Chapter 365\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
My body was trembling uncontrollably now, the drug coursing through my veins like wildfire. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, dripping down my temples.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue, forcing a jolt of pain to keep myself grounded, then yanked my arm free from Scarlett with all the strength I had left. I didn\u2019t expect the force of it-she stumbled backward and crashed into a side table, knocking over glasses of wine and delicate pastries. The sound shattered the hum of conversation around us, and heads turned instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gasps erupted from the guests, but I didn\u2019t care.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Limping, staggering. I fled toward the exit, tuning out the furious voices of Alpha Alaric and Luna Zara as they barked my name behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t stop. I had to get out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Somewhere in my blurred vision, I caught a flicker of someone watching me. A tall man in a black suit. For a second, his golden eyes narrowed as if something about me felt familiar to him. But he didn\u2019t move. He didn\u2019t remember. Why would he?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pushed past the banquet doors.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every step was a battle. My legs felt like iron weights, and my balance was gone. I crashed into more flower arrangements, vases shattered in my wake, but I didn\u2019t stop. I couldn\u2019t. I needed somewhere dark, quiet- somewhere to ride this out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then suddenly, a figure blocked my path.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley? Did you drink?\u201d Maddox\u2019s voice. Familiar, confused, too close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stepped forward and pressed a hand to my burning forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment his cool fingers touched my skin, something inside me cracked wide open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The drug surged. My body moved on instinct-mindless starving for relief from the unbearable heat. My hands rose, clinging to his shoulders, pulling him closer\u00a0<\/p>\n
My face burned hotter. My vision blurred further. I could barely see his face, but I knew that voice. That scent. Maddox.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His body stiffened under my touch, and I could feel the moment hesitation clawed at him. He should\u2019ve pulled away. But he didn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We were close. Too close. I could smell his cologne-sharp, clean, familiar. I could see the soft down on his cheekbones under the golden light, the way his wolf-dark eyes traced my face like he was trying to remember every line.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand slipped around my waist. I felt the strength int. The security. The betrayal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A thousand memories surged forward. Nights spent wrapped in that same embrace. Warmth. Love. Pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then the knife he\u2019d plunged into my back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
14:36 Tue,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 365\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gasped, blinking away the heat-induced haze, and his ce swam into view-Maddox. The man who\u2019d once held my heart, then shattered it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fury, shame, heartbreak. I shoved him away with everything I had left. My hand struck his cheek with a loud, satisfying crack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStay the hell away from me,\u201d I snapped, my voice raw with loathing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The look on his face was hollow. Ashen. He didn\u2019t speak Couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t give him a chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned and bolted toward the elevator, stumbling, dragging my legs beneath me. I barely made it inside before the doors closed, sealing me off from the chaos.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Leaning against the wall, I panted hard, the fire inside me growing more savage by the second. I was losing the fight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time I reached the lobby, I could hardly hear anything. The sounds of the hotel were muffled, distant, like I was underwater.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stumbled out the doors.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The night air didn\u2019t help. The world spun violently, and the lights blurred into ghostly streaks. My knees gave out. I fell forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And crashed into something hard. Solid. Warm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The impact bounced me back, but before I hit the ground, I reached out and grabbed the collar of the man in front of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He fell with me, pulled down by my weight, and we landed in a tangled heap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked, dazed-and looked up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Straight into a pair of cold, piercing eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silver-flecked. Sharp. Regal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath caught.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was the tall man I\u2019d seen earlier-the one who\u2019d watched me as I stumbled out of the banquet hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And the same man I once begged for a cigarette outside the hospital, when my world was falling apart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to call out to Nyra. My wolf. My anchor. My last defense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Please, I pleaded inwardly, wake up-help me-\u00a0<\/p>\n
But there was nothing. No answering growl. No protective surge of instinct.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bond between us felt muted, like someone had thrown a thick, suffocating blanket over it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
14:36 Tue, Dec 30 GGG.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 365\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Panic twisted in my gut. Nyra had never ignored me bere. Even in the darkest moments, she was always there-snarling, pacing, clawing to protect me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now? She was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The realization hit me like ice: Scarlett hadn\u2019t just drugged me. She\u2019d used a witch\u2019s brew-something, brewed to suppress the wolf inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My blood wasn\u2019t just boiling from heat and humiliation it was cursed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And without Nyra\u2026 I was defenseless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And falling deeper into the fire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Send Gifts\u00a0<\/p>\n
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