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I numbly walk into the room, shutting the door behind Nathan and don't register anything after my head hit the pillow. - I felt achy and incoherent. I squinted to see, but everything was blurry and moving in gray and dark colors. I reached up to inspect my eye and jolted at the pain that shot through my cheek. And I touched something wet. Blood. I blinked to focus and I saw them running to me, Spencer and Junto. A creature gangly hovering over me, must have thought I was alone. I tried to focus on it, but it was black like the night and moved swiftly—making it impossible to focus on it.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

"Then it costs millions. You chose money over me eight years ago. Now you're choosing me over money." "And Mirabel," I said, turning to my sister. "You're going to therapy. You're going to deal with whatever made you think it was okay to manipulate people. And you're going to stay away from me until I'm ready to have a relationship with you again." Mirabel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I will. I promise." "And Samuel," Anthony continued. "You're going to write a formal confession. Everything you did, everyone you paid, all of it. You're going to sign it and give it to us. And if you ever try to manipulate anyone in our families again, we release it."

Through the bond, I feel his confusion matching mine. "Tell me," I say to Cassia. "Tell me everything." She takes a shaky breath. "There's a prophecy, older than the Shattering itself. It speaks of two souls—one touched by dreams, one cursed by blood—who would find each other across lifetimes. Who would bond and transform and become... something new. Something that could either restore the Mother or shatter what little remains of her." My blood runs cold. "Restore the Mother? The deity who was torn apart during the Shattering?"

I move without thinking as I raise the wrench, bringing it down cleanly like a sword breaking through bone and flesh and nerves as the hands falls inside the room, bone cracking with a sickening snap, his scream tears through the hallway. “One.” I growl, my Alpha aura bursts through the room like thunder, outside the door, chaos erupts. “Break it down!” “There's more than one of us!” “That Omega is ours!” I grab the dresser beside the wall and shove it across the floor. Wood screeches as I slam it against the door, jamming it shut. For now, but the pounding doesn’t seize, more footsteps gather in the hall. Then I hear it, turning off the lights and I go to the window, beyond the rusted rooft

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

A black van cut and pinned me in. Before I could get out from under it, doors slammed open. Figures came pouring out, running toward me. "What the— The first hit was through the open driver's side door, yanking my head to the side. Pain flashed across my head. I tried to scream, but hands tugged me out of the seat, into the rain. Rain mixed with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Fists and boots rained on me, one after another, until I couldn't distinguish where the pain began or ended.