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" Ian still had on the same silver-gray suit from before, but it was now stained and filthy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. Honestly, if Ian had paid even the slightest attention to the answers he copied onto his own answer sheets, he would've noticed something was wrong much sooner. Unfortunately, he trusted Shirley too much, just like I had trusted her in my previous life. "Ian, trust me! Repeat the year next year, and I promise I'll help you get into Alpheno College! If not next year, then the year after!" The moment Shirley repeated the exact same words she once told me, something inside Ian finally snapped.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Another to the stomach that dropped him to his knees, gasping wetly. “You sold us out for what?” Sandro’s voice was quiet, almost conversational as he grabbed the man by the hair and hauled him up. “A few thousand? Conti promises?” He drove a knee into the traitor’s midsection. The man retched, blood and spit splattering the floor. Elena pressed a hand to her mouth, unable to look away. This was the monster. Not the one who praised her in bed or arranged visits with Claire. This was the man who burned bloodlines and buried bodies. “Please… boss…” the traitor wheezed.

But unexpectedly, he was bitten by a snake. "After he died, it was just Finn and me. We could barely hang on. I wanted more money, so I fabricated the story about Xavier coming to your rescue. "As for Ms. Hilliker, I drove her to her death. I arranged for her to see the news that day and paid the nursing home's director to keep it hidden from you. "Also, that so-called psychic was actually a hired actor. I was behind everything. I'll turn myself in and go to prison. Please, spare my life!"

Or rather, the lack thereof. “You think you are so smart,” said Vincent, his voice a whip. "But you forget one thing." He leaned very close to her, whispering with a hot breath on her ear. “That is to forget that I am the king of this Mafia world. And in my world, nothing is for traitors."

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

“You’re not seriously considering raising someone else’s child, are you? Are you out of your mind?! That woman’s the mafia lord’s mistress. Aren’t you disgusted? “I kicked her out. And I made sure that baby was taken care of, too. I did what any good mother would do. I protected you from being trapped raising another man’s child! “Ugh, the nerve. If I’d known this would happen when her family went bankrupt, I would’ve canceled the engagement right then and there! You need a girl like Lily—pure, proper, and from a respectable family. A girl like her is worthy of being my daughter-in-law!” “Lily? Pure and proper? Yeah, right…” He looked between them, eyes wide and wild, as he laughed. “I messe

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

But what was I living for? Maybe something horrible would happen at the party, and I'd be standing next to him while I shifted, and on accident, I'd tear his jugular clean out of his throat. He'd never expect it. It would be satisfying, but then I'd be branded a traitor, hunted down, and killed by his cronies. Or would I? My options would be to die or flee. Fleeing would send me North to the Hawthornes, and they had a worse reputation than my father.

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.