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Chapter 45: Fiona's POVI watched their passionate reunion with a broken heart and bleeding eyes. It was perfect, but what was so devastating about it was how similar it was to what I had experienced in my time. I remembered that look—the one he gave her now was exactly how he used to look at me.This smell they shared with each other was something I had grown used to, something that I didn't know if I could ever get used to living without. My heart ached for Jason, even after all he had done to me, all the pain he had caused. He was a bitch, I knew—a son of a bitch for all that. But that didn't change the way I felt about him. The pure, unrequited love I had was now tearing me apart from the inside."Move on," something told me in my mind. What was the problem? I just couldn't find the courage in me to do anything else. But I knew I needed to stop pining over him the way I was now. It wasn't ever going to work out—there was no chance at all. So I might as well figure out a solution b
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Chapter 46: Fiona's POV As the morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, it left a dim golden light that flooded the room, chasing away the chill in the air. For a brief moment I lay there, surrounded by the sleepy fog of sleep, disbelief and confusion between dreaming and being awake. Everything felt so remote, as if I were floating in some peaceful, unattainable haven. But the jarring pain radiating through my body quickly tore that illusion asunder — the stings from the drags of yesterday’s drag and issues. Maeve stood in the hallway, her complexion, more paler than usual, eyes wide and filled with an emotion that resembled fear, or perhaps something even more ominous. “You need to come downstairs. Now,” she instructed, her words clipped, as if struggling to maintain her composure. “What’s going on?” Dread twisted in my stomach. “It’s Lena,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Word’s out about her kidnapping. It’s spreading rapidly.” My heart plummeted li
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Chapter 47: Jason’s POV Even though the sun hung high in the sky, bright and blinding, the day felt colder than it should’ve. Maybe it was the weather but I sensed it was something larger, something darker — a storm brewing in me, pulling me in different ways. Anger, confusion, the need to protect Lena… and that burning, raw desire for answers. I couldn’t stop the feeling that something had been stolen from me, something I could never get back. Lena’s hand gripped mine as we headed to the waiting SUV. Her grip was light, but I could sense her trying to quiet me, to center me. Instead, the way she gripped my hand every few steps — it was an assurance. But to be frank, it only reminded me how close I had been to losing her. I still felt a gnawing fear, when they took her the fear I had when they took her still nagged at me, a constant thrill of ache in my chest. I stole a glance at her weary face. She hadn’t spoken much since last night. Her silence hung between us like a shadow, but
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Chapter 48: Fiona’s POV Then that was Jason.. Jason wasn’t simply some blood-mad wolf on a rampage, seeking revenge as though it were his only purpose,b ut Jason was more than that; he was a tempest, unbridled and ragin. And at that moment, all that fury, all that roiling mixture of pain and resolve, was focused on me. His eyes burned through me, more than angry. It was heartbreak, betrayal and something worse, something desperate. His gaze didn’t just accuse — it commanded. Demanding answers. Demanding justice. I heard it in the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, as though each word were born of some passion greater than anger. He wasn’t just angry — he had the means and the will to destroy the world if that would return things, by his definition, to their rightful state. When the double doors opened, all of the gravity of the moment hit me. First came the sound, heavy, purposeful stomps of the Frostwoods reverberating in the room as though a thunderstorm had rolled in.
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Chapter 49: Lena’s POV I stepped away to the second sitting room; I shouldn't be doing this tho but seeing those two packs fight was.. I just needed to see the pack house of the Ashford’s now. I had heard legends — whispers of its lofty majesty, of how it stood as the very manifestation of everything the Ashford family epitomized: power, wealth, domination. But I was not ready for the weight of that when I entered the sitting room through those huge double doors. Ceilings that soared away into the heavens, like there was no end to the majesty of the place. Everything I walked by felt so carefully arranged, so … pricey. The chandelier overhead was enormous — every crystal twinkling like little stars in the sky, so brightly that it hurt my eyes a little. Portraits of the sour-faced Ashfords hung on the walls: eyes that never blinked, eyes that always judged, eyes that always waited for someone to fail, to disappoint. Their eyes followed me as I moved farther into the room, and it
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Chapter 50: Jason’s POV Lena was walking next to me, her fingers clenching mine tightly. I could feel the tension in her hands, her nervous energy running through my body. She wasn’t too thrilled about being there, and I totally got it. The Ashford pack, their power, their history, it all struck fear, especially for someone like Lena who didn’t grow up here. But I needed her here. I needed her with me. My focus was clear, singular. It wasn’t on the house. It wasn’t on the decor. It was about Lucian Ashford, the man who believed he was untouchable, the man who must answer for what happened to Lena. And it didn’t take long for him to show up. Lucian strode into the room with that same, calculated confidence I had recalled over the years — tailored suit, silver hair slicked back, and those icy blue eyes sweeping across everything in his path as if he were taking mental notes on how to own it all. When his eyes met mine, it was as if the world stopped for a second. “Jason Frostwood,”
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Chapter 51: Fiona’s POV It was almost suffocating silence in the room. It was not just quiet; it was heavy, as if the air had descended upon me, had thickened and become harder to breathe. My heart pounded in my ears, loud and needy, as if mocking me for how far I had fallen. Each thud was an anticlimax, each thud was a sign that I was not who I believed myself to be. Not the person you think I am anymore.” I glanced around the room — the gleaming marble floors, the ornate tapestries that lined the walls of the Ashford estate. They had been symbols of everything I cherished. Safety. Strength. Stability. But now? Now they appeared to be congealing around me, twisting this overwhelmingly grand and imposing house into a prison. For a cage I had built for myself. The walls would shift, even if I moved, and squeeze closer and closer until there was nowhere left to turn. “Nowhere to hide.” Jason’s words played over and over in my mind, jagged, unyielding. You cannot set the world on
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Chapter 52: Ethan's POV It was as if the air was being sucked out of the room. Every time Fiona opened her mouth, every gesture she made felt like marching us to the edge of the cliff.” I had sat, in shadows, watching, listening, waiting for the moment she would finally break. It was inevitable. But I didn’t expect this. I had never seen that kind of turnaround, the clarity that she had in her own voice when she started to tell the truth.” It was not the fake apology I had prepared myself for. And it wasn’t a cringe–worthy defense, either. The woman who had lived her life in shadow, retreating behind lies, retreating behind her father’s name, was finally taking accountability for what she had done. It was raw. It was honest. And it stung. But I was still trying to figure it out when Jason said. He sank to a growl, to some sort of anger that thudded against the walls. “And now at last do you confess?” he retorted, venom behind each syllable. “You allowed Lena to be taken, knowing she
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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
