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I didn’t even make it past the front hall before I dropped to my knees. My hands gripped the edge of the staircase railing, and for a long moment, I just let it all out–the confusion, the fear, the anger.
The taste of tears was sharp, and my chest ached as if I’d been holding this weight for instead of just one night.
“Daniel…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t understand…”
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He appeared at the top of the stairs, his frame tense, and I could feel the shift in his energy. His wolf was restless, circling close beneath the surface, warning him of the hurt in the air. But he didn’t move toward me. He just watched, his eyes narrowed, as if he could see right through the mess I had become.
“I can’t…” I tried again, looking up at him, but he shook his head, stepping back. His jaw was tight. “Not now, Amy,” he said quietly. “I need… I need time.”
He was giving me space, yes, but it felt like a wall had risen between us–a wall I couldn’t climb. My chest tightened even more, and I realized I’d been holding my breath all this time.
I forced myself upright and moved to the living room, trying to calm down. My phone buzzed. Bella.
“Hey,” I answered, voice still shaky. “I… I need to talk.”
“I know,” Bella said immediately. Her voice had that calm clarity she always carried. “Walk me through it. Everything you remember.”
I sank onto the couch. “I don’t understand it. I–I felt something, pulling me toward him.” I hesitated, then added, “Not emotionally. Something… different. I don’t know how else to explain it.”
“Different how?” Bella asked, cautious.
“Like… a force,” I admitted, lowering my voice. “I couldn’t resist it. It just… happened. I kissed him.”
There was silence on the line. “Amy…” Bella finally said, “you’re telling me this wasn’t your choice?”
I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “I don’t know. That’s the thing. I can’t remember making decisions. And Daniel…” My throat tightened. “He’s hurting. I can feel him
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I could sense him then, like a faint pulse through our connection. His wolf shifted under the surface, low and tense, and I knew he was listening without responding. Every instinct in me screamed at me to reach for him, to tell him I wasn’t lying. But the moment felt impossible to bridge.
I hung up with Bella, feeling hollow, and tried to sit with my thoughts. Every step I retraced in my mind led me to the same conclusion: that night, something had compelled me beyond reason, and I had no control over it.
Meanwhile, Daniel was in his office, alone except for the glow of his screens and the low hum of his security systems. I could feel the tension radiating from him through our link, though he was careful not to show it.
He replayed the video over and over, analyzing it with that methodical precision he always had when tracking threats.
That’s when he noticed it. The reflection in the window behind me and Mark. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but the silhouette… it wasn’t Mark. It moved differently, carried itself differently.
He froze, scanning frame by frame. There was it Clara? Or someone with similar height and build? The hairline, the posture–it matched, but he couldn’t be certain.
He leaned back in his chair, jaw tight. His wolf growled low in his mind, though he kept it under control. His mind raced through every scenario. If that was Clara… or someone else posing as her… it meant the night had been manipulated far more than he realized.
Through our link, he felt my confusion, my fear, my anger. And just as I started to spiral, he caught another message–a ping from an anonymous sender.
“You’re looking in the wrong direction,” the text read.
I felt the message resonate in my mind. Daniel felt it too, and I could sense his pulse spike as he considered its implications. Someone was pulling strings beyond both of us. Someone who wanted to make me appear guilty. Someone else had orchestrated that night’s events.
I ran my hands through my hair, frustration spilling out in low growls. “Bella, I can’t figure this out. I’m… I don’t even know if I kissed him because I wanted to or because…” My voice trailed
off.
“Because someone made it happen,” she finished for me.
“Yes,” I said softly. “And Daniel… he doesn’t know.”
“I think he’s starting to,” Bella said. “But he’s an Alpha. He wants to be sure before he acts.”
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I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “I hate feeling this powerless.”
Hours passed. I tried to focus on Carter Holdings, on the work we had to rebuild after the chaos with Mark and Elias. But every file I opened, every ledger I reviewed, was a reminder of how exposed I was that night. And Daniel’s silence made the weight heavier.
Finally, I couldn’t stay still. I moved through the house, checking the perimeter, scanning every corridor, feeling the tension in every corner. The pack’s security systems were online, but that didn’t stop my mind from racing.
Daniel emerged from his office finally, though he didn’t approach me. He walked past the common areas, barely acknowledging me. I tried to speak, but the words got caught.
“I… Daniel…” I started.
He stopped, but didn’t look at me. “Amy,” he said, voice low. “I know you’re confused. I know something happened. But right now, I need facts.”
“I—I have no facts,” I admitted. “I don’t even know why I was… I can’t remember…”
His wolf stirred again, restless and coiled, but he stayed composed. “Then we find them. Together. You and me. No one else gets to tell the story for us.”
I swallowed, letting the words sink in. It was a promise, but it also reminded me of the distance that still stretched between us.
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