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"I like this plan." Uncle still looked hesitant. "And how do we get her to accept?" Lisa tossed a burner phone on the table. "We send her a video. Amelia, you're going to challenge her directly. Taunt her. Make it personal." I picked up the phone, feeling the weight of the situation settle on me. "Let’s make a video then." The camera focused on me, the dim light casting shadows on my face. I leaned forward, smirking. "Morana," I began, my voice steady, "you've been hiding behind your men for too long. You think you're untouchable. That fear keeps you safe."

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

A cold chill ran through her and she looked up at the sky, taking long deep breaths and trying to distract herself by counting stars. A few minutes passed and Indianna was brought back to reality when Laura stood beside her and gently lifted her dress to reveal the bare skin that would soon be marked. Laura spoke and her voice could be heard clearly over the silent pack. "Indianna Hughs, I am honoured to pass onto you the title of Luna of the Warrior Pack," Laura said and Indianna stiffened when Ace passed over the branding rod. Laura took it cautiously and glanced down at Indianna. "I'm sorry, my dear," she whispered.

" Shane pointed to a round glass ornament near the floral decorations in the corner of the room, about a meter away from Lea. From there, you could see that her makeup makeup looked perfect. Aunt Lidia had done her job perfectly. Lea was so excited and proud. "Wow, I'm so beautiful," she squealed. "Ish. Still very PD," Shane protested reproachfully, which made the two of them laugh together at Lea's childish behavior as if she'd never been made up.

or to be crushed under the weight of skepticism. On the stage, Leah remained at the very edge of the spotlight, standing calmly in her perfectly fitting blazer and heels, quietly surveying the room. Her intent was not to compete. Her intent was to destroy. For Leah, the game has always been about maintaining control. About being able to maintain the upper hand. About keeping others off balance. Today, she had only one person in her sights: Shylie Reed.

Words are pointless now. She reaches out, brushing a strand of silver hair from Leah’s forehead with trembling fingers, whispering something I don't hear, before she turns toward the door. For the first time, I see not a queen but a mother, desperate and afraid. She barely makes it to the threshold when Leah's hands begin to glow again, and she convulses. The bed rattles violently as her body arches, a strangled cry tearing from her lips. Her skin glows with silver light one moment, dark green the next, colors clashing and sparking across her frame like lightning.

The shy, blushing girl simply disappeared when she wanted something. Vixen.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

The one person who stood by him, encouraged him and even protected him like a wingman. Leah finished showering and found herself in a battle deciding what to wear. She tried several dresses but didn't find the she felt fit the occasion. She finally picked a green gown. She tried it on and thought it was perfect. The gown was fitted, leaving her cleavage a little bit exposed, with a long slit showing her laps. She wore a pink shoe, flew her hair and had her makeup neatly done. She spritzed her favorite perfume and was set after some time. Leah stepped out and saw Jeremy standing at her door. He was probably about to knock before she opened the door. He looked outstanding. Jeremy was a classic

"Is the gown okay? I don't know... I'm kind of scared it isn't revealing enough. What if it doesn't catch his attention?" My gaze drifts toward the stairs. Leah appears in a shimmering green dress, twirling in front of the mirror with a dreamy smile plastered across her face. The moment she notices me, she freezes. Then her lips slowly curl into a smug grin. "Well, look who's here," she says, letting out a mocking laugh. "If it isn't little Cassie." She descends the remaining steps with all the confidence of someone who thinks she's already wearing a crown.