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LucasThis is the strangest breakfast of my life.Not because of the food. The food looks perfect. Too perfect. Everything placed with care, portions exact, plates aligned like someone measured the distance between them. No crumbs. No clatter. No one reaches across the table without asking. Even the sound of cutlery feels muted, like the room itself is listening.It feels cold. Not temperature cold. Something else. Emotional. Like breakfast here is another task on a checklist. Wake up. Dress well. Sit where you are told. Eat. Speak only when appropriate.I take one glance around the table and understand the structure instantly. No one sits randomly. Seats mean something. There is hierarchy in the sitting arrangement. But this hierarchy is nothing like the one we have in the pack. In my pack, meals are chaos in the best way.Someone is always stealing food off someone else’s plate. Someone complains about seasoning. Someone tells a story halfway through chewing and everyone yells at

LucasI watch Aurora for a long moment after her breathing falls into that deep, even rhythm that tells me she is really asleep. Not the kind where she might wake if the mattress shifts or the air changes. This is the kind where her body finally lets go.Her lashes rest against her cheeks, casting faint shadows. Her lips part slightly, just enough to soften her whole face. She looks younger like this.I move slowly. Everything about me slows when I peel myself away from her. I ease my arm out from beneath her head, inch by inch, replacing the space with the pillow so she does not feel the loss. She stirs once, a quiet sound leaving her throat, and I freeze. My eyes stay on her face until her breathing smooths again.Only then do I stand.I pull the blanket higher, tucking it around her shoulders, smoothing the fabric like my hands know exactly where to go. My wolf insists on it, a low push in my chest that says warmth matters, safety matters. I listen.I start looking around, letting

LucasAurora exhales sharply through her nose. I feel it before I hear it, the way anger moves through her like a flare, fast and hot. The bond carries it straight to me. No filter. No softening. Just raw feeling pressing against my ribs. She does not look at me. Her gaze stays on the wreck of her room like she is recording damage inside her own head.There is one thing I cannot fault this place for. Efficiency. Arthur gives an order and the house responds like a single organism. People move in and out without noise, without questions. Drawers are lifted, clothes folded, hangers aligned. In less than twenty minutes, the room resets itself. When the last person leaves, the door clicks shut and the silence settles. It is just me and Aurora now.I was not planning on staying here. But after what happened today, there is no way I am leaving Aurora alone. I don't trust anyone, not even Arthur. No one gets the benefit of my trust. Not guards. Not family. Not allies who stand too easily in

LucasArthur goes into war mode without letting any of the outrage seeping outside him.He stands in the middle of the corridor outside Aurora’s room, posture composed, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable to anyone. I know better. The calm is tight. Contained. His anger does not flare outward. It folds inward, sharp and focused, the kind that cuts clean.“Somebody was inside the house,” he says, voice level, eyes fixed on the guards lined up in front of him. “Inside Aurora’s room. And none of you were aware of it.”The guards stand straighter. One of them swallows. Another shifts his weight just a fraction, enough for me to clock nervous energy. Arthur sees it too. He sees everything right now.“Sir,” one of them says, choosing his words carefully, “nobody entered the private part of the house. As per your orders, all guests were contained in the main area.”Arthur turns slowly and points toward the open door behind us. The mess inside Aurora’s room is still visible.

LucasThe first thing that hits me when I enter Arthur’s office is the smell of smoke. Thick. Bitter. It sits in the room like it belongs here. Arthur takes another pull from his cigar and exhales slowly, eyes never leaving me as I cross the threshold. He looks exactly as he always does when he wants control. Relaxed posture. Sharp attention.The door closes behind me with a quiet finality. No echo. No drama. Just a sound that tells me this conversation is meant to stay contained.Arthur gestures toward the empty chair in front of his desk. I sit, my movements calm, my focus already dissecting the room. The bookshelf behind him. The way his fingers rest near the ashtray. The faint tension in his jaw that suggests he is expecting resistance.“So,” I say, skipping any pretense, “what is going on?”He does not answer right away. He watches me instead, like he is deciding which version of the truth to offer.“Arthur,” I continue, keeping my voice even, “I need to know everything. This is

LucasWhen Arthur called me that night, I did not pause to think. My mind knew it was related to Aurora.That is enough to make every other consideration feel small.Jack argued first. He always does when he thinks I am walking into something sharp. Mikhail backed him up, quieter but no less firm. Coming alone was a bad idea. Walking into her family’s territory without support was unnecessary risk. They were not wrong. I knew that even as I ignored them.I could not bring anyone else into this. If something went wrong, it needed to end with me. So I told them I was going alone.When I reached the estate, Arthur met me before I even fully stepped inside. He looked the same as always. Controlled. Composed. But there was something underneath it that night, something restless.He told me he was going to acknowledge my relationship with Aurora in front of everyone.Not ask. Not suggest. State.He did not give details. He did not explain the timing. He just said it needed to happen tonight.

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.

Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i