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As someone who had served the Ebonclaw Pack for over a decade, Mia could instantly tell-the man standing before her wasn\u2019t just wealthy. He came from power, old and dangerous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was an effortless dominance in the way he stood, his cold eyes scanning Riley\u2019s blood-soaked figure. An Alpha through and through. And to Mia, right now, He looked like a lifeline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The doctor was growing impatient. \u201cThe patient\u2019s condition is critical. If we delay surgery any longer, she may not survive. Where\u2019s the family? We need someone to sign!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien Duskgrave\u2019s brow furrowed slightly. His eyes flicked to the blood-red peony embroidered on his suit-an unfinished symbol from a half-completed tapestry called Heaven\u2019s Fragrance. For reasons he couldn\u2019t explain, that detail pulled his thoughts toward Riley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll sign,\u201d Lucien said calmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The doctor paused, studying him. Tall. Impeccably dressed. A chilling grace clinging to every movement. His presence didn\u2019t belong in this sterile, fluorescent-lit hospital corridor-it demanded attention, reverence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are\u2026?\u201d the doctor asked cautiously.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That gave Lucien pause. What was he to her? A stranger who\u2019d seen her twice?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he could answer, Mia cut in without hesitation, \u201cHe\u2019s my Miss\u2019s fianc\u00e9.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s gaze lingered on Mia for a long second. She looked terrified, desperate, but honest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t correct her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, he stepped forward and signed his name in a smooth, confident hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The doctor rushed into the operating room, and Mia tuned to Lucien with tear-brimmed eyes. \u201cThank you, sir. Truly, thank you. Without you, she would\u2019ve been lost.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien said nothing. He took a seat on the bench, long legs crossed, expression unreadable as ever.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The hours dragged on. Morning light crept into the sky pale and indifferent. The doors to the OR remained closed. Lucien hadn\u2019t moved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then-his phone rang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He opened his eyes slowly, no trace of exhaustion on his aristocratic face. Even in this setting, he exuded an aura of cold-blooded composure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The caller ID read: Grandmother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandmother,\u201d he answered curtly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLucien, my boy!\u201d The elderly voice on the other end was delighted. \u201cSo you finally found yourself a mate and didn\u2019t even tell your grandmother?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Lucien\u2019s brow lifted. He had no idea what she was talking about. Probably another one of her tricks to corner him into settling down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you need something?\u201d he asked dryly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t a grandmother call her grandson for no reason?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m at the hospital,\u201d he said, tone cooling further. \u201cIf there\u2019s nothing urgent-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital?\u201d She gasped. \u201cIs it your mate? Is she hurt? I\u2019m coming right away. You tell me where you are, darling.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll call you later.\u201d He hung up before she could respond\u00a0<\/p>\n
Northhaven Duskgrave Manor\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matriarch Duskgrave sat back in her velvet armchair, frowning at the disconnected line. Her white hair was swept up into an elegant knot, and her sharp eyes held far too much energy for someone her age.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis stubborn boy,\u201d she muttered. \u201cAlways so cold. Not drop of warmth like his grandfather.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She glanced at Mrs. Beck, her longtime housekeeper. \u201cPeople keep saying he\u2019s a womanizer, but I\u2019d be relieved if he were. Then at least I\u2019d know he likes women.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mrs. Beck chuckled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAt his age, most Alphas already have pups crawling around. He doesn\u2019t even date! For a time, I wondered if he swung the other way!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mrs. Beck laughed politely, though she\u2019d heard this speech a hundred times.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to know how I found out he has a mate?\u201d the matriarch asked slyly. She opened her phone and showed Mrs. Beck a message thread with Lucien\u2019s assistant, Duke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A photo filled the screen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley, pinned against the hood of Lucien\u2019s black Rolls-Royce. The streetlamps cast golden halos around their bodies. Her hands fisted in his collar. The pose\u2026 was intimate. Telling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The matriarch practically squealed with joy. \u201cThat\u2019s our future granddaughter-in-law!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mrs. Beck leaned in. \u201cShe\u2019s very pretty. A bit thin, though.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d the matriarch nodded. \u201cWe\u2019ll fix that. Start packing I want to go to the coast the moment the rain\u00a0<\/p>\n
stops.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not safe to travel today,\u201d Mrs. Beck warned gently. \u201cThe forecast says heavy storms all week in Mooncrest. It wouldn\u2019t be proper to meet your future granddaughter-in-law soaked to the bone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The matriarch relented, sighing. \u201cAlright. But we\u2019ll leave the moment the skies clear. This girl is too precious to let slip away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd bring all the tonic herbs-ginseng, deer antler, spiri root. We\u2019ll rebuild her strength before winter. This year, we nourish her. Next year, she gives us pups!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Her joy was boundless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Mrs. Beck smiled indulgently. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time since you were this happy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cOf course I\u2019m happy!\u201d the old woman beamed. \u201cThat boy of mine was about to become a monk. Now, maybe I\u2019ll get great-grandchildren before I die.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clasped her hands together, laughing like a young girl in spring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mooncrest \u2013 Ebonclaw Estate\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back at the Pack mansion, Luna Zara had finally remembered her eldest daughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a night of calm, guilt gnawed at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She recalled Riley collapsing, blood gushing from the back of her head, and her heart twisted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is that girl so stubborn?\u201d she sighed. \u201cScarlett\u2019s so gentle and sweet. Why can\u2019t Riley just accept her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wandered downstairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bloodstained carpet had already been replaced. Everything looked spotless, as if last night\u2019s chaos had never happened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara hesitated, then walked to the old storage room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley was thrown out last night-by now, she should be back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara knocked lightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley?\u201d she called. \u201cAre you awake?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She opened the door. It creaked open-unlocked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was empty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her stomach dropped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Heart racing, Zara lifted her skirts, and ran upstairs. She shoved open the door of the room they\u2019d redecorated for Riley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bed was untouched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Perfectly made.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No scent of her daughter. No warmth. No sign she\u2019d eve returned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara stood frozen in the doorway, the silence louder than thunder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Her mind flashed back to Riley\u2019s pale face, soaked in blood, eyes fluttering shut as she collapsed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A cold dread began to bloom in her chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And for the first time in years, Luna Zara felt fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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