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The moment Lucien\u2019s voice fell, the front doors of the manor burst open with a loud bang. Theo Hale strode in, rainwater still clinging to the hem of his coat, a thick file clutched tightly in his hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes swept urgently across the grand entry hall, scanning for Riley like a wolf who\u2019d caught\u00a0<\/p>\n
her scent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Riley?\u201d he demanded, his voice sharp with adrenaline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia, who had just been arranging a vase on the entry table, blinked at him in surprise. \u201cDoctor Theo, the young miss is still resting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needs to wake up-now,\u201d Theo said, stepping forward, his tone urgent. \u201cIt\u2019s important. I need to speak with her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia hesitated, her eyes flickering toward Lucien as if seeking guidance. Though she was not a servant of the house, even she knew when a command could not override the Alpha\u2019s will.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s gaze locked onto Theo with the chilling stillness of a predator. His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the authority that laced every syllable. \u201cIf this is about the Ebonclaw Pack\u2019s fall, you can leave. I\u2019ll handle it myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Theo stiffened. That tone-so superior, so unyielding-always set his teeth on edge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d grown up surrounded by powerful people, but none exuded this particular kind of dangerous calm. Wealth, strength, command-Lucien Duskgrave had it all. And Theo hated how insignificant the man made everyone else seem in comparison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, Theo lifted his chin in defiance. \u201cYou were the one who took down the Ebonclaw Pack, weren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, after a beat, he added pointedly, \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid Riley will hate you for it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The entire room stilled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien, Duke, Mia, even Mrs. Beck all turned toward Theo with unreadable expressions. Their silence was heavier than the rain still dripping from his coat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A flicker of doubt crossed Theo\u2019s mind. Maybe Riley didn\u2019t hate Lucien for what he did. Maybe she\u2026 understood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He swallowed hard and forced his voice to steady. \u201cI\u2019m not here to argue. I\u2019m here because I\u00a0<\/p>\n
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found something. About her missing kidney.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Lucien\u2019s eyes, cold as steel, sharpened into lethal focus. A storm began to churn behind them-a threat far greater than the one outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even Duke, who\u2019d been halfway to falling asleep upright, jolted fully awake, spine straight as a lance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mrs. Beck gasped, while Mia covered her mouth with both hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the stairwell above, Matriarch Duskgrave-who had just begun her descent for breakfast- stopped mid-step. Her hand trembled slightly on her cane.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s voice cut through the tension like a blade. \u201cMia. Wake her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But before she could move, a quiet sound from the stairs interrupted them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley stood on the landing, her expression pale, her eyes wide and glassy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her hearing hadn\u2019t returned yet, but she saw Theo\u2019s mouth and knew everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words \u201cmissing kidney\u201d echoed like a curse through her mind. That wound-deep and brutal-was one she had buried, but never healed from. A part of her had always wondered what had happened, who had done it, and why.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, finally, she might have an answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She descended slowly, her steps heavy with disbelief, her entire body drawn tight like a bowstring. When she reached the bottom, she didn\u2019t speak. She simply walked straight up to Theo and grabbed his arms with both hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her nails dug into his flesh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me,\u201d she whispered, her voice cracking with urgency. \u201cTell me the truth, Theo. Is it real? Do you know where it went? Who took it? Who has it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words came out in a desperate rush, eyes burning with the fire of a year\u2019s worth of torment and unanswered questions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Theo winced at the pressure of her grip, but he didn\u2019t pull away. \u201cRiley, calm down. I\u2019ll tell you everything, I swear. But you have to take a breath-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t tell me to calm down!\u201d she snapped, though her voice trembled more from pain than\u00a0<\/p>\n
anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Yet, when her eyes locked with his-when she saw the concern there-she forced herself to inhale. To hold herself together. She couldn\u2019t break down. Not now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not when the truth was finally within reach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Theo looked down at her, his chest tight. Goddess, what had they done to this girl? Even standing there, broken and trembling, she had the strength of a warrior. But that didn\u2019t make the injustice any less monstrous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then, Lucien spoke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice was softer now. But it held something else, too-something gentler. Protective.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here, bunny.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was the first time he\u2019d ever used a pet name for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The entire room turned toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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