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Chapter 59

The rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the keyboard was the only sound in my office nook. Working had always been my happy place, a way to assert my independence and carve out a piece of the world that was mine alone. But as the days passed, my focus began to waver, the familiar throb of heat spikes heralding the approach of my heat.…

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Chapter 58

As I emerged from the nest, the sounds of morning rituals beckoned me. In the kitchen, Harlen stood by the stove, the kettle whistling softly as he prepared my favorite tea—green tea and mint, just the way I liked it. I watched him for a moment, his movements precise and deliberate. “Morning, darling,” he greeted, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver…

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Chapter 57

The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched languidly, feeling the comforting presence of my alphas all around me. Jin was already up, his side of the bed cool to the touch, a sure sign he’d been awake for a while. The sound of hushed voices drifted in from the other room. I…

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Chapter 56

My pulse pounded in my ears, a frantic rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my own heart as I hid in my nest. The soft fabrics and plush cushions should have been a comfort, but all I could focus on was the deafening chaos that was going on downstairs. I heard the commotion first—raised voices, the sharp crack of gunfire, and then the…

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Chapter 55

I couldn’t believe Pietro had arranged for an entire nesting boutique to be closed just for me. The gesture was so thoughtful, so extravagant, that it left me feeling both giddy and slightly overwhelmed. The shop was a treasure trove of textures and colors, each item more inviting than the last. As I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailed over the luxurious fabrics,…

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Chapter 54

The whisper of the city outside the penthouse window gradually gave way to the hum of suburbia as Pietro navigated the sleek black car through the streets of Scarsdale, New York. He had been tight-lipped about our destination, only saying it was time for us to find a more permanent sanctuary. As we pulled into the driveway of a secluded estate, I couldn’t help…

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Chapter 53

I woke up surrounded by warmth, the soft hum of the city below drifting through the open window. Axel’s steady breathing was a comforting rhythm against my back, his arm draped protectively over my waist. Jin was already up, the clinking of pans and the aroma of brewing coffee wafting from the kitchen. I smiled, stretching languidly, feeling cherished and safe in our penthouse…

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Chapter 52

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, a familiar friend that accompanied me into the fray of battle. The night air was sharp with the scent of impending carnage, and I inhaled deeply, my senses heightened and my instincts razor-sharp. Pietro, Torch, and Axel were a formidable sight beside me, their faces set in grim determination as we led the joint force…

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Chapter 51

We rode out under the cloak of darkness, the rumble of our engines echoing off the city’s concrete walls like the growl of an approaching storm. Pietro and Torch led the charge, their bikes cutting through the night with a sense of purpose that was almost palpable. I rode alongside them, my hand never straying far from the grip of my gun. Harlen was…

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Epilogue + NSFW Art

I stared at my laptop screen, the cursor blinked mockingly at me. The words were there, swimming in my head, but they refused to spill onto the page. This torture scene was pivotal, the moment where the reader truly understood the depths of my antagonist’s depravity. But it felt all wrong. I’d scoured books and the depths of the internet for authenticity, but nothing…

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