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“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

Stephanie snapped at the man with open hostility, and I saw the guards already moving to remove him. “Wait. I’ll answer him.” Lorenzo lifted a hand, signaling for them not to drag out the kamikaze journalist. “No, I’m not afraid of being criticized. In fact, I challenge anyone to come here and tell me to my face that my Luna is worth less because she’s an Omega. Is that what you think?” He answered with all the arrogance of a man who owned this territory. “No, no, Patriarch. I’m only voicing other people’s concerns. The King...” the man replied, trying to keep his pants dry.

Lui asked. "I was human once. A mad sort of love turned me into this," he smirked. "I see. Is it difficult to suppress the thirst, having been human before?" "Oh, absolutely. But I’ve moved past those dark days. I’m pro-human now,” he explained. "What's your name?" “Garett.” “Pleasure to meet you, Garett. I’m Steven,” Lui lied, offering a false identity. "Hi, Steven. What about you? Did a beautiful woman bite you too?"

On entering, I found Steven sitting on his arm chair, staring into the distance and murmuring to himself. "So the dead fan is now a guardian angel to us. How is that even possible? Never had I imagined something like this to happen. Victor, Jules and Justin just believed so quickly. As if something like this is something you find daily. God! These kids are mysterious." I entered the room and took a seat opposite him. Just then, something very weird happened. Steven fidgeted in his seat, as if something umcomfortable was happening, before a small extraordinary sound escaped, releasing a pungent smell.

I cut straight to it. “Negative. All quiet. Perimeter’s secure. Why? What’s going on, Luna?” “Fuck…” I pressed my free hand to my mouth, my throat closing up. “Jane, you’re not gonna believe this.” “Luna? What happened? Are you safe? Where are you? I’m pulling a squad to your coordinates—” “No. Stand down. I’m at the mansion.” My voice cracked, barely holding together. “Jane… Steven’s dead.” "Dead? Luna, that’s impossible. He was on the east ridge at 0400. I’ll lock down the perimeter and—"

he said with a glare, daring any of them to try and kick him out. "You are Steven mate, aren't you?" Jordon asked, recognizing his name. He smiled, patting the guy on his shoulder when he stared at him wide-eyed. "Steve is a friend. There are no judgments here, Chris, we know a lot of mixed blood who have found a mate in the authority" he said.

“Alright. My job here is done. I’ll be heading back now. But a word of advice—don’t assume Steven will agree to your plan. You’re all forgetting he’s Zachary’s right-hand man. He’s been loyal to Zachary for years.” “Don’t worry. We’ve got it under control.” After Vivian left, Lucian gave the order to bring Steven in. Steven had been tortured so badly he couldn’t even walk. Two men in black had to drag him in by the arms and place him in front of Leon. “Hey Steven,” Leon said with a smile, “we’ll be counting on your cooperation moving forward.” Steven forced his heavy eyelids open and finally got a good look at Leon’s face. He looked young—around Steven’s age back when this whole mess started

he said finally, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. Serena nodded, her throat suddenly tight. He reached into the pocket of his tunic and pulled something small from within. Gently, he unfolded his fingers to reveal a delicate pendant—a silver crescent moon intertwined with a wolf carved from obsidian, suspended from a fine chain. "For you," he said, holding it out. "A Luna's pendant. It’s tradition for the Luna to wear it... but more than that," his voice dropped lower, almost hesitant, "it's a symbol of protection."

Finally taking his eyes off his fingers, he exhaled a breath he never knew he has been holding. "I'm fine Alice, how is Lily?" "She's fine. But let's talk about you, tell me." "I'm a really bad person." Steven broke out, all of a sudden. "What do you mean?" "I've done something really bad, Alice." "Listen to me Steven, no matter what it is you've done. Never see yourself as a bad person, in fact, you're by far the most beautiful person I know. Why would you think yourself bad?" "I-I--." Steven couldn't find his voice, he was crying for goodness sake.

"It's Loraine's uncle Jay. I want you to meet him and know him better. He'll be of great help to you for your studies and business." "Okay," I nod and sit down. Another cup of coffee later, a black Sedan comes to a stop on the gravel driveway beside this lawn. Mr. Steve places his half-eaten biscuit on the plate and stands up. "My best man!" He spreads his arms as a man gets out of the car. He's a short height, almost 5'5. I stand up too and see his bald head, his twisted smile, and glinting evil eyes. I stumble back and hold the chair. My heart feels like drowning. Only if Dad had shot Joshua Stevens instead of Mom.