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Could it be what I am thinking right now? "What are you doing, Cairo? This is the princess!" Alfred told him. If this other guy is Cairo, then the next one is Silas. I finally met the last two brothers of the Carter family. I can't believe they all have arrogance in their blood. "What do you mean, the princess you told us about?" they asked.

"But understand this—I do not share." Nora's heart raced uncontrollably. She was engaging in a dangerous game, caught between two dreaded Alphas, each intent on claiming her in their unique manner. And the most troubling aspect? She was uncertain about which of them she truly wished to prevail.

And now, here he was, bleeding out because we had misjudged Thorne's resolve. I turned sharply, locking eyes with Lyrein. My brother was leaning against the stone wall, his amber gaze fierce, jaw set like stone. His tunic was torn at the shoulder, blood smudged across his cheek—none of it his own. He’d fought like a warrior, but I could see his fists clenching, a hint of the tremor he was trying to hide. “They knew exactly where to hit us,” I said, my voice low and filled with simmering anger.

"It was a trap built before you ever walked into it." I sat down on the federal building steps. Not gracefully. My legs simply decided without consulting me. Around me, the city continued its indifferent motion. A pigeon landed three feet from my shoe and regarded me with total disinterest. My uncle. My father's brother. The man who had held me at the funeral and called me strong, and then gone home and collected his fifteen percent stake in the destruction of everything my father had built. "Amber." Kade's voice in my ear. "Come to the car."

One half kept drifting to Asher's smirking face and the irritating heat that flared whenever he crowded my space. The other half kept locking onto Luke's dark eyes staring at me through the rain-streaked windshield. My heart gave a strange, heavy thud at the memory of Luke, and it pissed me off. I couldn't even figure out which brother was making my chest ache more, and the confusion was driving me insane. Sitting here with a bowl of stale chips wasn't going to fix it. "Fine," I groaned, throwing the blanket off my legs and standing up. "I'll go. But the moment it gets weird, we leave."

They spend all of their time together, yet it seems as if Hannah is hurting from being around him. "Maybe," I admit and shrug as I look around the courtyard. The birds are singing and the flowers blooming; it's so peaceful it's hard to understand we are in the middle of fighting a war. "But this way, I have no idea what our plans are; how are we going to defeat Catherine?"

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

Something painful and hot moves through my chest. I clear my throat. Every eye comes back to me. "I am not rejecting information," I say. "I am rejecting custody." I let that sit. "My former buyer, Torn Eviil, is operating behind corporate fronts. He planted trackers in gifts and sent me an access card to one of his logistics sites. If your concern is truly pack safety and not just who gets to house me, then perhaps we might discuss the human collecting wolves." That changes the room faster than shouting did.

Carter reasoned with Nathan. After listening to his nephew's reasoning, Nathan became confused. 'If Carter was there the entire time, then it must not be Riley. Who is this person who sabotaged our pack's reputation then? Someone from our own pack?' he wondered with shock.

Carter was seated beside Scarlett in the middle couch, he had his arms wrapped around her shoulder while Damian took a seat on the single couch beside the long couch. Scarlett turned to his brother as she wrapped her fingers together and leaned in toward him with a worried expression. It was clear his brother did not come there with a good news. Damian was not really the type to reach out to other people, he preferred to solve his problem himself, so for him to come to them with a troubled expression must have meant major deals.