Karl’s POV
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“Don’t worry, young Alpha,” Mia’s voice came gently through the phone. “I’ve already cleaned and dressed Miss Riley’s
wound.”
“Mm.” My voice came out t.
<b>I </b>hesitated for a second, then added, “Clear out my bedroom. Riley’s not staying in that damn storage room anymore.” There was a pause on the line. Then her voice softened with <b>relief</b>. “Yes, young Alpha. I’ll get started right away. Miss Riley has truly suffered these <b>days</b>….. it’s time she had a proper ce to rest.”
I hung <b>up</b>.
My phone screen stayed <b>dark </b>in my hand for a long time.
<b>She’s </b>
s my sister. My blood. No matter how difficult <b>she’s </b>be, that bond still exists. Still matters.
She’ll understand this, won’t she? She’ll see I’m <b>trying</b>.
Maybe she’ll even smile again. Maybe things will go back to the way they used to be–when she’d bring food to my office. without fail, no matter how tense things got between us.
Even when I snapped at her. Even when I defended Scarlett and hurt Riley in ways I didn’t realize at the time… she still came, lunch in hand, with that quiet little smile <b>that </b>didn’t quite reach her eyes..
Luca would knock <b>and </b>say, “Miss <b>Riley </b>is here.”
I’d pretend not to care, keep typing like nothing happened.
But I always waited for her.
Always.
That memory sat heavy in
chest
now, warm and hollow at the same time.
Maybe tonight<b>, </b>she’ll do it again. Maybe she’ll see I’ve changed.
When the sun went down and the headquarters started to empty, I stayed. Staff filtered out one by one, footsteps fading into silence. I remained in my office, tapping at meaningless reports, checking the time every few minutes.
Any moment now.
Luca came in, knocking lightly. “Alpha Kael, everyone’s headed out. Aren’t you going to dinner?”
I leaned back in my chair. “My sister’s bringing food.”
He grinned. “Must be nice, having a sister who dotes on you, I wouldn’t know.”
I <b>didn’t </b>respond. <b>Just </b>offered azy shrug <b>and </b>a <b>half</b>–<b>smile</b>.
<b>But </b>as the minutes dragged on. then an hour… then two… my smile–faded..
The building started to refill with night shift staff. Still no Riley.
A cold weight began to settle in my gut.
Talled home.
After a few rings, <b>Mia </b>picked up.
“Mia,” I said tightly. “When did Riley leave the house<b>?” </b>
She sounded confused. “She didn’t, <b>young </b>Alpha. <b>Miss </b>Riley has been in her room <b>all </b>day.”
My grip on the phone tightened.
She never left?
She didn’t bring me anything?
That <b>can’t </b>be right.
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She used to love doing that.
Even when I hurt her without realizing–taking Scarlett’s side, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time–she still showed up with food. Like nothing <b>had </b>happened. Like some part of her still believed in me.
And now she didn’t<b>? </b>
That stupid hope I’d been feeding all day suddenly turned bitter in my throat.
It <b>had </b>all been in <b>my </b>head.
A delusion. A fantasy where she forgave me, where things could go back to normal.
She’s not <bing </b>back.
Not to me.
Not like before.
Mia’s voice broke through again, cautious. “Would you like me to fetch her?”
“No, I said quickly. Sharply. “Forget it.”
I ended the <b>call</b>.
A <b>minute </bter, Luca walked back in–damn good timing, as always.
“So?” he said, <b>half</b>ughing. “What did Miss Riley bring you today? Don’t tell me she made you wait again-
I shot him a look that could’ve frozen fire.
His <b>mouth </b>snapped shut.
<b>“</b><b>Alpha </b>Kael, this folder is the info you asked me topile a few days ago on the Eastwood sector. Reliable sources say thatnd will be auctioned off in two weeks.”
I muttered, “<b>Leave </b>it.”
After Luca left, I staredinkly at the desk for a long while before starting to deal with the work at hand.
The new policy nned to develop Eastwood into amercial district. As long as the policy held, securing <b>that </b></divnd would be <b>a </b><b>guaranteed </b>big win.
But we weren’t the only ones eyeing it.
The Stormridge Pack from Northhaven also showed <b>serious </b>interest.
Scarlett was betrothed to Ronan, and a joint development between ckmaw and Ebonw on Eastwood would be a perfect
What I wasn’t sure about was Stormridge’s attitude.
Stormridge was one of the most powerful <b>Packs </b>in the northern capital, with a heritage <b>far </b>exceeding <b>that </b>of Ebonw. If they decided to take Eastwood all for themselves, then Ebonw and the ckmaw would be out of luck.
Work was a
a mess. Family <b>was </b><b>a </b>mess.
I felt like my head was about to explode.
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I stared at the desk.
About the bandage soaked in my sister’s blood.
I’d seen it with my own eyes.
Who the hell did that to her?
Was it Ronan?
That smug bastard from the ckmaw Pack!
My fists curled until <b>my </b><b>knuckles </b>ached.
Riley might’ve messed up. Might’ve made enemies. Might’ve torn this family apart.
But <b>she’s </b>still my sister.
Still Ebonw blood.
And she didn’t deserve to be thrown around like some rogue trash because that bastard lost his precious little Tessa.
I barely made it through <b>the </b>rest of the day.
Midnight came. I didn’t go home.
I drove straight to the Silverfang Den–one of those upscale dens where bored nobles drank away their honor and wolves. forgot who they were for a <b>night</b>.
It was dark inside. Loud music, Low lights. Shadows dancing on leather couches. The air thick with <b>alcohol</b>, perfume, and Pack musk..
I went straight to the bar and dropped onto a stool.
“Something strong,” I said.
The bartender gave me a look, then slid me a ss. I tossed it back without thinking. The burn hit my throat hard. It helped. Barely.
I downed another.
And another.
Riley had <b>changed</b>.
So much.
Too much
She used to look at me like I was her brother. Like I mattered. Like my approval meant something.
Now she barely looked at me at all.
<b>She </b>didn’t even try anymore.
And it pissed me off more than I wanted to admit.
I mmed my <b>ss </b>down and reached for another.
But someone beat me to it.
A pale, long–fingered <b>hand </b>slid across the <b>bar </b><b>and </b>snatched it <b>first</b>.
I turned, pissed off. “The hell-
The guy didn’t respond.
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Just threw the drink back like water.
a
It took my eyes a second to focus under the strobe lights.
<b>And </b>then I saw him<b>. </b>
Ronati
The prince of the ckmaw Pack.
My blood boiled.
“You bastard,” I growled. “You split my sister’s head open. You call yourself a man?”
I swung
He didn’t flinch
Just moved. Effortless. Quick..
My
y punch missed, and I stumbled into the bar like a damn drunk.
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Liquor flew, sses ttered.
I turned again, ready to go for round two–but he <b>caught </b>my wrist and mmed it <b>into </b>the <b>bar</b>, hard enough to rattle my
bones<b>. </b>
“If you want to act like a <b>feral </b><b>mutt</b>,” he said coldly, <b>“</b>go do it on your
ir own t
turf. Not in my <b>den</b>.”
“You think you’re <b>innocent</b><b>?</b>” I spat. “Youid a hand on Riley. <b>That’s </b>a line you don’te back from.”
His eyes narrowed, cold as moonlight.
“I didn’t touch her,” he said. “But even if I did it would be what she owes. To Tessa<b>.</b>”
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