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LIA'S POV.I was lying on my bed, reading a book when I heard a loud scream coming from downstairs. My heart began to race as I sat up and tried to listen for any other sounds. As I stood up to leave the room, I felt something strange in my throat. It was like a lump that wouldn't go away, and it made me feel sick.I stumbled towards the door, but my legs were shaking so much that I couldn't walk properly. I knew that something was wrong, and I needed to get downstairs to find out what was happening. As I made my way down the stairs, the feeling in my throat intensified, and I began to feel dizzy.Suddenly, I knew that I was going to throw up. I tried to hold it back, but it was too late. I ran towards the restroom and barely made it in time to throw up into the toilet. The taste in my mouth was disgusting, and I felt like I was going to be sick again.After a few minutes, I managed to compose myself and rinse my mouth with water. I knew that I had to get back downstairs to find out w

ASHER'S POV.I feel like I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. The exhaustion of the past few weeks has finally caught up with me, leaving me feeling like a shadow of my former self. My mind is foggy and my thoughts are jumbled, making even the simplest tasks feel like a Herculean effort.I used to enjoy the simple things in life - a good meal, a warm shower, a book by the fire. But now, even these small pleasures have lost their appeal. My taste buds have dulled, and I can barely distinguish between flavors. The warmth of the water in the shower does little to soothe my aching muscles, and I find myself wanting to crawl back into bed instead.The world seems to be moving in slow motion, while I am stuck in quicksand. My mind is constantly racing, yet I feel like I am not making any progress. I can barely remember the last time I felt truly rested, truly at peace.I try to shake off these feelings and focus on the task at hand - the rebuilding of our Pack. But th

RAYA'S POV.I walked towards my Packhouse, my senses heightened and my heart beating with excitement. The guards all parted ways for me, as if they knew I was coming. I could sense the air of respect around me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.As I walked through the Packhouse, I saw the Alpha King seated on his throne. He looked up at me, a sly smile on her face. "Well, well, well," he said. "If it isn't the prodigal daughter returning home."I walked up to him, trying my best to maintain my composure. "Hello, Your Majesty," I said. "It's good to be back."The Alpha King raised an eyebrow. "Is it?" he said. "You've been gone a very long time, Raya. Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"I felt a shiver go down my spine. I knew that the he was just teasing me, but there was always a hint of truth to his jokes. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," I said. "I had to take care of some things."He leaned forward. "Well, now that you're back, you'll have to make it up to us," she

RAYA'S POV.As I walked through the ruins of Lance's Pack, my heart felt heavy with satisfaction and anger of still dealing with Lance. The destruction was palpable, and it seemed to seep into every pore of my being. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash, and the ground beneath my feet was littered with debris.The once-beautiful buildings were now nothing but a pile of rubble and broken concrete. The walls that had once stood tall and proud were now crumbled, like a stack of cards that had been knocked down by a gust of wind. The roofs that had once protected the inhabitants of the pack were now gone, leaving only the sky above.The silence was deafening. The only sound was the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind blew through the trees. It was as if the Pack had been frozen in time, and I was the only one left to bear witness to the destruction.I walked through the ruins, my eyes scanning the scene in front of me. The buildings that were once the center of life in

ASHER'S POV.We were met with resistance, but we fought back with all our might. The sound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke filled the air as we made our way deeper into the facility.I saw Raya's deadly accuracy with her throwing knives as she took down an enemy guard. Raya's fighting skills were impressive as she dodged a punch and kicked her opponent in the gut. The rest of our warriors were equally skilled, and it was clear that we were a formidable force.I led the charge, taking down any guard that came in our way. We made our way to the center of the lab, where Lance had kept his most powerful anomalies. They were kept in cages, and it was clear that they had been mistreated and abused.I felt my anger and disgust boil inside of me. These creatures were innocent, and they had been used as weapons by Lance. We had to put an end to it. Without hesitation, we destroyed the cages, freeing the anomalies from their captivity.As we made our way out of the lab, I could hear

ASHER'S POV.As I walked into the quarters where the warriors Raya had brought were staying, I was immediately struck by the flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, rushing around and preparing for the mission ahead. Weapons were being sharpened and polished, gear was being packed and checked, and there was a general sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.I walked through the crowds, taking in the scenery and the way the warriors were scattered in groups, talking and laughing and preparing for battle. It was clear that these were experienced fighters, each one ready and willing to do whatever it took to ensure the success of our mission.As I made my way through the bustling crowds, I eventually found myself outside of Raya's room. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt her, but ultimately decided that it was important to talk to her.As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Raya engaged in a passionate embrace with a man I didn't recognize. The

VINCENTMy eyes were glued to her every movement and every smile. I watched from the confines of my car window like I was on the outside of a world I used to belong to. My fists curled tight in my lap, nails digging into my palms as I watched her laugh like nothing ever happened. Like she didn’t leave a storm behind.There she was, chatting away in the cafeteria, carefree and unbothered, while I sat there drowning in anger and betrayal. I wanted to march in there and shake the truth out of her. To make her see the mess she created.Why?Was I not enough?Was my kindness not enough?Did I commit a crime by helping her?What did I do to deserve this betrayal?How do you look someone in the eye and feed them lies with the same lips that once said thank you?What stung the most wasn’t just the betrayal, it was the performance. The way she played me like I was just some pawn in a game she was playing with Santiago. And worst of all? I let her.“Don.”Bianchi’s voice pulled me from the spir

BELLA“What is happening?” I muttered into the darkness, my voice barely a whisper against the quiet hum of the night.“I thought we were past this… why is he still avoiding me?” My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket tighter as I stared up at the ceiling. “It’s like he doesn’t even want to see me anymore, and it’s not making sense. We were just on a date yesterday so what the hell changed?”There was no one to answer, no voice to ease the storm in my mind. I’d been lying here for over an hour, tossing, and turning, hoping sleep would come and wash him out of my thoughts but it was no use. Vincent was everywhere.His face. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was more than just another girl passing through his world.We were happy on that date. I remember the way his eyes lingered on me, the way he smiled genuinely, like the world wasn’t such a cruel place anymore.And then, just like that, everything shifted. Since that night, he’s been distant. Like I’m some stranger who me

VINCENT“Good morning, Don. Hope you had a pleasant night,” Bianchi said, and I gave him an annoyed look.“What is it this time around?” I asked, drained. I just wanted some time alone to think.“Someone’s grumpy,” Bianchi grinned, and I rolled my eyes.“Last night I hacked into her phone, and it’s amusing how she foolishly left everything there. She didn’t even bother to delete their messages,” Bianchi said, and I sighed as I looked up at him.“I’m actually surprised you didn’t call me because I already sent it to you,” he added, glancing at my phone that sat untouched on the desk. I hadn’t looked at it since last night.I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything. My heart felt heavy, and there was still that lingering anger and irritation. Notifications kept popping up, but I ignored them. I was afraid of what I might do if I gave in to the rage, afraid of how far I’d go, especially when the person who hurt me was probably out there lounging without a care in the world.“I was too b

VINCENT“This better be important, Bianchi,” I snapped as I shut the door behind me, the weight of the moment I just left still clinging to my skin like perfume. I stalked toward my desk, fingers itching to be anywhere but in this room. “You dragged me away from something important.”“By important do you mean your little date with Bella?” he asked, bitterness laced in every syllable.The edge in his voice made me pause. Just slightly. But I didn’t appreciate the tone.“What’s with the attitude?” I asked coldly. “I get that you don’t like her, but what I do in my free time is none of your business, Bianchi. You interrupted a moment I’ll never get back.”He gave me a flat, unimpressed look. “Were you about to fuck her?”I scoffed, leaning against the edge of my desk with my arms crossed. “No.”“Good.” He tossed a manila envelope onto my desk. “Because that would’ve been the biggest mistake of your life. And possibly your one-way ticket straight to hell.”My stomach tightened. I didn’t m

BELLA “What’s your schedule like today?” I asked, voice soft as we lay tangled in each other beneath the warm sheets. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’ve got a pretty busy day,” Vincent murmured, fingers absentmindedly weaving through my curls. “Need to check on a few shipments, then some back-to-back meetings. Why? Are you thinking of stealing me away?” I smiled, savoring the warmth of his touch. “I was planning to take you out, just something simple. But it can wait. Work’s important.” His hand paused, and then he shifted slightly, guiding me gently until I was straddling his waist. His eyes searched mine as he cradled my face in his hands. “What did you just say?” he asked, voice low but curious. “I said I wanted to take you out. Nothing fancy, just us. But, it’s okay, we can do it another day.” A spark lit up in his eyes, and he looked at me like I’d just handed him the stars. “You want to take me out on a date?” he repe

BELLA“So relaxing,” I mumbled, running the towel over my dripping hair, the warmth of the steam still clinging to my skin.“Beautiful.”The word was soft, almost a whisper but it jolted me like a slap. I gasped and jumped back, clutching my chest, heart hammering.“When did you get in?” I asked, eyes wide as Vincent stepped forward, casually picking up the towel I’d dropped.He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “I’ve been here for a while. Had the best view in the house. Worth every second.”His gaze dragged over me like a slow caress, and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks despite the towel wrapped snugly around me.“Pervert,” I muttered, trying to hide the fluster in my voice. “What are you doing here?”Vincent stopped just inches from me, his expression unreadable for a moment before softening into something warm. He lifted the smaller towel and began patting my damp hair with surprising gentleness.“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he murmured, fingers threading lightly through m