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“More importantly, are you going to tell the king about who Siatruly was?” he presses further, his voice filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

“It changes nothing. We dealt with Sia in the end, and she never had the chance to carry out her nefarious plans. What good would come from dredging up the past? Nothing but turmoil,” I respond, my voice tinged with resignation.

“The king wouldn’t be angered by your actions against Sia and her mother,” Liam asserts, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with me.

“Are you speaking solely about my involvement or considering everything?” I counter, my tone laced with a hint of skepticism.

“If Kyson were to discover the truth, he might hold Abbie accountable. Assuming guilt by association. Look at what he has done to Ivy. I won’t risk it with Abbie,” I explain, my words laden with a sense of protectiveness toward the woman I love. Liam takes a seat at the edge of the bed, his posture reflective of deep thought.

“And what about Abbie?” he probes further. “You have to tell her about us. She will find out, Gannon. Secrets like this don’t remain hidden forever.”

“Tell her what exactly? That my mate chose you over me? Or how I felt the bond breaking every time she fucked my best friend? Or perhaps I should inform her about how we tore her beloved Aunt apart when we discovered the truth about each other?” The bitterness in my voice is palpable as I unleash my pent-up frustration.

Liam sighs, his expression filled with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. “Abbie would understand. I just don’t want this one secret to tear you apart again once you have her back. If she were to uncover it on her own, the consequences could be dire.”

“The only person who knows about this, Liam, is you. Unless you plan on revealing it to her, there is no way for her to find out,” I retort sharply. Liam shakes his head, his expression a mix of resignation and concern.

“Just think about it, Gannon. I will support you, no matter whatyou decide. But I believe Abbie deserves to know the truth about her parents and the circumstances they were running from.”

“We can’t say for certain. We only recently discovered that Sia had a twin sister. There could be numerous reasons why Abbie’s parents went rogue,” I argue, desperately clinging to the shreds of doubt that remain.

“But it does make sense, doesn’t it? Why would Abbie’s parents willingly become rogues? They were fleeing from someone. We might not have known about it until Abbie entered the picture, and you stumbled upon those files, but now it’s clear who they were running from. Abbie has a right to know, at the very least, that her aunt was your true mate,” Liam concludes before turning toward the door.

“Get some sleep, brother. I’ll make sure your car is ready for your departure first thing in the morning to see Abbie. Hopefully, you can bring her home,” he says, his voice filled with a sense of hope and determination. With that, he shuts the door, leaving me with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

I exhale deeply, retrieving my clothes and slipping into bed. Tomorrow holds the promise of reuniting with Abbie, and I can only hope my words and presence will be enough to convince her to return with me. If not, I am left uncertain of what other avenues remain open to me. However, I know if I were to ask Liam for assistance, he would willingly aid me in exacting vengeance upon Kade and sweeping the consequences under the rug. Unfortunately, such an act would require the annihilation of his entire pack.

As sleep begins to claim me, I am left with lingering questions and a sense of trepidation. The truth weighs heavily on my heart, threatening to unravel everything we have fought so hard to build. But in the depths of my soul, I know that secrets can only remain buried for so long.

Chapter Three

Last night, the king granted me special leave while Ivy was transitioning. I have been in the car ever since.

Desperate to reach Abbie, I repeatedly dial her number, hoping to persuade her to see reason. My calls go unanswered, just as they have in our previous attempts. Abbie has been purposely avoiding me, shutting me out of her life.

My mission is to report any issues. It angers me that Kyson won’t allow me to forcefully remove her from her mate. Such an act would certainly create tensions as well as be deemed unlawful, especially if she wished to remain by his side. As his mate, she belongs to him. However, the temptation to break that law gnaws at me relentlessly. Love makes you do weird things. I am prepared to face any consequences, be it imprisonment or lashings. I just don’t want Kyson’s already fragile political situation as collateral damage. If it meant freeing Abbie from her undeserving mate, I would do it

I knew Kyson would hesitate to pass such a sentence, especially under pressure from the packs he governs. It wouldn’t bode well for a king to defy the very laws he helped establish – laws put in place tohalt Alphas from forcibly marking multiple women and tearing them away from their true mates. That was precisely why Kade refrained from marking any of his wives; technically, they were free if they found their destined mates.

However, Abbie was an exception. He had marked her, fully aware that having a mate made him stronger. Despite the futility of my efforts thus far, I have no choice but to persist. Going against a mate bond is nearly impossible for she-wolves, and my attempts to expose Kade’s infidelity has fallen flat.

So, for now, my only option is to convince Abbie to willingly leave him. He didn’t deserve her. Neither did I, but I would spend the rest of my life trying to prove my worth to her if she would have me. As stupid as it might be to try, I have to.

We rarely come this far out into the pack. Even when invited to stay, as we passed through it sometimes, we always sought accommodation elsewhere. We feel uncomfortable within packs, never fully certain of their allegiance or potential ties to the hunters. Caution dictated our actions. Nonetheless, Alpha Kade has shown us kindness, always extending his help unquestionably whenever we need him to send his men to scout for hunters in his area. He is still a disgusting werewolf, treating women as if they are nothing more than trophies or possessions.

My phone jolts me from my thoughts, and I pull over to answer it, knowing I will soon need to input the address. Damian’s name illuminates the screen, and I swiftly connect the call, placing the phone against my ear. When travelling we try not to use the mindlink, it can be distracting while driving.

“Have you obtained the address?” I inquire, rummaging through the glove compartment, searching for a pen and paper.

“Yes, I have it right here. Remember, Gannon, remain unseen. If you are caught lurking without formal notice, suspicions will be raised,” Damian advises, caution evident in his voice.

“What did you tell him?” I query sharply.

“I informed him Ivywanted to send a care package,” he responds.

“Very well. I’ll stop along the way and purchase some items; I can play the role of a delivery boy,” I retort with a hint of annoyance.

“Good idea. But please, Gannon, refrain from causing harm. We cannot afford any bloodshed,” Damian pleads.

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