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Lia’s POV

I glanced at Finn one last time as he lay still on the bed, his breathing shallow but steady. My heart ached to see him like this. I wanted to stay, to keep watching over him, but Alina’s accusations still lingered in my mind, making the air in the room feel suffocating.

With a heavy sigh, I turned to leave. Just as I reached the door, a flicker of movement caught my eye. The curtains by the window swayed gently, though there was no breeze. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze.

“Who’s there?” I called out, my voice firmer than I felt.

Silence.

I stepped closer, peering into the shadows near the window. “I said, who’s there?”

Still no response. I waited for a few tense moments, but nothing moved again. My mind began to race with possibilities. Was it just my imagination? Or was someone really there?

Shaking my head, I decided not to let paranoia take over. “It’s nothing,” I muttered to myself, though the uneasy feeling didn’t quite leave me.

I stepped out of the room and made my way back to my bedroom. The hallways felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just my nerves playing tricks on me. When I pushed open the door to my room, I found Benedicta already asleep on the bed, her steady breathing a calming rhythm against the chaos in my mind.

Quietly, I locked the door behind me, ensuring it was secure before sitting down on the edge of the bed. My thoughts were a mess, but one thing was clear—I needed answers. Without hesitation, I picked up my phone and dialed Luca’s number.

He answered after a few rings, his voice low and cautious. “Lia, is everything okay?”

“No,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not. I’m scared, Luca. Finn’s still unconscious, Alina is convinced I’m to blame, and now…” I paused, unsure if I should mention the moving curtains. “Now I feel like I’m being watched.”

Luca’s tone sharpened. “Watched? What do you mean?”

I hesitated. “It’s probably nothing, but I thought I saw something in Finn’s room. The curtains moved, but there was no one there.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “You’re right to be cautious. This isn’t just about Finn’s attack. My investigation is pointing to something bigger.”

My grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?”

“It seems like the same person who killed Lex might be behind Finn’s shooting,” Luca explained. “Whoever it is, they’re not just targeting random people. They know about Bianca, Jenny, you—and maybe more. They’ve been watching all of you.”

The revelation sent chills down my spine. “But why? What do they want?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he said, his frustration evident. “Think, Lia. Is there anyone you’ve had a recent argument with? Someone who might have a reason to hurt you or the people around you?”

I didn’t have to think long. One name came to mind instantly. “Alina,” I whispered.

“Alina?” he repeated, his tone growing sharper.

“She’s Finn’s sister,” I explained. “She’s never liked me, and today she made it clear she blames me for everything. She said I was a curse and even threatened me if Finn doesn’t recover.”

Luca was silent for a moment before letting out a low growl. “I need to go.”

“Why? What is it?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice.

“I think I’ve just found a suspect,” he said firmly. “If Alina’s involved, I need to confirm it.”

“No, wait—”

But he had already hung up.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, my heart racing. Could Alina really be behind all of this? It seemed unthinkable, but then again, she had always been cold toward me. She’d made it clear that she didn’t want me in Finn’s life.

I leaned back against the headboard, trying to calm my breathing. Benedicta stirred slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake. The room felt heavy, the shadows on the walls seeming to stretch and shift.

If Luca was right, and Alina was somehow involved, what did that mean for me? For Finn? For everyone else in the pack?

I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my racing heart to slow. Luca would find answers—I trusted him. But the uneasy feeling in my gut told me that things were far from over.

And if Alina really was the enemy, I had no idea how I was going to face her.

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Alpha Dean’s POV

The dim lighting of the room barely illuminated the sleeping figure of Finn. From his hiding place in the shadows, I watched him, the steady beeping of the machines keeping him alive grating on my nerves. A wolf-like him—a supposed alpha—reduced to this? Pathetic.

It was laughable that this weakling thought he could protect someone like Lia. My Lia. He didn’t deserve her, and soon enough, he wouldn’t even have the chance to try.

I stepped out from the corner where I had been concealed, my boots making no sound against the floor. As I approached Finn’s bed, the faint scent of antiseptic and weakness filled the air. The sight of him, pale and defenseless, filled me with satisfaction.

“You’ve always been in the way, Finn,” I murmured, standing over him. My voice was low, but it carried the weight of my hatred. “From the moment Lia entered your life, you’ve been nothing but a barrier. You thought you could marry her, make her yours? Foolish.”

I leaned closer, my lips curling into a sneer. “She’s mine. She’s always been mine. And no one, not even you, will take her from me.”

My hand moved to the pillow resting on the sofa beside the bed. Slowly, I picked it up, feeling the weight of it in my hands. I glanced at Finn one last time, his face peaceful in unconsciousness. It almost felt too easy.

I reached over and turned off the machine providing him with oxygen, the soft hiss of air coming to a halt. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the heart monitor.

“Don’t worry,” I said mockingly, pressing the pillow firmly over his face. “This won’t take long.”

Finn stirred weakly, his body instinctively struggling against the lack of air. His movements were feeble and uncoordinated, and it only made me press harder.

“You were never strong enough to be alpha,” I snarled, leaning more of my weight onto the pillow. “And you’ll never be strong enough to keep her.”

The heart monitor’s beeping quickened for a moment before it began to slow, each interval growing longer and longer. Finn’s struggles ceased, his body falling still beneath my hands. The monitor emitted a long, steady tone—a flatline.

I stayed there for a moment, letting the silence sink in, the weight of my actions settling comfortably in my chest. A dark smile spread across my face as I removed the pillow and stepped back, surveying my work.

Finn was gone.

“That’s one obstacle out of the way,” I said softly, almost to myself.

I adjusted the pillow back on the sofa, ensuring it looked undisturbed, and glanced around the room to confirm there were no signs of struggle. Everything was as it should be.

As I walked toward the door, I couldn’t help but smile. Lia would be mine. It was only a matter of time.

No one would stand in my way—not Finn, not Alina, not even Luca. This was just the beginning.



Mated to Alpha Dean, the rogue revenge
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