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    Freya cupped Ss’s face between her hands, her voice steady yet carrying a softness that wrapped around the Alpha’s restless spirit.


    “Don’t worry. You’ll never be like your father. And I am not your mother. I would never take my own life.”


    For a heartbeat, Ss froze. His obsidian eyes locked on her, wide and disbelieving, until atst the hard line of his mouth broke, curving faintly upward.


    “You’re right,” he murmured hoarsely. “You’re nothing like her. You’re stronger. You burn with life, Freya- fire that no storm can snuff out.”


    There was truth in that. Even when she had been cornered by betrayal, hunted in shadows, Freya Thorne had wed her way back. She was born of Bloodmoon steel and Stormveil resilience<b>; </b>submission was not written in her blood. She would never choose silence in death over defiance in life.


    Ss tightened his hold around her, voice rough, almost pleading.


    “My mother despised my father. She hated everything about him. But you–you like me. You’ll love me, won’t you?” His tone cracked with vulnerability, as if he begged for a vow strong enough to shatter his deepest fear.


    Freya’s amber wolf–eyes softened. “Yes. I like you. And I will love you. I already am<b>, </b>perhaps more than I realize.”


    The Irond Alpha pulled her into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breath fanned against her pulse, inhaling the scent of wild pine and storm that clung to her skin. Her presence soothed him in ways words never could. She had the power to send his heart into turmoil, and just as easily to quiet the storm.


    And he he was bing incapable of surviving without her.


    The next day, Aurora stepped into the towering ss halls of Bluemoon Wing, her posture straight, jaw lifted, trying to summon the pride that once carried her through ranks of pilots. She hade to plead her case before the executives–to convince them not to discard her after years of service.


    But the faces that once greeted her with courtesy and admiration now turned away as if she were diseased. Their wolf auras were cold, some <b>even </b>disdainful. One elder wolf, a senior officer, met her squarely with hard eyes.


    “You should be grateful, Aurora. Being dismissed is mercy. Do you have any idea how much your recklessness has cost Bluemoon Wing’s reputation?<b>” </b>


    Aurora’s hands clenched. “Reckless? I didn’t refuse to save anyone. I only prioritized my own survival when the aircraft was failing. What crime is that?”


    <b>The </b>officer sneered, his fangy glinting faintly under the fluorescent lights. “If, when danger strikes, a pilot <b>values </b>her own hide above her passengers, what woll would entrust their life to you? And don’t <b>tter </b><b>yourself</b>. Had it not been for the ‘Fire–Rescue Heroine‘ medal you received five years <b>ago</b>, do you think


    your skill alone would have carried you so quickly into the role of co–pilot?”


    The words mmed into her like ws. Aurora staggered back, eyes wide.


    “What did you just say?”


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    “You heard me. Your flying is average. Your leadership? Mediocre. Wing pushed you forward because you were a propaganda darling. Now? That image is shattered. We have no reason to keep you.”


    Humiliation scorched her face. She had always believed she was destined to be Wing’s first female captain, the prodigy who rose above the ss ceiling. She wore her uniform with pride, her every flight logged with devotion. Yet here, in their eyes, she was nothing more than a symbol that had outlived its usefulness.


    When she stepped out of the office, the whispers began. Wolves she once called colleagues nced at her with sneers, their voices dripping venom as they gossiped. Mockery followed her down the hall like a scarlet brand.


    Her nails bit into her palms. Rage burned where pride had been wounded. One day, she swore, they would choke on their contempt. One day, they would bow their heads in awe.


    Then her WolfComm buzzed in her pocket. A name shed across the screen, and her heart skipped. Her face paled, then darkened. She answered.


    Meanwhile, in a quiet cafée, Lana leaned across the table toward Kade, her voice edged with irritation.


    “That night–you were drunk. Why did you let your unclee to fetch you?”


    Kade arched a brow, loungingzily in his chair, his aura stretching with thezy dominance of a predator who knew no one here dared challenge him.–


    “Why not? He had the time. He came.”


    “You know perfectly well what history he and I had. And you let him pick you up? Did it never ur to you how awkward that would make things for me?”


    “I assumed your hide was thick enough not to care.” His smirk was sharp, unapologetic.


    Lana’s eyes rolled so hard they nearly vanished into her skull. “Unbelievable. Tell me–did he say anything to you afterward?”


    Kade’s wolfish grin widened. “Should he have?”


    Her lips pressed tight. If not, then good. Better left buried.


    <b>But </b>then, from the corner of her eye, Lana caught sight of something across the street. She stiffened. There, slinking half–hidden beneath a hood, was Aurora. And she wasn’t alone. A man walked beside her, <b>his </b>hand brushing hers as they slipped discreetly into a run–down lodge.


    Lana’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Aurora’s furtive behavior screamed of guilt. The man’s scent was unfamiliar. Why was the Bluemoon Beta’s daughter speaking into a roadside den with another wolf?


    Her lips curled. Interesting. Very interesting.


    Without a word, she grabbed Kade’s wrist and pulled him up.


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    “Come with me.”


    <b>“</b>Where?” Kade growled, annoyed at being yanked around like a pup.


    “To that inn.”


    The young Alpha found himself, for the first time, skulking like a rogue as Lana dragged him across the street. His jaw clenched. He had walked The Capital’s streets unchallenged, never once lowering his pride. Yet here he was, sneaking like a thief.


    “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed.


    “Quiet,” Lana snapped. “Keep your voice down. Don’t draw attention.”


    Kade nearly barked augh. Did she really think two powerful wolves skulking in broad daylight was less suspicious than simply walking in? He muttered under his breath, but followed anyway. Because now, curiosity burned even in him.


    What game was Aurora ying? And who was the man at her side?


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