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Snow dusted his dark hair, but he seemed entirely unbothered by the cold—as if it were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "Off-limits?" he said, tilting his head. "The Alpha's daughter of the Obsidian Pack. High-born. Gave everything up for love, only to be destroyed in the end." His eyes shifted back to me. Studying. Weighing. "And you. The Luna heir who was raised to be perfect. Rejected by someone who never cared about you, and now on your knees in the snow, just waiting to die here." He paused, letting the words settle like the snow around us. "Tell me, what's the difference?"

Tirana is the capital city of Albania. A beautiful city with a million natural beauties. However, behind all its beauty, the city holds a deep wound for a man named Jack Macario. A 30-year-old man who since childhood has tasted the bitterness of life, and until now Jack is still friends with sadness. Likewise today, destiny intends to take what Jack loves and cares for the most.

Arius Accardo, I couldn’t stop myself from touching her all the time as I found my Aria back in the form of my Elena. Weird calmness surrounded me. I knew she would never agree to come with me as she was unaware of her true identity, so I decided to drug her, even though Nicole forbade me to do so. He would never understand that crave of her in my soul I feel after finding out why I always felt her smell strangely familiar. I always felt divided between Aria and Elena, but now I was complete as I found my snowflake. My Aria was with me this entire time, but I wasn’t able to recognize her and not able to if I hadn’t seen that tattoo from her back of neck.

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I just want to go home, so I do. That first night, I just cried and screamed. He promised to take me home and he didn’t. Why? I don’t want to be here anymore but if I leave he said he will kill my parents. He came back from hunting. It has been, I think, five days since I was taken. He gave me a piece of what he had haunted. I take it and nibble on it. One day I will escape. ***Talia (11 years old)***

"You remember our deal, right? Myra can never find out about this." She scoffed. "You have nothing to worry about. My mouth is always shut." She gave a small salute and walked away. I stood there for the longest time, until the temptation to check the news overwhelmed me. I barely finished typing her name when the pictures came up. My lungs seized, the air becoming thinner as anger replaced blood. "So you're really getting married to that bastard huh?" Zevran Ilvane. The man who took everything from me. My woman. My family. My business. And as if that wasn’t enough, he used Myra to cage me like some fucking animal.

None of them were. As he turned away, Tania stared after him, her expression twisting. What she hadn’t said was the real endgame, not just money. No, she was done. With all of them. Andreas, Mia, the child. Her world was already ashes; she was just ready to burn the rest with it. As Dante began drafting a message, she turned to the window, eyes gleaming. Soon, it would all be over. And in her twisted fantasy, Andreas would belong to no one. Not Mia. Not even the world.

Timothy said dismissively. My lips curved into a slow smile. He’s already lost. “He was here the last time,” Timothy continued. “With a girl.” “A new one?” Stacy asked. “You mean Zyra?” Timothy shook his head. “Who’s that?” “I don’t have much information yet,” Stacy said. “But I know she signed her way in.” “That girl looks familiar,” Timothy muttered. “Different… but familiar.” Stacy scoffed. “She’s naive. Simple. I wonder how she’d survive in this mafia world.”

--- *Season 2: Chapter 3 — Project 5* Montreal looked normal. Skyscrapers. Coffee shops. Humans walking dogs in the snow. They didn’t know there was a god in a lab under their feet. Or that we were about to start a war to steal him. “Layout,” Kieran said. We were in a van. Stolen. Gregor driving. Me, Kieran, Darius in the back. Lyra asleep on my lap. Rylan in a carrier on my chest.

ARIANA I froze, my eyes widened, and my breath hitched as his lips connected with mine. I didn’t pull away; I didn’t fret. I felt fucking good. Heat pumped through my veins as he pressed closer. My wolf purred while I slowly traced my fingers up his abs until my hand fisted his shirt. His other hand gripped my hair as I groaned; my lips fell open, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in and—fuck!