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"This isn’t possible..."
Daisy stood frozen, like someone had pulled her plug. The color drained from her face so fast it was almost shocking, leaving her skin pale and waxy.
Her eyes darted around, wild and restless.
She turned her head slowly toward the two men on the floor, the butler and Dr. Harlan. She stared at them like they had just betrayed her.
But the men didn’t move. They kept their heads down, like even looking at her might be dangerous.
This wasn’t loyalty. It was fear. The kind that lives in your bones.
Beta Sawyer’s voice cut through the air, calm and sharp. "They’re not heroes. They fear you, sure. But they fear dying here and now even more. Anyone would."
He didn’t take his eyes off Daisy, like he was dissecting a failed experiment.
"The butler’s been watched since the night before last," he said quietly. "Every call. Every whisper. Alpha Sebastian knew before anyone else."
Harper stepped in without missing a beat. Her voice was flat and clinical, like she was reading out a failed plan.
"You pushed me. You wanted me away from the crowd. That was your first move."
"You knew Cece would come after me the minute I disappeared. You thought she’d panic and turn on you."
"You hoped Alpha Sebastian would step in, and you could twist that into something else."
"You guessed Cece would run out the second she got that message from ‘me,’ too panicked to think straight."
"You even had Riley ‘get sick’ so Dr. Harlan could slip in. Then the butler would follow your cue."
"You thought the setup was flawless. You thought we were reacting. But we were watching."
"We made space on purpose," Harper said. "You wouldn’t have gotten me to ‘leave’ otherwise. And as for trying to split Cece and Alpha Sebastian ?"
She laughed once, short and dry. "One’s solid ice, the other’s all instinct. You could throw a grenade between them and they’d still close ranks."
Daisy’s lips trembled. She shook her head, fast, like she could rewind the last ten minutes.
The truth was landing in pieces, and each one hit harder than the last.
She hadn’t been the puppeteer. She’d been dancing on strings.
Cecilia’s voice cut through the silence. Cold. Controlled.
"Did Riley actually get sick on her own ?"
Her gaze didn’t waver. She already knew the answer.
The question hung in the air, sharp and damning.
"Kids don’t get sick on command. You couldn’t have made Riley fake it.
But as her mother, all you had to do was hold off on treatment just long enough for her to crash. High fever. No meds. Just enough time for her brain to swell. Maybe meningitis. Maybe worse."
Cecilia’s voice dropped, steady and cutting. "You used your own daughter as bait. What kind of person does that ?"
Daisy started to tremble. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
Silence, in that moment, said more than any excuse ever could.
If this had been a misunderstanding, any real mother would’ve protested. Loudly. Instinctively.
But Daisy stood there, mute.
The weight in the room dropped like a stone.
This wasn’t just cold. This was calculated. Ruthless. Inhuman.
Then Alpha Sebastian’s voice sliced through the tension, smooth and glacial.
"Did you really think I didn’t know you were working with Maggie Locke ?"
His steel-gray eyes gleamed in the low light, sharp and watchful.
"My coming back to this house wasn’t some coincidence. Maggie planned it, and she did it for you. Thought I wouldn’t notice.
But she’s smarter than that. She never makes a move without backup. Not during something this sensitive."
He took one step closer, his voice dropping.
"So this part wasn’t her. That was you. Wasn’t it ?"
Daisy’s body locked up. Her breathing turned ragged.
The words landed like cold steel. Not loud. Just lethal.
"I had no choice..." she whispered. "She forced me. If I didn’t go along, I’d be dead."
Alpha Sebastian didn’t blink.
"Your brother’s under indictment for drug trafficking. Your father lost everything in Vegas. He embezzled company funds to pay for it."


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