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"Maze, not here-" But then, Kaownah's too late. "Maze!" I fired three times. Making sure that he won't live after hearing his supposed 'last words'. I slowly put the gun down before looking at Kaownah and he seemed shock upon seeing the look on my face. "M-maze." He called my name breathily. "His last words were, 'your husband will die no matter what'."I told Crimson and he looked surprised. Not only because of the man's last words but also because of the way I said it.

"My gratitude is yours, Orion." Orion merely gave a gruff, dismissive huff and turned his back to mingle with the incoming trade delegates. The suffocating weight that had crushed my ribs for three years finally lifted from my chest. Suddenly, the dim light of the pavilion seemed to brighten, my physical exhaustion momentarily driven back by a surge of pure, primal focus. I rose to my feet and moved toward the glass partitions to examine one of the newly calibrated scout units on display. Up ahead, a sudden wave of commotion and submissive bowing swept through the dense crowd of shifting wolves.

Elise stood rooted to the spot, her expression shifting from shock to fury. "How dare you—" "Your daughter is 3,600 feet below the surface with less than 19 hours of oxygen left." Griffin seized Elise's arm and pulled her back. "What do you want from us? We've never wronged you. We've never even met! "If I've done something to offend you, I apologize. Whatever your conditions are, can’t you just lay them on the table?"

"Olive Winery is here and he may have a proposition for you." "Olive Winery? We don't do business with wineries, Gabrielle." I reminded her. She rolled her eyes. "Well you do build structures, don't you?" She asked me and after my nod, pulled me away. Francis, the only son and heir to Olive Winery stretched his hands to shake me immediately he saw me. ''Hello Francis." I replied accepting his handshake, not too pleased about our meeting. He was a narcissist who believed everything was a competition and always managed to beat me to everything right from when we were in school together. Gabrielle knew how much I hated him, but still dragged me over, she was going to be hearing it from me.

"Mr. Smith, do you know something?" Captain Stone also immediately turned to the butler. "What do you know?" Mr. Smith bit his lip and explained hesitatingly, "On the day when the previous madam was to donate her blood, Ms. Sydney quietly sought out the doctor. I happened to be passing by and heard them talking about drawing blood, and I also heard Ms. Sydney say that it was Mr. Hawthorne's intention, and that she would give the doctor 500 thousand dollars after it was done.

Hello, my lovely readers Finally! Another season is done and we are entering the finale season of The Last Alpha Standing! Things have been a rollercoaster even for me. I could not believe that time flies so fast that this novel is already at its climax and down to its ending. I thank you all for your support and for reading my story.

I was at the end, and I couldn't control my body anymore. I motioned for her to look at my bag. She pulled out the contract, and she broke down again after reading it. "Viola, you can't die! I won't allow it! You can't die!" She collapsed next to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Only two hours left before I would leave this world. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Selena picked it up and showed me the screen. [Viola, after all these years of fighting with me, you finally lost! Your parents, your mate, and your son—they're all mine now! You've finally faced the truth, haven't you? In your parents' eyes, you'll never be better than me!]

On the surface, nothing had changed, but to Elena, everything had. She sat motionless on the edge of her bed, her fingers wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. In the quiet of her mind, she could still hear it all: the gunshot, the body hitting the floor, and the echo of her own voice. “I know your heartbeat.” She hadn’t meant to say it; the words had escaped before she could stop them. Yet, they were entirely true. While most people recognized faces, Elena recognized rhythms. Every heartbeat carried tiny, distinct differences. Every voice had a specific pattern, and every person's footsteps formed a unique acoustic signature. She had spent years training her ears until

Every night, she turned on the television with her heart in her throat and every night, she watched him smile and speak and lie, and every night, she felt the ground shift beneath her feet. Senator Emeka Okonkwo appeared on screen, handsome in an agbada, speaking about youth empowerment and economic reform and all the lies politicians told to make themselves seem human. His smile was the same one she had seen in her nightmares for five years. The smile that had watched a man die and then turned to her as if expecting applause. The smile that had said, Now you see what I do for us. She set the glass down without tasting it. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and

I tucked the signed divorce papers into Jessica's bag. Then I left the hospital, carrying my dead daughter in my arms. Five years ago, looking back was what put me in this hell. This time, I wasn't going to look back again.