring the tension in the room, moved toward Lotte with his cell phone out. The boy snapped a quick picture and then leaned forward to show her what everyone else was seeing. “It’s pretty, right?”

There wasn't even a sweet smile anymore, but a serious face that wanted to read all the news that had been sent by one of her assistants. He immediately went to his office to see all the documents he had received. Liam sat down on the throne and began to slowly read through everything. He was also seen watching a supermarket CCTV footage earlier. Especially when they're at the checkout. "Ah, how come?" muttered Liam who looked surprised as he watched the tape. In fact, he repeated it several times to make sure everything while reading information about the biodata of the man named Tomy. Apparently both eyes were still completely healthy. Liam can see everything.

Once the boarding was done, I slipped into my seat. My phone chimed, and there it was a message from Adrian. He sent me a screenshot of an invitation: Groom: Julian Monroe Bride: Irene Cast He texted, “What is this?” I ignored. The plane’s announcement instructed us to turn off our phones. I pulled the SIM card out and tore it in half. Adrian… to me, you are like that draw. Blank. Empty.

"They’re just jealous. Nobody gets a private dinner with Josh Adeyemi unless they’re a 'happening babe' or a 'Big girl'" "It wasn't a dinner, Loveth. It was a... an intervention," I whispered back, my fingers gripping my pen. "Intervention!?" Loveth looked lost. "Intervention of what?" I didn't know if I could trust Loveth. I just kept quiet and tried to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying. But my thoughts were deep. How did the letter appear on my bed without the lock being broken? How did the photo get inside my locker? The metal door was still locked, and only I knew the four-digit code.

“She should eat something.” “I’m fine,” Lotty said. Every woman in the room looked at her. Lotty sighed. “Fine. Crackers.” Elin was already pulling them from a bag. Of course she was. While the Lunas rallied around Lotty, the archives became a battlefield of paper. The sealed rooms were opened one by one under Rasmus’s authority. No one pretended the council was in control anymore. Not really. Several Alphas stood among the shelves themselves, sleeves rolled, reading through documents that had probably not seen daylight in decades.

The calmness in my eyes unsettled him. An inexplicable restlessness crept into his heart. "Dante, look at this!" Livia shoved her phone in front of his face, her voice dripping with exaggerated envy. "Lorenzo Orsini, the heir of the Orsini family, offered over a hundred billion dollars in wedding gifts for an arranged marriage! What a spectacle." Dante looked away irritably. "Just another publicity stunt from that Lorenzo guy. Nothing worth reading about." He was no stranger to Lorenzo.