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"Greetings to all pack members, before I begin, I would like to call out Vero, Sam, Jennie and Hannah" The four girls stood up and walked out to stand on the podium facing the pack. "in fireblood pack, we punish prisoners by making them work in the mines or making them serve as concubines or servants to high ranking pack members. A few days ago, I brought back a female prisoner who was guilty of assaulting Lily, my little sister back from creekwood pack. This prisoner is under my jurisdiction and I have the right to punish her as I please. I am going to say this just this once, anybody who hurts Ava in this pack will be severely dealt with. I would assume that such a person wants to challeng

She helped him all this time she worked with my enemy, Damien Voss, and her own father tried to destroy my hard work. The betrayal was worse than any business loss It felt like she had reached into my chest and ripped my heart out. I trusted her I let her into my life and I gave her my heart and she used it against me. I have spent these five years building my company back even though I had cleared my name it still caused some shares but I am more powerful than ever. I had her father put in jail and ruined Damien Voss company. But the victory feels empty because every day, I remember her smile, I remember her laugh and how she felt in my arms, the way I had looked foward to returning to work

“What do you mean by that? You’re being reckless, Vellora. This isn’t the time. Didn't you say earlier to wait not to make rushly decisions? Then what happened now? Why are you making hasty decisions?” Vellora leaned closer, her voice a silken whisper laced with malice. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone adores her now. One scandal, one night of betrayal and she’ll be ruined. Zach will despise her. His pack will doubt her purity. His faith will shatter.” She pulled out a small crystal vial hidden within her clutch, the liquid inside shimmering faintly pink under the light.

The heavy, antique mirror in the penthouse bedroom reflected a woman who had completely, irreversibly shed her armor. I stood before the glass, smoothing the diaphanous, liquid-gold silk of my evening gown over my hips. It was a dress designed not to blend into the shadows, but to catch and magnify every single fracture of light in the room. The plunging neckline and the bare expanse of my back were unapologetic. I was no longer the cautious, deceptive journalist hiding behind oversized sweaters and a fabricated identity. I was Cassandra Monroe, the voice of the Advocate, and the partner of the Master of Elysium.

A poisonous, cynical smile appeared on her lips. "Cassandra Vance? That cursed name again," she muttered, her voice low and sharp. "And now there's this newcomer who dares to take my place? No one can seize the throne I've fought for! I will not allow it to happen." She was Clarissa Bellatrix, the current film queen dominating the entertainment industry. For years, she had worked hard, manipulated, and eliminated anyone who stood in her path to the throne. She hated Cassandra Vance, not just because of Cassandra’s unmatched popularity while alive, but also because Clarissa always felt that she, despite her success, was merely a secondary shadow of that dead star. Now, with the emergence of J

she sobbed, tightening her grip just enough to feel desperate but not aggressive. "P-Please... I don't know what I did... I don't understand why Clara is treating me like this... I've always cared about her... about the children... I would never-" Her words broke mid-sentence. Perfectly timed as her head dropped and her shoulders shook harder. And she collapsed into a flawless display of vulnerability, convincing enough to sway anyone who didn't look closely-but for anyone who did, it was obvious. A careful rewriting of the narrative. A quiet manipulation where Clara became the aggressor, the unstable one, the villain.

When she had saved Serena Blackwood three years ago, Willow had been a mere pup of seventeen. Now, Willow glared at Serena, her eyes wide with frustration. "What do you know about it? Every healer in the realm dreams of possessing this ingredient! With this Ember Root, your grandmother’s condition—the fading of her wolf—could actually be reversed!" Hearing this, a genuine smile touched Serena’s lips. She opened her mouth to reply, but suddenly, the color drained from her face. Her scent soured instantly, turning from fresh rain to distressed ozone. She swayed, her legs giving out.

She was not going to fight her way out. Something was going to happen in the next thirty seconds that would tell me what kind of person Aldara Voss actually was underneath the forty years of waiting. She reached into her coat pocket. Six wolves in the corridor moved. She raised one hand. Palm out. The other hand stayed in the pocket. She removed from the pocket a small glass vial. She held it up. I knew what it was before Dassa said it from behind me. The counter-seal mechanism, Dassa said. That is what she has been building.