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“It’s time you get what you deserve.” She raised the dagger and walked towards Mason, about to stab him. “NO!” I screamed. Then, a massive bluish-gray wolf lunged from behind Valentina, catching her off-guard. It sinked its teeth around her shoulder and neck, cracking her bones. River! Valentina screamed as he tore into her. Valentina desperately stretched out her hands, summoning her resonance power once again but it was blocked when River unfurled the familiar crimson fog from his body. The mist wrapped around them, trapping Valentina as he ripped her apart.

Across the rug, Marco was drowning his nerves in neat bourbon. Then, the room went dead. The double doors swung open, and the atmosphere in the hall shifted. A woman walked in. She didn't have a security detail; she didn't need one. The room itself was her holster. The sea of killers and senators parted like a panicked school of fish. Valentina Moretti. The ghost in the machine. She moved with a terrifying, rhythmic grace. Her eyes weren't just sharp; they were surgical. She didn't look at the room; she appraised it, like a landlord checking for rot.

“I will help you, Lauren. But I was talking about myself, not you.” Lauren nodded. “It's good for you because this is the only thing which is stopping me from hurting you. Because what happened to Klaus, you are equally responsible for it.” “I know…” Valentina whispered, fidgeting her fingers. The moment Lauren’s words hit Sila's ears she was stunned and horrified. So Rose was not lying. She didn't abort her child. It was Valentina who killed Vladimir's child. Her hand went to her mouth. She couldn't believe that Lauren and Valentina were the real culprits for their pain and sufferings. Hot fury clung to her whole body like a second skin as she came out, it was time she confronted these two

Marco dropped to his knees and smashed his head against the floor until his forehead bled. "Please spare me, Signora Valerini. I won't do it again. I swear I'll be loyal from now on. I'll give my all for the Valerini famiglia!" he sobbed. "Whether you're telling the truth or not, traitors don't get second chances." I raised my hand, motioning for my men to take him away. I ordered, "Clean the house. Let it be known that anyone who betrays the Valerinis will meet the same fate without exception."

Because Xyla had no reason to lie to me. “If it weren’t for Rudolf and his mother, Brian had lost his sanity at that time. Valerie died saving Brian during a fierce battle with the underworld, and this guilt, along with his devotion to his mentor, was enough to kill him.” I broke the silence, my voice grim, but I tightened my grip on her body. I don’t know why, but I was scared. I stopped those rogues from killing rogues. Yet Valerie still found her. If Valerie were the one in this life, then I am sure that it was also Valerie in a past life who saved her during the rogue attack.

Slow drops of rain kept hitting me and the weight of laying down was all over me. The hard smell of smoke and woods filled my nose as I slept there,but when my eyes opened all that I could see were tall woods. Where was I ? The question went into my head and the next moment I got my answer. Last night after the festivals my father tried to have me killed and I somehow managed to escape with the rogue Alpha. The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor.

An inside man, working against us from within the estate. I stood, my patience running thin. “ Keep digging. Don’t come back until you have something concrete. ” Matteo stood up too, her s hands in his pocket , and turned toward the door. But also he spoke up,. “ There’s something else, ” he said. I turned back toward him. “ There’s a woman, ” he said. “ Valentina. She’s back. ” Valentina. Her name alone transferred a ripple through my chest. Valentina had been my contact for sometime now, her husband was a retired police officer who was killed on the day of his retirement ceremony. Their car was ambushed and bullets poured in because Abraham Moretti felt that during his days as a police off

It burned. Dark figures slid from the trees. Rogues. Their smell was raw — smoke, sweat, and old blood. They moved with purpose, not the aimless cruelty of thieves but the precision of soldiers. “Well, well,” one said, voice sandpaper-rough. “Look what wandered into our little trap.” “Please,” I managed. “I’m just passing through. I don’t belong here.” The rogue who’d spoken laughed, teeth sharpened to points. “Raven’s territory. That’s a dangerous road for a Crescent Moon wolf.”

There were reporters at her trial, and I was there, too. When Kelly saw me again, she completely lost it. She lunged at me, screaming like she had gone insane. "Millia, I regret not killing you that night! Who do you think you are?! You were just a stand-in after I went abroad. You don't deserve to even stand on the same stage as me! But you and Ivan will never end up together. You have no idea how happy it made me to watch you two break up!" I just calmly watched Kelly fall apart, and the police eventually dragged her out of the courtroom.