Chapter 120
Violet’s POV:
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I stood at the edge of Riverside Plaza as the orchestra tuned their instruments, the sound cutting through
the early spring air. The outdoor stage glowed under warm yellow lights, illuminating patches of melting
snow that still clung to the square’s corners. Students and residents wrapped in scarves filled the folding
chairs, their breath forming small clouds in the cold.
Beck appeared beside me, holding two steaming cups. “Hot chocolate,” he said, pressing one into my hands.
“You look like you need it.”
I took the cup gratefully, letting the warmth seep into my fingers. The orchestra began their first piece,
something classical and sweeping that I didn’t recognize.
But then I noticed her. A blonde girl moving through the crowd with a camera, pausing occasionally to take
photos. Something about her face triggered recognition, and after a moment it clicked–she’d been at the
bridal shop when I’d accompanied Lily to look at wedding dresses, one of Celeste’s friends.
The girl–Riley, I remembered–turned and caught my gaze. Her expression shifted immediately, hostility
flashing across her features so clearly that even from this distance I could read it. She raised her camera
deliberately and took several photos of Beck and me standing together.
Deep in my consciousness, Ember stirred with a low growl. My wolf sensed the targeting, the challenge in
that gesture.
“Someone you know?” Beck asked, following my line of sight.
“Not really,” I said, taking a sip of hot chocolate.
The orchestra moved into their second piece, but I’d lost focus. My phone vibrated in my coat pocket.
Daemon’s name appeared on the screen, and my stomach tightened reflexively. I hesitated for three long
seconds before answering.
“Hello?”
But it wasn’t Daemon’s voice that came through the line. It was Celeste’s, weak and strained. “Violet… can
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you please tell Daemon to go home?”
I went still, my grip tightening on the phone. ‘What?”
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I know you hate me, Celeste said, her voice breaking slightly. “But he’s been at the hospital for days taking
care of me, and he hasn’t even gone to work. You need to call him back, Violet. He can’t keep putting
everything aside like this. He has responsibilities…”
My jaw clenched. “You’re using his phone to call me. Is that supposed to make me listen? To prove how
close you two are?”
“No, I just-” She made a sound that might have been a sob. “I just want him to go home to you. You’re still
his mate, you’re still-”
“If you really cared about appearances,” I cut her off coldly, “you wouldn’t have let him follow you to the
border. If you wanted to avoid rumors, you shouldn’t have created such a dramatic scene. And now that the
entire pack has seen that footage, now you want to play innocent?”
“And I filed for forced dissolution with the Council,” I said simply. “So instead of worrying about what I
think, maybe you should start figuring out how to convince the Blackwood family to accept a Luna
candidate with no family background who the entire pack knows as ‘the Alpha’s mistress.“”
I ended the call before she could respond.
In my previous life, Celeste had never been exposed like this. Daemon had protected her carefully, kept their
relationship mostly private. Victoria and Dominic had seen her as just an innocent girl their son was
pursuing, which made accepting her later much easier.
But now everything was different. I’d built a relationship with Victoria, who’d already noticed Celeste’s
calculated moves, those carefully orchestrated “coincidences.”
Celeste’s path to becoming a Blackwood was now infinitely harder. The thought gave me a dark satisfaction
that was immediately followed by a deeper emptiness.
“Violet?” Beck’s voice pulled me back. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I said, forcing a smile.
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The orchestra finished their set, and the crowd began to disperse. Beck walked beside me toward the plaza
exit.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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