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Aurélie’s POV
She turned her cruelty on Florence, taunting her insinuating that she had assumed we were together, deliberately twisting the blade where it would hurt the most.
Fabrice wasn’t looking at Geneviève anymore. His focus was locked on Florence. I could tell they were mind-linked by the glassy sheen in their eyes, by the quiet strength Florence drew from him. Whatever he was telling her, it was working. She held herself steady, refusing to give Geneviève the reaction she craved.
Bored by the lack of response, Geneviève shifted her attention to Fabrice.
“Which one?”
Fabrice frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Which one, Doctor Fabrice?” Her lips curved slowly, predatory. “The Alpha… or the mate? Which one can you not live without? Which one would you save?”
She was enjoying every second of it.
“You’re sick,” Fabrice muttered, shaking his head. “I’m not playing your twisted games.”
“Oh, come now,” she cooed. “I’m helping you.”
Her smile sharpened. “We can all pretend it was the only choice you had. I mean… you can’t kill a mother in front of her pups, can you?”
Before anyone could react, she shoved the gun into Fabrice’s restrained hands. At the same time, she signaled the rogue forward.
He raised his weapon and aimed it at my children.
Horror pure, immeasurable horror ripped through me. The implication crashed down with brutal clarity. Fabrice would have to shoot… or one of my children would die.
I thrashed against my chains, a caged beast tearing itself apart to escape. The metal bit into my wrists until skin split, blood slicking the restraints. My wolf whimpered under the pain.
Hold it together, I screamed at her inside my head.
“Luna!” one of the men shouted from outside the container.
Luna.
She had some nerve.
Smirking, clearly not done with us yet, Geneviève snatched the gun back from Fabrice and strode toward the exit.
The moment she disappeared from view, I mind-linked Fabrice.
Shoot me.
Don’t be fucking ridiculous, he snapped back. I’m not shooting anyone.
That’s exactly what she wants you to say. Shoot me or she’ll take the choice away.
“Aurélie”
They’ve got a gun to the children, I cut in. You shoot me, or they die. Make it clean.
“No.”
Shoot me, Beta. That’s an order from your Alpha.
I unleashed my command. The already dim container seemed to darken under its weight.
“Hey!” the rogue barked, forcing me to sever the link. “No secret chats.”
He smirked and pressed the gun to the back of Dominique’s head.
“You filthy dog,” I snarled, yanking at my chains again. “I’ll skin you alive.”
“We’ll see,” he replied lazily and shifted the gun to Delphine.
My heart stopped.
My baby whimpered, terror breaking through her tiny frame.
“No… no,” I breathed, forcing myself to still. I raised my head, my voice gentle, surrender etched into every word.
“Delphine, sweetheart… it’s okay. Look at Mummy. Look at Daddy. Keep your eyes on us.”
Her sobs slowed as she focused, fighting for control just like I’d taught her.
Where was her bunny?
She would be calmer with her bunny.
I scanned the container desperately, but it wasn’t there. It must have been left behind in the car.
That was when Geneviève swept back inside her walk exaggerated, her movements deliberate. Provocative. Excessive.
Who was she performing for now?
Then he followed her in.
His gaze lingered openly on her swaying hips before snapping up to meet mine. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he took in the scene.
“What’s going on here?” he growled, his attention locking on Delphine with a gun to her head.
“Welcome, Alpha Gaston,” Geneviève laughed, shrill and unhinged. “We were just exterminating a few rats that got in our way.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he replied calmly yet his eyes never left me.
“Oh?” Geneviève arched a brow, a tremor creeping into her voice.
“Yes,” he said, smirking as his gaze dragged slowly over me, pausing on the wound at my head.
“Change of plans.”
“What change of plans?” she snapped, spinning to face him.
“I’ve decided,” he said smoothly,
“to make Aurélie mine.”