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He begged, but Lynn just laughed as she grabbed his chin. “I remember I begged you to stop. You and your friends, but you just laughed at me. You said that eventually I would come to beg for it, for you…” She leaned in as she started to shift her claws. “Tell me, mate…are you begging for it yet?” She screamed, her eyes a little wild.

Before I could respond, the employee continued chattering: "Would you like to hold it? I'm sure the Alpha wouldn't mind. Such a generous gift for his Luna!" My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. If only Dominic had given me back just one of our original gems when I begged him. Maybe my mother would still be alive. The employee, mistaking my trembling for excitement, began lifting the gem from its velvet cushion. Without thinking, I reached out toward it. My fingers were inches away from the crystal when— "Grace! I know your family is poor, but I never imagined you'd stoop so low as to steal from Dominic!" Sylvia's shrill voice cut through the air like a blade.

My vision blurred again, the white light swallowing everything. And the last thing I felt was Alex’s hand gripping mine, his voice hoarse, begging through his sobs: “Stay with me, baby. Please stay.” And then the dark swallowed me again. END OF CHAPTER 95

I hid like a rat in an underground fight club, numbly going through each day. With that 100 grand, I would be closer to reclaiming the estate. The thought jolted me awake, and I found myself staring up at the sterile white of the ceiling. "Did the money come through?" The fight club's manager hadn't expected that to be my first words. She stayed silent. It felt like a hammer had hit my chest. Tears poured out uncontrollably. I was delusional to think Rex would ever let me have my way. "Never mind. I'll just fight a few more matches—"

So, if I had to choose whom to save first, myself or Andrea, that would be Andrea, no doubt, I’m going to be dead either way. I balled my fist and prepared myself for what was going to happen. I first began to slowly stand up and put my palms together in front of me and beg. “Can I borrow some money? I promise I’ll pay it back as soon as I can!” I gave Tyler my most puppy eyes he looked at me like I’d grown another head, but I continued begging with my knees on the floor and my palms rubbing each other. He looked mystified and his mouth went ajar. “What?”

I asked immediately. “Why?” he asked. “If I told you now that I would be taking you to the place where you would die, would you beg for your life?” I only looked at him. The thought to beg for my life crossed my mind, but no words left my lips. Our teachings told us that arrogance was the downfall of anyone. Was this what this was? Arrogance? I found that begging never got me anywhere. I’d begged Cyrus to let me return to the Convent and it never happened. I’d begged the priestesses to let me stay that night. Nothing I ever begged for happened, and I didn’t suppose it would start now.

The adrenaline pushed me forward, but it wasn’t enough. A searing pain tore through my side as one of the rogues slashed his claws into me. I screamed, the force knocking me to the ground. Blood soaked my shirt as I clutched the wound, my vision blurring. “Please!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “Don’t do this! Leave me alone!!!” The bald one stepped closer, his grin widening. "She’s begging. How pathetic." The leader chuckled darkly, crossing his arms. "Not so fast, sweetheart. We’re just getting started."

Mabel assumed I was scared because I wasn't responding. She pulled a thick stack of dark green bills from her purse with a smug smile. "This is ten thousand dollars. Take a good look. Ten grand. That's probably a few months' worth of your salary. "All you have to do is get down on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're my pet. This money will be yours. But if you refuse? Well… you might need it for your medical bills."

With my current condition, I couldn't take even one of them down. “What do you want?” My voice came out sharp and frantic despite my effort to keep calm. Someone cracked a knuckle behind me. Another scoffed. The sudden tension inside the room penetrated through my nerves, inciting a shudder. “What I want?” He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I just want to be the first person to welcome you into the family. So allow me, Ariana.”

As a sign of surrender, I slowly raised my hands. "P—please don't hurt me," I stuttered. I was taken aback when he pressed the gun even harder against my head. Just a single touch of his gun will most likely mean the end of my life. "You won't get hurt if you don't fight back, so walk!" he yelled at me. I opened the kitchen door, praying with each step that someone would come to my aid. What I have in mind now is that Axel will help me, but I have lost hope that he will still come for me tonight because I am just a worthless person to him. Besides, he had no idea that my life was in danger right now.