She realized that Chase possessed extraordinary mental fortitude, something no Alpha could easily emulate. No ordinary werewolf would have survived what he endured, even a normal Alpha would have a hard time, let alone restraining the primal urge to dominate and wreak havoc. To bow his head, to feign submission before his enemy while suppressing every instinct screaming for blood, for revenge, was nothing short of remarkable.
For someone like Chase to come here and reveal all of this meant only one thing: he was exposing his most vulnerable self. He wasn’t asking for trust through words alone; he was demanding it through action, even going so far as to show them the curse eating away at his own body.
Had he not been born with Alpha blood, that curse would have killed him long ago. Defying that man at all should have been a death sentence. And perhaps that was the greatest irony of all.
The one who believed he had tamed a loyal dog never realized that the beast was only pretending to kneel, while baring its fangs in secret, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into his throat and tear it out.
"As for whether I’m afraid of dying..." Chase smirked.
There was something layered in his gaze, sharp and deliberate. Blood still stained the corner of his mouth as he steadied himself, yet even in that state, he never once bowed his head. He stood tall, unwavering, his posture a declaration of conviction, which showed his Alpha pride.
Despite everything he had endured, that pride had not faded. If anything, it had been reforged. Pain and torture had not broken him; they had taught him restraint, patience, and how to become stronger than before.
And what he was telling Addison and Levi was not deception.
Even if Addison were not his mate, Chase would have come all the same to deliver this warning. He had not crossed this distance out of desperation, but intent. He wanted to forge a connection, perhaps even a future collaboration, because they shared a common enemy.
After all, they say that ’the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’
And now that a far better possibility had presented itself, Chase saw no reason to turn it down.
Perhaps even the Moon Goddess had seen his unwavering conviction and taken pity on him. That was why he had been gifted a mate like Addison, someone with status, connections, strength, and powerful Alpha mates who could support him just as he could support her.
The more he thought about it, the more it felt arranged, as if every thread had been woven by the Moon Goddess herself. She had connected all of them for a reason. For Chase, that reason had been simple, and that was to give him something worth fighting for.
And this time, it should no longer be just about revenge.
Now, it was about protecting his true mate.
This time, he could no longer charge headfirst into danger like a man ready to burn himself in the fire. He had to be careful, measured, because his actions no longer affected only himself. Addison now stood beside him, and she was someone he needed to protect.



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