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Chapter 29, Jason's POV.Something was wrong. I could feel it in the air. I was off on the security expedition my dad sent me on, like a lawyer. Like the loyal son that I was. He'd given me more work than usual after the wedding with Lena. Instead of the usual honeymoon period where I was to go off alone with her just a week, he didn't even want me to spend so much time with her.I saw it as his way of punishing me, so I didn't complain. Knowing that if this was the actual punishment, then it was a really small and undeserved loss. He promised me a honeymoon period, however. But it was to happen next month. There was a festival coming up in the next week, and I was needed for the preparations. Also, there was no point in cutting my honeymoon short after just one week to attend the festival, so it was just as well.I thought of her again today and couldn't help but send a message on my phone. She had completely consumed my mind ever since that first day I saw her. And even now, after a
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Chapter 30: Lena's POVHmph!I wasn't sure how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, or hours, or even longer. I had lost track of time the moment the blindfold had been tied over my eyes. My mind was still trying to process everything, to make sense of the events that had transpired so quickly. One moment, I was roaming in peace, and the next, I am tied up in an unknown place.The ropes holding my wrist were really tight, piercing into my skin, but I barely felt it anymore. The stink of the gag in my mouth was twice worse. Every time I breathed, I could smell it. It made it harder to think, but I tried anyway since I don't have any option.The thought of Jason flashed through my mind like a ray of hope, thinking he would come for me. He surely had to. I wasn't sure who these people were, or what they wanted with me, but I knew one thing for certain—Jason wouldn't let me down. But a surge of sadness washed over me: What if it was too late? What if I was already too far fr
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Chapter 31: Fiona’s POVThe room felt colder than it should, the fire placed in my room's hearth doing little to chase away the cold I felt. I sat by the window, staring at the bright sunshine ,My mind was far from the peaceful view. Instead, it was tangled in knots, pulling me in different directions. I could hear Maeve moving quietly around the room, Her presence had become a constant comfort in these last few days . Yet, tonight, there was something different in the air. It felt heavier as my heart was weighed down by something more than the betrayal that had shattered my world.I sighed deeply, putting my head further into the pillows behind my back. My emotions felt like an endless river flowing, every time I tried to make sense of it all. Jason and Lena. Their betrayal. Their love. It was all too much for meToo much!! What happened to the love Jason promised me some since childhood? The moment we spent together?Turning away from the window, I finally spoke, my voice sou
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Chapter 32: Ethan's POV I stood outside Fiona’s bedroom door, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails fit into my palms. Her voice was soft, though separated by the door between us, but her words were loud enough to send a wave of anger running through me What did Fiona mean by "Forgive them?" Jason and Lena? After everything they’d done? After the way Jason shattered her heart into pieces and disgraced our family in front of the whole werewolf community and mortals. I wanted to burst into the room and tell her she was wrong, I wanted to demand she explain how she could even think about forgiving them. But something told me to stop or Maybe it was the realization that Fiona had no idea I was standing there, hearing every word she said to Maeve. “She’s a fool,” I said, holding my breath, my voice low enough not to give myself away.Jason. That name alone was enough to make my blood boil. I regret the moment I considered him a brother, someone I trusted with my life. We use to
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Chapter 33: Jason's POV The drive back home from the expedition seems longer as I clammed the steering wheel with uneasiness settling in. I had left the pack’s territory hours ago, intending to embark of a journey with my team ,but now every part of me screamed at me to return to her— the love if my life; Lena."Something felt off". I had texted her a dozen times—short messages,like ; ''Are you okay?''“Please reply."!“I’ll be home soon."No response ! Lena wasn’t the type to ignore me, not when she knew I was the protective type, It wasn’t just about love—it was instinct. She was my mate, my heart. I couldn’t take any chances when it came to her safety, especially not after the fallout with Fiona and the Ashford's. The memories of the last few weeks resurfaced, sharp and relentless. Fiona’s tear-filled eyes, Ethan’s rage, my father's rage ,and the disapproving stares of the pack all haunted me. They had every right to be angry—I chose Lena, a mortal, over the life I was supp
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Chapter 34: Fiona’s POV The sun already setting in, I could see through the curtains of my room, casting regular patterns on the walls as I paced back and forth. My thoughts were a tangled mess. Everything that had happened over the last few weeks felt like a fire threatening to consume me right now, but it was really up to decide whether I would be burnt to ashes or if I could extinguish the flames before it becomes a full fire. "Jason and Lena". Their names alone caused a lump in my throat. Jason, my brother, my best friend—he had always been the one my heart ached for. And Lena? She was an outsider, a mortal who had somehow managed to lure Jason and find a place in his heart and ends up enjoying the life I was supposed to be living.At first, I had been furious. Furious at Jason for turning his back on our pack,and breaking my heart . Furious at Lena for being the human that had driven us apart. But as the days passed, the truth became harder to ignore. It wasn’t just infa
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Chapter 34: Fiona’s POV The sun already setting in, I could see through the curtains of my room, casting regular patterns on the walls as I paced back and forth. My thoughts were a tangled mess. Everything that had happened over the last few weeks felt like a fire threatening to consume me right now, but it was really up to decide whether I would be burnt to ashes or if I could extinguish the flames before it becomes a full fire. "Jason and Lena". Their names alone caused a lump in my throat. Jason, my brother, my best friend—he had always been the one my heart ached for. And Lena? She was an outsider, a mortal who had somehow managed to lure Jason and find a place in his heart and ends up enjoying the life I was supposed to be living.At first, I had been furious. Furious at Jason for turning his back on our pack,and breaking my heart . Furious at Lena for being the human that had driven us apart. But as the days passed, the truth became harder to ignore. It wasn’t just infa
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Chapter 35: Ethan’s POV After Fiona finished talking, I noticed the room was soaked in silence even though Maeve was present .Fiona sat across from me, her arms crossed, her expression screaming frustration and worry. She had always been the voice of reason in our family, the one who could see the bigger picture even when her emotions are controlling her. And now, here she was, telling me to undo the very thing I had set into motion. “This is a disaster waiting to happen, Ethan,” Fiona said. “You know it. We need to fix this before it’s too late.” I kept quiet, feeling the weight of her words settle on my shoulders. She was right, of course. She always was. But undoing this mess wasn’t going to be as simple as making a phone call and saying, *Forget about it.* especially when it came to the rogue wolves! “I get it, Fiona,” I replied, my voice tight. “You’ve made your point. But it’s not that easy. These rogues don’t exactly operate on the same level of trust and loyalty as ou
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Chapter 120: Fiona's POVDespite my determination, something had been eating away at the edges of my confidence. I wasn't scared of Mara. No, I had stared down danger before, had dealt with enemies trying to destroy me and my family, my pack. And I had always won out in the end. But this time… this time was different. This woman was not only powerful — she was primeval. Her magic felt like it infiltrated the soil beneath our feet, so that everything felt heavier, more oppressive.Tightening my fists as fiery rage pulsed in my veins, begging me to do something. I had to defend everything — my house, my family, people I loved. And then, just out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.My father.The patriarch of our family, Lucian Ashford, entered the courtyard. When I first saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He had this calming effect on me in the chaos, his presence an anchor in the storm. He was strong, he was powerful, and yet in that instant I was suddenly inundated with vulnerabi
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Chapter 119: Author's POVMara cackled, her voice ricocheting off the cold, the courtyard as Fiona tried to fight through her magic. It was almost too hilarious — the belligerent young wolf, full of fire and fury, attempting to hold her ground. Mara had seen this all before — the resistance, the defiance, the faith that sheer will could do battle against centuries of power. But it was always the same. They never learned.“This is the best you can do little wolf? There was a note of mocking amusement in Mara’s voice. She watched Fiona struggle against the magic, and her age-old eyes sparkled with triumph. “Little flames of yours aren’t going to cut it. There is no fire that can kill me now."Fiona’s hands were still up, the flickering orange of fire dancing around her fingers, but Mara could feel the energy ebbing out of her. She was old—older than most of the men who crossed her path—but not old enough to beat Mara’s decades of practice. Fiona’s flames might roar for attention, but Ma
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Chapter 118: Fiona's POV“She’s older than I thought,” I said, my voice steady in spite of the fear snaking up my spine. “Maybe 400 years or more. Her power is not merely about natural talent. It’s honed. Ancient.”Ethan’s gaze flickered to mine, the intensity in his eyes matching the weight of my words. “That’s how she’s been able to manipulate so much so quickly.” She has had time to hone it.”As the crowd began to disperse, the estate buzzing with uncomfortable whispers. My parents were still shaking, their faces looking pale, their eyes flicking to my direction, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. I wanted to comfort them, but there was no time.But before I took another step, the very atmosphere around me changed. It was subtle at first — a ripple, a hum in the air that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.And then she was back.Mara’s shape coalesced in the center of the courtyard, dark and imposing. This time, she didn’t bother with illusions. The real her wa
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Chapter 117: Fiona’s POVI wasn’t surprised.As soon as I arrived at the estate I felt her—dark, intrusive energy that didn’t belong. It made me creast, and boiled my blood that Mara walked through my house pretending to be me.It didn’t surprise me that Maeve, standing next to me, noticed the obvious: “She’s going to tell Ethan she’s the real you.”I grinned grimly, clenching the enchanted stone in my fist. “Let her try. Ethan will see through it.”Maeve arched an eyebrow, her faith in Ethan not as solid as mine. “You have a remarkably steady disposition if you’re being impersonated.”“Calm?” I scoffed. “I’m furious. But this is not the moment to hit the panic button. I have to catch her something that nobody can dispute.”Maeve crossed her arms with a twinkle in her eyes. “What’s the plan?”I raised my hand, allowing a small flame to dance on my palm. Waves come in, back out, suck it all back down for another run. “I will call upon elemental fire and bring her true face to light. Ma
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Chapter 116: Mara’s POVI sat in her chambers — no, my chambers now. It was strange how quickly I’d settled into this space, how easily I’d commandeered everything that once belonged to her. My fingers rapped in measured time on the armrest of her chair. Servants moved about the estate, oblivious to the storm I was about to unleash on these walls. They believed I was her. Her parents were convinced, as was she. They had all accepted me, no questions asked, no doubts raised. They didn’t know the truth, nor did they need to.But then there was Ethan.Ethan was the problem.He was in the courtyard, pacing, as I had expected. He was never gone, always looking, always hoping for a slip, for something to tell him the truth. His suspicion had been building for days, ever since I had set foot on the property, and I felt it whenever his eyes landed on me, scrutinizing me, as if I were a problem he was determined to solve. It was maddening, but exhilarating. He was a challenge. And I always lik
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Chapter 115: Fiona’s POVThe call with Ethan played in a loop in my brain, like a record that had skipped and wouldn’t stop skipping. The more I thought about it, the louder every word got. Someone was out there, wandering through my life, wearing my name, my face — living as me. It was not only unsettling; it sent a chill deep, deep into my bones. That thought clung to me like a second skin, cold and suffocating.Mara. She’d gone too far this time. Way too far.I sat by the fire, gazing into the dancing flames, but the heat did not comfort me. It was a jumble of hazy thoughts and fears I was afraid to voice. Next to me, Maeve quietly packed our things with an efficiency that was almost reassuring. She always knew what to do when the rest of the world seemed to be spinning out of control. Her calm steadiness kept me grounded when I felt like I was falling apart.“Maeve,” I said suddenly, shattering the leaden silence. My voice sounded odd even to me — hoarse and choppy, like it didn’t
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Chapter 114: Fiona’s POVThe wood was disconcertingly silent, the sort of quiet that rubbed my frayed nerves raw. The fire crackled low between Maeve and me, the flames’ warmth no competition for the icy dread in my gut. The stars above us twinkled weakly, shrouded in thin clouds that echoed the haze of uncertainty that clouded my mind.My fingers traced the rough edges of the enchanted stone, the cool surface anchoring me. It hummed dully with energy, a slight suggestion of the link still kept with Ethan, however far away he was from us. He hadn’t replied before, and the lack of his familiar voice had made the pit of unease inside me sink deeper.Maeve shifted, her silver hair reflecting in the firelight. She kept her watchful eyes on me. “You’re going to call him back, right?”I nodded, swallowing the doubt that was choking me. “I have to. That’s not right, Maeve. If Ethan is able to hear me, I want to know what is going on.”She didn’t argue. “Good. If anyone can sort out this tang
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Chapter 113: Fiona’s POVEverything in the forest had a life of its own; the breeze rustling the leaves and probably having a conversation of its own; the crickets never stinging still to voice their presence and every other moment the long-measured howl of a wolf that shivered down my spine. It was calm, yes, but not the kind of calm that comforts you. No, this was the kind of quiet where something seemed fishy, like the forest itself was holding its breath.I waited at the edge of the rogues’ training grounds, arms folded tightly across my chest, watching Maeve spar with one of the younger recruits. She was working with the thunderstorm — graceful and deadly. Her silver hair shone in the sunlight, the bright color catching the light every time she turned or crouched, which was not unlike the poor lad she was in training with. He was dirty, struggling to breathe as her blows fell on him. But he was clearly outmatched. Maeve did not give him an inch, honestly I didn’t know if she was
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Chapter 112: Mara’s POVI walked through the grand hallways of the Ashford Pack’s estate, my steps slow, deliberate. The air was dense with their trust, their respect — a trust I hadn’t earned, but had surreptitiously plundered. They all thought I was Fiona, their beloved queen, the backbone of their beloved export. How quaint to watch them smile beatifically and bow their heads correctly as I passed. If only they knew what really lay under their fragile veil of loyalty.But not everyone was blind. Ethan. His look was the one scratch on my otherwise immaculate performance. I felt his presence, his eyes piercing, like all sharp silence, wherever I went. He stared out into the hall, observing, calculating, doubting — not like the others. And even though he hadn’t formally gone against me, the energy in his presence served as a reminder that I had to watch my step.I wasn’t going to let his scrutiny rattle me. No, I was Fiona in that part; I played Fiona to a tee. I listened to scouts dr
