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Lianna: The sound of hooves thudding against the earth was steady, almost hypnotic, as Edward and I rode side by side. The forest around us was alive, a symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The scent of pine mixed with the faint aroma of wildflowers, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in fractured beams that painted the path ahead. Edward glanced at me, his expression unreadable at first, but then his lips curved into a smile that hinted at something unspoken. "What do you say we take a different route?" he asked, his voice casual but laced with intrigue. I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes slightly. "What route?" He gestured to a narrow trail veering off from the main path, half-hidden by overgrown ferns. It looked untouched, almost secret. “It leads to a place I think you’ll enjoy.” The uncertainty in me stirred, but his confidence quelled it almost immediately. Edward was many things—arrogant,
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Lianna: The blanket beneath me was soft against the grass, the rich hues of the sunset reflecting in the still waters of Lunaris Spring. The sky was a masterpiece of fiery orange and soft pink, streaked with hints of lavender and gold. I leaned back, letting my fingers trace absent patterns over the fabric of the picnic blanket. Beside me, Edward sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon as though the sunset had cast its spell on him too. “I’ve always loved sunsets,” I murmured, my voice breaking the gentle hum of the crickets around us. “They make me feel… hope. Like no matter what happens during the day, it all ends in beauty.” Edward shifted slightly, turning his attention to me. “Hope,” he echoed, the word lingering on his lips as if tasting its weight. I nodded, my eyes still on the horizon. “Look at the colors. The oranges remind me of warmth, safety, like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold night. The pinks feel tender, like love that’s soft and quiet. And the pur
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Lianna: The tremor in my hands hadn’t stopped since he got rid of the body. but Edward seemed unbothered, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos in my chest. How could he act so nonchalantly after what had just happened? A rogue had lunged at me—teeth bared, eyes wild—and he brushed it off as if it were a regular occurrence. He crouched near the picnic spot, packing the last remnants of our impromptu meal into the basket. The soft rustling of fabric and clinking of utensils was a good distraction, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the attack over and over again. My heart still raced at the memory of its guttural growl. “Are you seriously not worried about what just happened?” My voice cracked, betraying the calm façade I was trying to hold onto. Edward stood, brushing the dirt off his hands. “Rogues attack from time to time,” he said with a shrug, his tone almost dismissive. “It’s nothing new.” He turned to look at me, his jaw tight but his eyes steady. “As t
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CHAPTER 69 Freya: The weight of Alistair’s body beneath mine was thrilling. His resistance only made the game more intoxicating, his pathetic attempts to stop me was a show of weakness I enjoyed. My lips moved against his, a mixture of hunger and malice driving me. He tried to turn his face away, his breath ragged, but I caught his jaw with my hand, forcing him to look at me. “Freya, stop this,” he rasped, his voice trembling. “This isn't right. What we're doing isn't right at all. You're married...and I know you don't even like me.” “Oh, Alistair,” I purred, running my fingers down his chest. His shirt bunched under my touch, the fabric soft but wrinkled from my earlier grip. “You wanted this. Don’t pretend otherwise.” “I didn't!” His wide, terrified eyes betrayed him. He tried to push me off again, his hands pressing against my shoulders, but I snarled, low and guttural, letting my claws extend just enough to graze his skin. “Don’t make me hurt you,” I wa
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Ethan: I knew I didn't want to be in my chambers all morning, being plagued by thoughts that cried to me spoken out. Even as I left the room, Freya paid me no heed as she was still angry from last night. But I did not care. I had more important things to attend to. The throne room smelled faintly of cedarwood and aged stone, a constant reminder of the centuries of decisions that had been made within these walls. Today, it felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was the stifling tension of my own thoughts or the way the high ceilings seemed to echo every creak of the massive wooden doors. I adjusted my collar, feigning confidence as I walked into the room. The council elders, their silver hair and stoic expressions betraying lifetimes of service, turned to look at me with a faint surprise. Edward was already seated on the throne, his shoulders square and his face set in the impassive mask he wore so well. He wasn’t expecting me, of course. Good. “Ethan,” he said, his voice coo
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CHAPTER 71 Lianna: The garden was bathed in soft sunlight, the kind that seemed to kiss the skin rather than scorch it. The faint hum of bees mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves, creating a melody of serenity. My teacup felt warm in my hands, the delicate porcelain cooling slightly as I sipped the fragrant brew. Beside me, Ingrid laughed, her golden hair catching the light as she ran after the tiny puppy Edward had brought me yesterday. Watching her made me smile. The puppy, an excitable little thing with floppy ears and boundless energy, darted around her feet, barking happily. It was such a contrast to the thoughts swirling in my mind that I almost envied her carefree spirit. “Ingrid,” I called, my voice cutting through the warm stillness. She turned, her cheeks flushed from chasing the dog. “Yes?” she replied, plopping down beside me on the cushioned bench. The puppy climbed onto her lap, panting contentedly. I set my cup down on the small table, runnin
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Lianna: “Today is such a good day.” I let out a sigh and stretched my legs over the chair I lounged on. The sun bathed the pool area in a warm, golden glow, its rays dancing across the water’s surface in tiny ripples of light. I reclined on one of the lounge chairs, a book resting on my lap. The air was crisp, with the faint scent of chlorine mingling with the sweet aroma of blooming jasmine from the nearby hedges. The royal pool, reserved exclusively for us, was my sanctuary—a rare escape from the palace’s suffocating walls and endless political games. Flipping a page, I sipped on the iced tea beside me, the condensation leaving small wet rings on the table. My skin tingled slightly under the sun’s embrace, and for once, I felt a fleeting moment of peace. But then it came—a creeping sensation of being watched, prickling the back of my neck like an unspoken warning. I froze, my body stiffening as my senses heightened. Slowly, I glanced up, my heart hammering against my rib
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Lianna: The long oak table was adorned with delicacies that could tempt even the most stoic appetite. I toyed with my fork, my thoughts clouded with indecision. Should I tell Edward about Ethan? Every instinct screamed that I should. But then again, why should I? I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I could handle Ethan on my own, couldn’t I? I glanced toward the large arched window, watching the trees sway lazily in the wind. The scent of roasted lamb and spiced wine lingered in the air, mingling with the faint floral aroma of fresh lilies adorning the table. My stomach twisted—not with hunger but with anxiety. When Edward entered, his presence immediately dominated the room. His broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and the way he carried himself with effortless authority always had a way of calming me, even if I wouldn’t admit it aloud. “Welcome back,” I said softly, my lips curling into a smile. Edward raised a brow, clearly surprised when I stepped toward him. Befo
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Lianna: I woke him with a kiss. It was gentle and slow, the kind that lingered on his lips like sunlight brushing the edge of dawn. His skin was warm beneath mine, soft and familiar. He stirred slowly, lashes fluttering like leaves catching the breeze before his eyes opened, that drowsy gray haze still clinging to them. “Is it time?” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with sleep. It was the kind of voice that made it feel like the world was still paused for us. I nodded, fingers brushing back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Yeah. It's time.” He sighed, sitting up reluctantly. I could tell his body felt heavier than usual—grief had a weight all on its own. Still, he moved, slow but sure, like he owed it to himself to keep going. I slid off the bed to help him, but the rug betrayed me. My heel caught on the edge and I pitched forward with a sharp gasp. And just b
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Lianna: The Palace was too quiet. That kind of quiet that sat thick on the skin like humidity before a storm, smothering and heavy, as if the very walls were mourning. The corridors were dimly lit, the sun long gone, and I could hear the distant creak of wooden beams settling overhead, slow and reluctant, like the house itself didn’t want to exist in this version of our reality. Edward hadn’t said a word in hours. He lay curled on his side, one arm slung carelessly over the edge of the bed, his knuckles pale against the white linen. His lashes fluttered occasionally like he was trapped somewhere between sleep and waking. Sometimes he’d blink open his eyes and just stare blankly at the ceiling, unmoving, unblinking, lost in a place I couldn’t reach. I sat behind him, cross-legged, one hand tracing slow circles along his back. His shirt had ridden up, exposing the bare slope of his waist. The skin there was cool, soft beneath my fingertips, marred only by the faint scar
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Lianna: The morning light was shy, barely bleeding through the velvet curtains when I cracked my eyes open. I didn’t need a clock to know what day it was. My chest already felt like it was caving in. The air hung heavy, saturated with that stale chill that often preceded sorrow. A mourning fog rolled outside our window like some prophetic omen, brushing ghostlike tendrils across the glass. Edward hadn’t moved beside me. His breath rose and fell in shallow waves, his hand still loosely curled around mine like he feared I’d disappear in my sleep. I shifted slowly, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. We were going to banish his brother. I sat up and pulled the duvet around me, the fabric swishing softly against my bare skin. My toes hit the floor with a shiver, the marble tiles beneath me as merciless as the decisions we had to make today. My robe hung at the edge of the armchair, still draped from the night before. I sl
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Freya: The night felt too loud for how quiet it was. Crickets whined in the grass like tiny, angry violins, and the wind kept slipping through the cracked wooden shutters, brushing cool air against my bare arms like an unwelcome ghost. I was lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers I’d been chasing in circles. My bed creaked with the slightest shift, the old mattress groaning beneath the weight of my body. I shouldn't have come back here. I shouldn’t have returned to this house. I shouldn’t have ever listened to her. My chest ached. That tight, slow burn of regret that started somewhere beneath my ribs and dragged itself up to my throat like it had claws. I reached up and rubbed the heel of my palm against my eyes, trying to stop the tears that had already found their way to my pillow. My face was warm, wet. I could taste salt. My breath shuddered on the exhale. “I didn’t want this,” I whispered into the room, voice barely audible over
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Edward: The eggs Tarantino made were, as he warned me, an absolute disaster. But the bread was warm, and it was good enough to make me forget about the burnt rubber taste of the eggs. We ate in silence, only the scraping of silverware and the occasional sip of coffee filling the air. My mind wasn’t exactly on the food anyway; it was stuck on the conversation we’d had earlier. Tarantino was right, of course. Everything happens for a reason. I could hear the words repeating in my head, like a stubborn echo bouncing off the walls. But as much as I wanted to believe him, that sentiment did nothing to ease the weight in my chest. Nothing could change the fact that I was sending my brother into exile, to a life without the Pack, without me, without any of the privileges that came with being a royal. But I couldn’t just let the sorrow flood over me, not in front of Tarantino. Not in front of the only person who still seemed to see me for more than just my title. So I swallowe
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Edward: The drive was long, and Harvey wouldn’t stop humming that off-key tune under his breath like he was trying to win some invisible award for irritation. I didn’t say anything because well, silence stretching between us felt safer than opening my mouth and letting all the tangled thoughts spill out. My jaw ached from clenching it too tight. My nails had dug half-moons into my palm by the time we pulled into the small, quiet Pack territory that felt like the world had forgotten it. “I remember this place being a dusty excuse of a town,” I muttered, eyes flicking over the paved roads and fresh buildings. “Now look at it. They have actual sidewalks. I should’ve sent Ethan here for humility training.” Harvey chuckled but didn’t comment. Smart choice. It’d been years since I last came here. I was just a boy, clinging to my father’s hand while he laughed and pointed at the bakery with the awful scones and the house with the broken weather vane that somehow never got
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Lianna: The palace had never been this quiet. Not even during the former Alpha's father’s funeral, when the halls were draped in black silk and everyone spoke in whispers like mourning had a volume limit. No. This silence was different. It hung in the air like a mist, curling around the columns, sliding under doors, seeping into my skin like cold. I sat on the balcony, elbows on the marble balustrade, chin resting against the back of my hand. My eyes drifted somewhere beyond the courtyard, past the rustling hedges and the guards stationed like statues, to a place I couldn’t name. The sky was pale and slow today, the clouds dragging their feet like even they couldn’t be bothered to hurry. A soft breeze combed through my hair, lifting strands across my face, and I didn’t bother to tuck them behind my ear. Ingrid was beside me, her legs propped up on the ornate table, scrolling through her phone like it held the cure to this numbness
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Ethan: The moment Edward’s footsteps faded from the dungeon, I felt my chest constrict. I was alone. And not in the usual way where I sought solitude; this time, I felt like I was suffocating. I collapsed to my knees, the cold, damp floor seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My tears came in torrents, hot and bitter, an unforgiving reminder of everything I had lost, everything I had thrown away. There was no one left to blame but myself. I didn’t even care how pathetic I looked at this moment. All I wanted was the sting of reality to fade, even if only for a second so I could catch a sense of monetary relief. The memories of my life before all this pain before Freya, before Lianna, before the twisted path I had walked flashed through my mind like a parade of ghosts. I remembered how everything had been so simple back then. It was supposed to be me and Lianna, always. We had a bond, a bond that nothing could break, or so
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Edward: The echo of my boots against the marble hallway was all I could hear as I stepped out of the study, my hand still clenched from how tightly I’d been gripping the edge of the desk moments ago. My jaw ached from how tightly I was clenching it, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not now. I told myself I wasn’t going to interfere. I promised Lianna I wouldn’t. But promises made in the eye of a storm rarely stand when the wind changes. And gods, it changed. The moment the elders started screaming over each other like a pack of senile hounds, all clamoring for blood, I had to shut them up. I didn’t even remember raising my voice until the silence hit. Until they all turned to me, and I, like a damn fool, spoke the decree. Now my baby brother would be banished to the Drekavac Hollow, and somehow, my voice had sealed it. The air grew colder the deeper I went, but I barely noticed. My fingers brushed the stone walls out of
