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“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

Her perfect smile exposed the shiny ,halo-white teeth behind those syrup sweet lips. Her shapely figure matched her perfectly glossy skin. Her pair of arched eyelashes gazed at me with a glimmer of hope in them. Her joyous personality was one thing I found so imtriguing "Am Lyza, you have to relax a bit. Am here to ensure you are fit for that big day ahead," she replied as she graciously made gestures in the air. It was then that the meaning her words stung my heart with reality and tears welled up in my tired eyes as I sadly gazed at her. I heaved and struggled to breath as I wished she could help me out of wherever I was but she just smiled at me.

"What?" Zika couldn't believe the man had ignored it. This beautiful woman immediately contacted Charles again but could no longer contact Charles. Zika almost threw away her phone out of anger and disappointment, but she soon realized that she didn't have enough money if she had to buy another phone because of the money she had been given to the bad guy. "Do you need help, Auntie?" Zika is shocked that an unknown girl is now talking to her. "Who are you, Miss?" Lucia stretched out her hand and then introduced herself. "My name is Lucia. Whoever is hostile to Luna, she is my best friend."

The next morning in Italvia. Lucia had just woken up when Francesca walked in, face tight. Lucia glanced up. "Mom? What's wrong?" Francesca paused, voice low. "Message from Jared. From Khelmark." Lucia—now Lucia Loredan—froze. Then flatly: "I don't want to hear it." Francesca's eyes narrowed. "You sure?" At first, Francesca had been ready to shut it down. Anything from Jared? Not worth it.

“How could you, Lucia? How could you do this to our pack?” Everyone saw how Lucia was mortified. Her mouth hung open and her nose flared in shock. Eventually, she found her words, and she countered, “Geneva! This was your plan! You wanted to be Luna, so you colluded with Morfran to take Lana, her son, and her family!” Lucia turned to Alric and added, “I went to the Hidden Mist Valley with her! She urged me to create an elixir that would hide their scent, simulating the scent of our kind, here at the Port of Valmore!”

It pulsed weakly, a flicker of warmth against the cold void Killian had shoved between us. Lucia. Her name was a prayer on my tongue, unspoken. I could almost see her, curled in some dank cell, those fierce brown eyes blazing defiance even as tears streaked her freckled cheeks. Her scent haunted me. The smell of wild Jasmine, now tainted with fear and sweat. Hold on, mate. I’m coming.

Lucia's presence loomed outside, and instinctively, Amelia sought refuge in the closet, her desire to remain hidden overpowering. I opened the door, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Lucia stood before me, a seductive smile gracing her lips. Her intentions were clear, her words laced with temptation. "Alaric," she purred, her voice dripping with desire, "I can be your queen. Make love to me now. I want you, and I know you want me too."

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

Then Savannah whispered, “You buried truth for power.” Lucia looked past her, toward the window. “Truth is an expensive thing to keep alive.” *** The air thickened. Lucia rose slowly, the silk of her dress whispering along the cold steel rails of the chair. Thunder rumbled outside as if the sky itself had grown impatient. “You possess everything,” Lucia said, voice low and precise. “The Briggs serum, the flash drive, the original will. You can burn the past. Or you can bleed by it.” Savannah didn’t move. “And you offer me what in return?”

Lucia walked to her study table, it was a mahogany desk, with books, documents, and her laptop, placed on it. Lucia sat on the swivel chair, behind the table, and opened up her laptop. Lucia began to make research on Alix, some of it, she already knew. Lucia also searched about rival companies, what they produce, how they faired, better or lesser than Alix Enterprise, and potential money-making ventures.