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"To Matteo’s miserable, lonely future. May Reilly sell off him after she realizes what a dick he is." I couldn’t help but snicker a bit at that. "Cheers," I said, clinking my glass against hers before downing the shot. The burn was instant, spreading via my chest and warming me from the inner out. It became the first bit of comfort I’d felt all day. "Okay," Sasha said, setting her glass down and settling in next to me. "We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed."

“Stay close to me.” Outside, chaos had completely erupted. The gunfire was relentless. The attackers were highly trained mercenaries. Ivan cursed under his breath, grabbed a submachine gun from a case, and narrowed his eyes. “They dare step foot on my turf? They have a death wish." As he barked orders, he kept a firm grip on my wrist, leading me toward the villa’s emergency escape route. “Madeline, don’t be afraid,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m here.” The battle outside raged on. Through the shattered windows, I caught sight of a familiar figure, Leonardo. He had completely lost his mind.

Too many hands touched these books, too many mouths shaped numbers into fictions. One truth is already clear. The betrayal wasn’t a drunken mutiny. It was an infection in the marrow of my own circle. Officers I hired. Wolves I trusted. Orrin, who once carried me half a mile through snow after my leg snapped. Lio, who served under my father and sharpened my blades when I was still learning where to hold them. Dever, who stitched his own chest closed in the field and laughed while he did it. All of them turned against me and chose violence instead of dialogue.

“That will not be easy for her. She is still adjusting.” “She will adjust,” I snapped, sharper than intended. The thought of her resisting, of her running into danger unguarded, clawed at me. “She has no choice. Not while she is mine.” My Beta studied me for a long moment before bowing his head. “As you command.” The meeting stretched into hours, strategy and suspicion laid bare across the table. But even as plans formed, even as my warriors pledged their loyalty, the gnawing weight of betrayal pressed heavier in my chest. Someone inside my walls had tried to break me.

, I told her. "I know. I'm not sad or anything. I have already been proposed by a werewolf but I said no to him", she said. "Who?", I asked her. "Beta Jerome", she admitted with a blush. I didn't know he had any beta. Maybe he got one after I was imprisoned. He must be a rogue or an ally. An alpha with a beta is pretty strong. Just as an Alpha with Luna. But I was his Luna so I won't be offering him any help so that won't work in his favour.

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Charlotte said. Josh shook his head. "So, you're blaming Jarvey?" "I don't know, I’m not sure who to blame. Actually, rather than finding out who's at fault, I'm more curious about why the two of them were in the same room. I'm curious why Jarvey, who intended to help Karletta, ended up being the one to betray me." "I’d feel stupid blaming either of them, but I also can't trust anyone except what I saw with my own eyes," Charlotte added.

"I can't take this with me. It has a tracker. But I need to give you proof of my sincerity, my devotion to your safety." I pulled the Mourning Star from my finger, placing the heavy, dark stone and its platinum band in her hand. "Take this. If I don't survive this alliance, it belongs to you." Just then, Marco’s voice cut through the air, vibrating with betrayal and agonizing relief. He was standing at the end of the corridor, his face contorted in a terrifying mix of emotions. "Too late, Elena! I knew it! You're the one who needs saving, not Isabella! She's the one who set you up!"

"If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word." Hudson pressed himself as close to her as he could, his voice trembling. "I'm scared…" Rebecca clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward to remove their blindfolds. She then said to me, "Arthur, everyone involved is here. Whatever you want to do with them is your call." I looked at the people across from me, but there was no sense of satisfaction in me at all. All I felt was hatred and disgust. The moment the blindfold came off, the tension on Winona's face eased a little. She looked at me with the same unreadable calm she always had.

"Then whoever's threatening you will eventually get what they want. And you'll end up dead or in jail. Either way, the journal disappears. At least with my offer, you survive." I look at the torn page in my hands. At Dad's final words that don't actually solve anything. James is dead. The real killer is gone. All that's left is the stolen technology and the empire Marcus built on it. "I need to think about it," I say. "You have twenty-four hours. After that, my offer expires and you're on your own." He nods to the driver. "Take her wherever she needs to go." I get out of the car. Stand on the sidewalk watching it drive away.