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In that moment, I whispered, broken. “I don’t want to die,” It happened quickly. One minute, I was on the ground about to be killed for what I was and the next, my hunter, the old man was on the ground, gurgling and choking on his own blood. His neck had been ripped out. My eyes went wide as I touched my necklace. I was still wearing it. I didn’t kill him. Sobs of relief wracked my body and I held my hand to my mouth. I had almost died.

I shout. That got his attention; he halts, turns sharp on his heels, and gets in my face. He gets so close I back into a tree, "Do it then. You think I'm the monster who killed your parents. Reject me." "I-I know about Khione…." I watch as Atticus' eyes widen; he swallows hard, "Let me guess, Thane told you I killed her. Figures."

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Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

His voice drops to a murmur, "Shhh, doll face. It's going to be okay, I got you." I sniff and my words spill out between sobs. "How could he do that? You should've seen his face, Atticus. He wanted to kill me. He just—" My voice cracks. "He just threw me away like I was nothing to him." His hand comes up, rough fingers catching my chin and tilting my face toward him. I can't look away, not when those dark eyes bore into mine. But the sight cuts me open because I don't just see Atticus. I see Silas too. The same bone structure, the same sharp jawline, the same damn eyes.

Seriously, if he really cared about me, would he play the comparison game when I was feeling like death warmed over? "Oops, Harriet's allergic, my bad, totally slipped my mind," Yvonne cooed, her words dripping with fake pity. "I just love seafood, and Lucas, bless him, he's always going along with it." I just flashed her a tight smile and shot back, "Yeah, he's super considerate of you." Lucas's face turned stormy, and he slammed his cutlery down like he was trying to make a point. Mad? I was just calling it like I saw it. What was he mad about?

Everyone in the room was looking at Elena defying nature and then suddenly Brian cracked a smile. "You don't care about your life right?" he asked his daughter with a crooked smile and Elena was flaring in anger. "But I wonder, don't you care about Aiden? Because if Alpha Zane gets to know about the indecency of his Beta, then I am sure he will show no mercy on him and after Aiden's death, he will forcefully make you, his. So in either case you are going to be the possession of Zane, choose wisely" her father said with a mocking smile and again sit on the chair to eat food.

CHLOE POV It's time, and I am scared. I know these people attacked us, and I know these men are the definition of evil, but I am still afraid. I am scared that once Atticus kills them, he will lose himself even more. My mother once told me, killing whether it is justified or not, tears at the soul. You should only do it as a last resort. Since I have experienced killing someone, I know her statement is true. Jasmine hasn't left my mind. I now know that even if the person deserves to die, it still hurts you, and Atticus is already hurt. So hurt. Wounded to his core, actually.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

Tears started spilling out, unbidden and hot. We were all crying—our parents, gone forever. Atticus had done this. "Atticus Goma!" I screamed into the darkness, my voice raw and broken. "You will rot in hell!" "Only if he were dead," someone said from the shadows. I looked and saw Alexa sitting on the dirt, her eyes bloodshot, covered in deep lacerations. "He is dead," I replied, shaking. "My mum shot him." "He didn't die," Alexa said, her voice hollow. "He’s alive."