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Lianna: "I am here, Lianna," his voice came, soft and reassuring. "Don't be scared. Nothing is going to happen to you. I am here." I held onto him, breathing heavily and literally sobbing against his arms. He held me tight against him, but I didn't stop shaking until after a while. I finally calmed down, but the fear still remained. It was already midnight and it even scared me more. I stared across the room, at the light switch, where Ethan stood and I looked behind me, where Freya sat, but it was Edward holding onto me. "It felt so real," I began to sob softly. "I thought they were going to kill me. I couldn't move. I couldn't save myself. Oh, it's a dream. Nothing but a dream. But it felt so real. So real to the point where all I wanted to do was fucking run." "Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked, his voice soft and filled with worry. He tipped my chin towards his gaze, his lips parted slightly. Before I could even think, I reached up to him and pressed my
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Lianna: The words carried a weight that went beyond their meaning. Safe. Was that what I felt? With him beside me, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed less menacing. The lingering fear from the nightmare began to ebb, replaced by a quiet warmth that spread through my chest. I shifted closer to him, unable to help myself. “Edward... thank you.” His lips quirked into a faint smile. “You don’t have to thank me. You’ve been through enough.” The silence that followed was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. “What was it about?” he asked softly, breaking the quiet. “The nightmare?” My voice wavered. “I don’t know. It was... I felt trapped. Like I couldn’t move or breathe. And there were people—faces I recognized, but they weren’t themselves. They wanted to hurt me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.” I wanted to tell him really bayd that those faces belonged to Freya and Ethan. But it would only make things worse, so I kept silent
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Lianna: The door clicked softly behind Edward as he left, and the quiet that followed felt heavy. Ingrid’s gaze lingered on the door for a moment before she turned to face me. Her expression softened, and there was an unspoken apology in her eyes. "I owe you an apology," she said, her voice quieter than usual. I furrowed my brow, confused. "What for?" She sighed and stepped closer, her hands clasped in front of her. "Yesterday. I... I should’ve stayed with you when we got to the hotel. I shouldn’t have left you alone to face all of that. I’m sorry." I shook my head, trying to brush it off. "It’s fine, Ingrid. I’m used to it. Besides, you had to go back home." "I should’ve stayed, Lianna," she insisted, her voice tinged with regret. "I’m your friend, and it wasn’t right to leave you when you were already feeling vulnerable. I’m truly sorry." I met her gaze and could see the sincerity in her eyes. "I understand. It’s not your fault, really." She nodded, but I cou
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Edward: The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city below. I stood by the window, arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring out at the skyline without really seeing it. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, sharp and tense. The image suited how I felt—restless, angry, and most of all, concerned. Her voice from last night still lingered in my mind. The way it trembled as she recounted what had happened in the lobby. The way she tried to dismiss it, but I could see the shame in her eyes, the hurt she couldn’t quite hide. They’d called her a whore. A gold digger. They’d spoken about her like she was nothing, like she wasn’t about to be their Luna, my Luna. The soft creak of the door broke my thoughts, and I turned as Harvey stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, his expression sharp, but there was a faint flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "You called for me?" he asked, his voice low and steady. I nodded, gesturing toward the chair by the d
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Lianna: It was almost laughable how well we had managed to convince everyone that we were madly in love. Edward and I had slipped into our roles seamlessly, like two actors born for the stage. His hand found mine in crowded spaces, his lips brushed against my temple during public events, and his deep, quiet voice softened whenever he spoke to me in front of others. To anyone watching, we were the picture of romance. A perfect couple. But that’s all it was—an act. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But sometimes, it felt so real. The other day at the gallery, he’d leaned down and whispered something into my ear. I couldn’t even remember what he’d said now, but the warmth of his breath and the way his fingers had grazed my lower back had sent a shiver through me. We’d been standing under the soft glow of the chandelier, surrounded by people, but for a moment, I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat. When we walked out, he’d opened the car d
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Ethan: The sound of distant laughter echoed through the halls, accompanied by the faint voices of workers busy at their tasks. My jaw tightened as I paced around my chambers, my boots striking the polished floor with sharp precision. Every corner of the Palace was being adorned for the coronation and wedding celebration. My brother’s coronation. His wedding. To her. I stopped near the window, shoving my hands into my pockets as I stared out at the sprawling grounds below. The flutter of servants carrying garlands, the sound of music rehearsals in the distance—it all grated against me. This should have been a day of relief, of finally shedding the burden of being Alpha and stepping into a quieter role. But not like this. Not with Lianna at the center of it all. The idea of her standing beside Edward, wearing the crown, and being called Luna again—it churned my stomach. She didn’t deserve it. Not after everything. Not after me. The door creaked open behind me, but I
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Lianna: The morning of my wedding felt like stepping into a dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to have. My chambers buzzed with activity. Women floated in and out, carrying trays of food I couldn’t stomach and fabrics I’d already approved. "Hold still, Lianna," Ingrid said, pinning me with a sharp look as she worked on my hair. "I am still," I muttered, though the truth was my hands were trembling slightly. Ingrid arched a brow, but her lips quirked into a knowing smile. She didn’t comment, just kept weaving the delicate silver chains through my braid. They glimmered faintly, a nod to the moon, as was tradition for a werewolf wedding. The dress lay spread out on the bed, an intricate blend of white and silver that looked more like something from a fairy tale than a reality I was about to step into. Layers of soft, shimmering fabric cascaded like water, while intricate embroidery in the shape of crescent moons and wolves ran along the bodice. "Do you think I’m making a m
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Lianna: The temple courtyard was alit with the soft glow of the soft lights to imitate the moon, the air thick with the mingling scents of incense and the delicate perfume of jalapeño. Edward’s hand was firm around mine as we descended the marble steps, the whispers and murmurs of the gathered crowd a constant hum in the background. In all honesty, it was a bit overwhelming. I’d always known the weight of being tied to an Alpha King, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of this moment. Dignitaries and Alpha Kings from far and wide had been invited, each one more powerful and intimidating than the last. And now, as Edward and I made our way down, they swarmed like moths to a flame, eager to catch his attention. "Edward!" one of them called out, stepping into our path with a broad smile. He barely spared me a glance as he extended a hand to Edward. "It’s been too long." Edward released my hand with a quick squeeze, turning to greet the man. "Alpha Gregory,
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Lianna: I’d fought wars with blood in my teeth and lightning in my palms. I had come out bruised, singed, but never like this. Never this empty. It was like something had drained the marrow from my bones, like my soul had been sifted through a sieve and discarded for sport. I wasn’t just tired, I was hollowed out. My eyelids felt like lead but lifted slowly at the sound of faint incantations. It was low and rhythmic, the syllables curling into my ears like smoke. My vision blurred, then sharpened around the figure of a woman draped in charcoal grey, her fingers twinkling with tiny, glowing sigils. I blinked once, twice. Ah. The Pack Witch. Relief loosened something in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I hated looking fragile, even though I currently felt like someone had taken a hammer to every joint in my body. “Still alive, I see,” I murmured, my voice raspy and dry like parchment left in the sun. “Congratulations. You all didn’t kill me with your fretting.”
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Edward: I paced. Slow, loud, deliberate steps that echoed down the endless marbled corridor, every sound bouncing off the high-vaulted ceilings like a cruel reminder that something—no, someone—was slipping away from me on the other side of that damn door. The physician had emerged moments ago, his face a perfect portrait of polished helplessness. “I can’t explain it, Your Highness. Her fever is dangerously high, but it’s not… it’s not normal. I’ve seen fevers. This isn’t one.” That’s it? That’s all he had to offer after prodding and poking her for nearly an hour? I clenched my jaw, fingers curling into my palm like my body was trying to fold in on itself. “Harvey,” I barked. He stepped out from the shadows. “Is there anything that can be done?” My voice had dropped, like I was asking the walls instead. Harvey nodded slowly. “Call the Pack Witch. If this isn’t natural, she’ll know.” I didn’t hesitate. I gave the order and didn’t wait to hear the reply.
