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    92 Chapter 92


    Valerie’s POV 1


    The acrid smoke from Voss’s cigarette mixed with the stench of unwashed bodies and stale beer that


    permanently permeated the rogue camp. I stretchednguidly against his massive chest, my naked skin still


    gleaming with sweat from ourtest encounter. Around us, the ramshackle throne room-if you could call


    this collection of stolen furniture and animal pelts a throne room-buzzed with the usual evening


    debauchery.


    “Again,” Voss growled, his massive hands gripping my hips as he pulled me down harder onto hisp. His voice


    was rough with barely contained lust, the same tone that had made a dozen rogue soldiers beg for their turn


    with me earlier.


    I threw my head back, golden hair cascading over my shoulders as I moved against him with practiced


    expertise. The power I wielded here was intoxicating-not just over Voss, but over every male in this


    godforsaken camp. They fought each other for the privilege of warming my bed, and I used every single one


    of them to forget the humiliation the former pack had put me through.


    “Mydy is insatiable tonight,” one of Voss’s lieutenants, called out from across the room where he lounged


    with Anna. She was draped across hisp like a cat, her bleached hair wild and her lipstick smeared.


    “Can you me me?” I purred, trailing my nails down Voss’s scarred chest. “When I have such… capable


    warriors to choose from.”


    The room erupted in appreciative growls and crudeughter. These animals were so easy to manipte, so


    desperate for female attention that they’d do anything I asked. It was almost too simple.


    But my moment of satisfaction was shattered by the sound of running footsteps outside. The heavy wooden


    door to our makeshift throne room burst open with enough force to rattle the entire structure, and a lone


    figure stumbled inside.


    The messenger was barely recognizable as one of our own. His clothes were torn and ckened, his face streaked with soot and blood. One arm hung uselessly at his side, and he could barely stay upright as he


    staggered toward us.


    “Voss!” he gasped, falling to his knees before the makeshift throne. “Sir, I… the mission…”


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    But even as the words left my mouth, a terrible understanding began to dawn.


    “Tell me everything,” I demanded, grabbing the messenger by his uninjured arm. “Every detail about how they


    knew, how they prepared, everything!”


    He winced but didn’t pull away. “The timing was too perfect, mydy. They didn’t just happen to have


    explosives in the right ces-they were ced specifically to target our retreat routes.”


    “Who?” Voss’s voice was barely above a growl, but it carried enough menace to make every person in the


    room flinch.


    “That’s the thing,” the messenger said, his eyes darting nervously between Voss and me. “The other rogues,


    the ones who’d been monitoring theirmunications… they’ve been hearing talk about a new Luna.


    Someone with special abilities, someone who’s been healing their wounded and giving strategic advice.”


    The world seemed to tilt sideways. Luna. New Luna. Someone with healing abilities and strategic intelligence.


    “Describe her,” I whispered, though part of me already knew the answer.


    “Dark hair, green eyes. Used to be an omega, but somehow became an alpha. They say she can heal mortal


    wounds with just her touch, and that she’s the one who came up with the n to trap our forces.”


    A sound escaped my throat that was part scream, part animal howl. Everything I had worked for, everything I


    had sacrificed, and that pathetic little omega had not only stolen my ce beside Damien but had actively


    orchestrated the destruction of my new life.


    “SERAPHINA!” I shrieked, the name tearing from my throat like a curse. “That fucking bitch! How is this


    possible? She was nothing! A nobody! A worthless omega who should be dead!”


    Anna sat up straighter, her face pale with sudden understanding. “Val, if she’s really be Luna…”


    “She hasn’t be anything!” I snarled, spinning to face her. “She’s a fraud, a pretender who’s somehow fooled everyone into believing she’s special. But I know the truth. I know what she really is.”


    Voss was watching me with calcting eyes, his earlier rage giving way to the cold intelligence that made


    him a formidable enemy. “You know this woman.”


    “She’s my stepsister,” I spat, not caring anymore about maintaining the fiction that had helped me gain eptance here. “The omega brat my parents took in out of pity. She ruined my engagement, stole my


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    rightful ce, and now she’s destroyed my chance at revenge.”


    “Then we kill her,” Voss said simply, as if discussing the weather.


    Yes, he’s right. Kill, I’ll kill her!


    I leaned into his touch, but my eyes remained fixed on the messenger who had brought us this devastating


    news. Soon, very soon, Seraphina Knight would learn what happened to omega bitches who forgot their


    ce in the world.


    She’d stolen everything from me, but I was going to take something from her that she could never get back.


    Her son. Her mate. Her life.


    All of it.


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