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CHAPTER FOUR LIAM'S POV "We want Justice" "Justice for our loved ones" "The cursed one must be punished for this misfortune" Was all the pack members were shouting and carrying on placards outside my Chambers "I feel your pain too, but you have nothing to worry about, the cause of this misfortune has been eliminated" I said and there was utter silence in the crowd "Whoo! All hail Alpha Liam" someone shouted and the rest cheered, making me smile ear to ear "I love you Alpha Liam" a little girl who was at the fore front of the crowd said and I smiled at her

The next letter was in our father’s handwriting. "If the time comes when the pact resurfaces, remember this: the bond does not grant power. It magnifies what already exists." Ryan let out a slow breath. “So if someone unstable...” “It amplifies it,” I finished. We exchanged a look. Suddenly, the tension in the pack made terrifying sense. "This wasn't just a coincidence," I said softly. Ryan nodded slowly. “No.” I found another smaller envelope tucked beneath the stack. This one wasn’t addressed, but it was unmistakably a legal document.

Dominic himself smiled faintly, he liked this human, especially her thoughts. “This letter is official. If you refuse, then right now you have violated the Harawaltz Blood Pact," said Diana again. #to be continued in Chapter 34.1 - I Don't Want To Hear Anything Anymore

He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

Beta Marcus added, “We’ve seen shifting winds in the west. New movements among rogue packs. Trade disruptions, border raids. It felt right to stand together again.” Luna Mirelle gave a small, respectful nod. “And Silverpine receives you with gratitude. It’s been too long since we met under something other than urgency.” Alpha Kyle glanced at each person seated at the table before settling his eyes on Dalton. “Then let there be no doubt,” he said. “The pact holds. We remain bound to one another in faith, trade, and defense. No whisper from the outside will shake that.” Dalton’s tone turned more cautious. “Has someone tried to undermine it?”

Antonio was certain I could never leave him, but he had no idea that to protect my rights, Papa had quietly instructed his lawyers to include a clause—if one party committed a serious breach of the marriage, the alliance would only remain active for five years. This marriage was a five-year bet between Papa and me. He had wagered five years against Antonio's sincerity. If I won, our Famiglie could continue a long-term partnership, and he would spare no expense in helping the Ragusas expand. If I lost, I would get a divorce, return home, and submit to his arrangements. I had been so certain I would win, but now, I realized I had completely lost. As the thought crossed my mind, I texted Papa.

he said, his voice calm but laced with finality, “kill him. Moscow has been terminated by the Pact. He doesn’t deserve to breathe another day.” I slammed the folder shut and fixed him with a glare. “I don’t intend on sparing him,” I said. Mikhail raised his glass in a mock toast. “That’s the Dare I remember.” Returning to the Pact wasn’t just a choice—it was a sacrifice, a step back into the darkness I’d spent years fighting to escape. But Sky was worth it. She had to be. The door closed behind me with a heavy thud, sealing the deal I had just made. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, the folder tucked under my arm, my mind racing.

He’s to be tried tomorrow. “This is treason,” he says. “Against the Council. Against order.” “The Council is dead,” Syra says. “You killed it when you sold kids. We’re building something new.” That night, we name it. Not Council. “Pact,” Rook says. He’s sitting with the other kids, learning letters. “Not Council. Council sounds like old men talking. Pact sounds like promise.” “The Luna’s Pact,” Alaric says. “Twelve packs. One law. No collars.”

"The warlord's response is just as cold and absolute as it was three suns ago." "I bite my lip hard, if our fate is already locked by iron laws, then why must he waste his breath asking my wolf these pointless questions?" "Leonidas finally shifts his golden gaze toward my frame, casually sliding a piece of thick parchment across the desk surface." "I am fully aware that your spirit takes no pleasure in this forced union, therefore, your paws may consider signing this blood pact agreement." "A pact?" "My breath hitches as I step forward, snatching the parchment from the desk to scan the written runes rapidly."

Taking pictures of what needed to be taking pictures of. One dirty, old file caught my eye. Tab labeled: MORETTI. My hands shook as I opened it. Inside: Photos. Of my father. My brothers. Me. Even baby pictures. Of me. From before I could remember. And documents. Contracts. Written in language that seemed legal but wasn't. Ceremonial. Formal. Blood Pact between Marco Moretti and The Council of Seven. In exchange for power, territory, and protection, Marco Moretti agrees to the following terms: