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Chapter 52|| Elinda's POV ||The ship was late that night, the familiar shape of the island emerging from the darkness. A wave of exhaustion swept over me, but it was at once overwhelmed by the burning anger that had been simmering in my chest ever since Alexis told me to give up modeling."Strict orders, Elinda," he'd said, his voice absolute, leaving no room for discussion. "No more modeling. Ever."I stormed into my room and closed the door behind me, locking it. Who was he to interfere with my life? I paced across the room, my head reeling with anger and helplessness. I had wasted too much of my life under others' command. By the foster system, by the Royal Family, and now by Alexis. I was not a puppet to be controlled by him at his whim.My phone rang on the nightstand, snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it up and recognized a familiar name on the screen—Anna. My heart tightened. I hadn't spoken to her in so long."Elinda?" Anna's voice was gentle but urgent. "You need to

Chapter 54|| ALEXIS'S POV ||I said nothing to Elinda. Not where I was going, not why I'd left early this morning, and of course not about the hole that had been in my stomach ever since the call. The moment Alpha Killian made the suggestion that something was not entirely normal with her foster father's death, I knew I needed to witness it myself.Ireland was colder than I remembered. Not in weather, but in mood. The skies were clouded, and the wind moaned as if lamenting something painful. When I came to the house—Elinda's childhood home—I halted at the gate, my boots crunching over pebbles. It looked normal at first glance, too normal. That alone was unnerving.Killian met me at the porch. He had already secured the place, making sure the rest of the pack members remaining in Ireland wouldn't interfere with us. I nodded in gratitude and went in.I breathed deeply. The air would have been filled with smells—blood, fear, anger, something. But nothing. Nothing at all."This doesn't m

Chapter 56|| ALEXIS'S POV ||The evening air in the distant woods was thick with quiet, broken only by the whispering trees looming above me.I had not been here in years. The woods were alive with memories—some precious, some haunted.The elders waited. My only remaining blood relatives—my grandfather and his three uncles—were fierce werewolves, men who had seen centuries and the collapse of empires. Their home, built of old stone and wood, was secreted in a clearing like a forgotten secret only time remembered.After loosing my family, they were the only family that I had left. Honestly, I hated this meeting because they seemed to put all hopes on me. I felt like a burden sometimes.The scent of seared meat and herbs drifted into my nose long before I stepped inside. Even if this was a serious meeting, the elders still had their ways. Supper first. Question later. I could feel that something was going on their minds. The worse part was that I couldn't hear their thoughts like others

Chapter 58|| ELINDA'S POV ||The night air was thick with secrets and salt, whispers from the disturbed sea that surrounded the island. I was near the edge of the cliff, my eyes taking in movement below.I couldn't fall asleep with Liam's shadow following me always. One hand, I felt guilty for attracting Liam to me. Perhaps I should have just stayed home like other royal girls. I shouldn't have wanted a life like a pride woman. Moonlight spilled over the scene, creating shadows of wolves—wild ones. At least a dozen of them, their fur matted, their eyes dulled with fear and confusion. They weren't wild. No. They were caged.My heart ached at the sight.What were they doing here?This was no good place for them. The fencing was thick with iron and rune carvings, designed to suppress attack and magic. These were not visitors. They were prisoners.A bitter taste welled up in my mouth.Alexis had sworn to protect his own kind. But now I wondered if he was any better than the rest. Was th

Chapter 60|| ALEXIS'S POV ||The moment I stepped off the boat, something was off. The salty air that usually soothed me now had a bitter edge—fear. And my wolves, the ones who stood at the gate to welcome me, were not there. No guards. No howls. Silence. Too much silence.We always tamed the wild wolves to strengthen our power. In this Mafia world, people who had more wild wolves, they were regarded more powerful. Only my pack had the power to control wild wolves from our bloodline.Marcus sprinted down the path from the main house, his face pale, his steps hurried. "Alpha, it's bad."My jaw tightened. "Tell me.""They're gone. All of them. The wild wolves… the ones we had caged."Impossible!!!No one had the power to control them. How could they be gone?I didn't believe him—at first. Not because I thought he was lying, but because it should've been impossible. We had set those cages with iron-laced steel and runes from the oldest blood witches. Even a seasoned rogue couldn't get