Natalie POVThe silence that followed Henry’s departure was thick, heavy, and suffocating. My chest heaved as the adrenaline slowly drained from my system, leaving behind a cold, hollow terror.I sat on the floor, my fingers clutching the edge of the mattress so tightly my knuckles turned white. The sting in my sliced palm—the wound from the wedding ritual—pulsed with a dull, throbbing heat. Near the bed, the golden mask Henry had ripped from Richard's face lay discarded on the cold marble floor, catching the dim moonlight.“He is coming back, Natalie,” Selene, my wolf, whispered from the shadows of my mind. Her voice was cracked and weak, still reeling from Darren’s brutal rejection, but fear sharpened her edges. “Henry will come back for the pack... and for us.”"I know," I choked out, a fresh wave of tears scalding my cheeks.I looked up at the man lying motionless on the bed. Even in a coma, Alpha Richard Harrison looked devastatingly handsome. His sharp jawline, full lips, and th
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