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“And you promised me you would protect her. That you would cherish her. Instead, you let another wolf humiliate her, wound her, and drive her out while you stood there talking of obligations.” His voice hardened further. “Do you know what she gave up to stay with you? If not for you, Lyra would have taken the path her parents once chose., the same path her parents once chose. She gave that up because she wanted an ordinary life with you.” Cassian’s face had gone completely bloodless. The old alpha held the urn in one arm. “I was the one who ordered the cremation. You do not deserve to see her one last time. You do not deserve to keep what remains of her. The bond is over. She is free of you

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow

"Then a lot of red stuff came out. Dad said it was stage blood." The house went silent. Mara rose very slowly and looked at Adrian. "She was bleeding?" For the first time, real uncertainty entered his eyes. "The entire stage was covered in fake blood. It was part of the illusion." "Did you open the box and make sure?" He didn't answer. The color drained from my mother's face. She turned toward the door. "Take me back to that theater. Now." Adrian caught her arm. "Mara, don't let Elena manipulate you too. She--"

“You bastard she-wolf! You’re nothing but a cursed troublemaker! It was all your fault that the councilor lost her job—you LIED to her!” “Who do you even think you are?! Just a dying mutt corroded by silver dust! And now you want to cry and let the entire pack know you’re ‘going to die’? What a joke!” “You think Mom and Dad will believe you?” she laughed cruelly. “Don’t kid yourself.” Elsa’s eyes gleamed like a predator, her body coiled like a snake ready to strike. “If you’re really going to die... why don’t you just get it over with and disappear already?”

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

Pursing her lips, Elizabeth took a seat on the pile of clothes on the bed and began telling her story. "I had to fake my death because your mother was after my life back then. Even after I explained to her that I was aware of the supernatural world, she never believed me. So, with the help of my boyfriend, I faked my death to escape her," she began. "Was she after your life because of what happened to Hazel back then?" Ruby asked, and Elizabeth shook her head. "At first, I thought it was the reason, and that was why I was trying to make her understand that I grew up in a community of supernaturals. But I later found out that she wanted me dead because she had something to hide," she replied.

Greta, who'd just said she would kill me, froze. Henry, who had been sitting on the floor playing with his robot, immediately burst into tears. He ran over and wrapped his arms around John's leg. "Where's Mom? Where is she? I want Mom!" Greta's face turned pale, disbelief written all over it. "How is that possible? She just stole our company and our house! How can she suddenly be dying? Is she just faking it? Is she trying to gain your sympathy and win you back? She was perfectly fine all along. This whole time, she has…"

I said slowly, "why did you fake your death by self-immolation? What could have driven you to such an extreme measure?" Katherine's eyes darted away. "I told you, I panicked when my identity was revealed." "That explains leaving, not staging your own death so dramatically," I pressed. "And why return now, just as Eliza was beginning to gain acceptance?" She pulled her hands from mine defensively. "Why are you questioning me like this? I thought you would be happy that I'm alive." "I am," I assured her. "But I can't ignore the timing. Eliza falls from a cliff, presumed dead, and you return to reclaim your place. It's too convenient."

A surge of disgust welled up inside him. “Do you know how sick I feel just looking at you right now?” “Get out. Now.” Elsa forced down the irritation in her heart, like she had made up her mind. “She’s already dead. Torturing yourself like this won’t bring her back, and no one’s going to feel sorry for you.” “When you recover, let’s get married. Wouldn’t it be nice for the three of us to be a family?” Ethan instantly latched onto her words, eyes widening in disbelief.

"This is for your own good! When we get to Europe, it will be very cold for you to sleep in the snow. Sleeping in the yard will allow you to adapt in advance!" I stood my ground, releasing my Gamma aura, making Sophia and my parents' wolves tremble. I said firmly, "I'm not the one who needs to leave." Sophia whimpered on the floor, covering her face. "It hurts so much. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. It's my fault—let me go." Playing the victim. Typical behavior. Mother was almost whimpering with concern. "Let me get you some healing herbs." Just then, Alexander appeared in the doorway. He looked between us, his eyes lingering on Sophia's face.