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Bob continued, feigning emotion, “That is why I cannot believe the things he has done. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I couldn’t - I would have never believed -” Bob wiped away crocodile tears and Kadeem resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Then, the usurper dropped his first bombshell. “He killed my fiancé, Susan Sadler. She was pregnant with our cubs.” This elicited the expected gasps of horror. Kadeem scanned the pack, finding an ocean of stunned faces, with their gaping mouths and their wide eyes fixed right on him. “He snapped her neck like it was nothing,” Bob spat. “She knew his secret - and he had to silence her before she could expose him.”

Their family would be doomed if Philip found out about it. Everyone was very worried and wanted to talk Sadie out of it, but she was very stubborn and refused to listen. “He forced his way into our house. We have nothing to do with him at all. I hope you can capture him and take him with you. I’ve been demoted to watch the door because of him!” Sadie said vehemently with a strong killing intent. If the deep-sea merfolk did not know that Sadie’s murderous intent was not directed at them, they might have suspected that she was going to kill them.

‘Yes, sort of and I’d admit, I was shocked with some of the information I heard,” Brian stated. “That’s all in the past.” “Yes, I know,” Brian agreed. “And that isn’t the reason I wanted to talk to you. Nadia informed me that Sadie was really furious with what happened. Nadia said that Sadie transforms to something that resembles evil when she thinks that she’s been betrayed, and I wish Nadia was just joking, but unfortunately, she’s serious. And she also informed me that Sadie has hired a private detective to dig dirt on you.” “Me?” asked Ambert, incredulous.

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

"From now on, you will always be welcome in this village." Serra only looked at him, expressionless. Maddy was sniffing her tears and somehow the battle changed her. Her husband was among the dead bodies lying on the ground. Before Kebin could speak, he already cried. He wiped it away first before facing back the crowd. "These people-" Kebin started. He spread his arm to the Badbloods. "-these Badbloods were not just my men. They're my family. We grew up together. We shared our pain and joy back in Pikem." Kebin's eyes halted on Nysel's body. Part of her beautiful wings escaped the cloth cover. Serra suddenly remembered her as she flew down and welcomed them when they arrived Pikem. Nysel wa

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

“Who did this to you? To Bridgette?” I took a nice deep breath. Told myself to be steady enough to share the horrifying encounter. Truth. “Zarion, my Grandmama…” I managed to say, my voice trembling with grief. His face contorted with shock and anger as he urged me to continue. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he kissed my hand. A sign for me to take everything slowly. “What about your grandmother?” Struggling to hold back my tears that just let its presence known in front of Zarion, I whispered, “My grandmother's dead. They killed her. Valerie and Aneliesse Cavitt confirmed it. Hestia confirmed it.”

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

"It would be fun to seize the traitor. I wonder who that'd be?" I twisted my mouth in frustration, "That son of bitch is as good as dead." The latter was not true. I had my doubts about someone, but I couldn't blame without any solid proof even though, I know my instincts could never be wrong. I want—no, I need—to find Sadie before I embark on my designated mission. Also, my hackers were hot on Silas Anderson's tail and may uncover another lead soon. He's the last name on my list, and by far most elusive. He had made me what I was today, a murderer. He's also the fucking bastard who pulled the trigger of gun years ago, which makes him responsible for the massacre of my father and brother. If