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Aurélie’s POV
“What change of plan?” Geneviève snarled, rounding on Gaston.
“I’ve decided to make Aurélie mine.”
He said it plainly, as though it were already understood an outcome Geneviève should have anticipated.
The very thought turned my stomach. The idea of belonging to anyone but Damien made bile rise in my throat. No. I was Damien’s. Only Damien’s. Our beginning had been fractured, hard-earned but we had fought for every inch of what we shared.
“You can’t do that we had a deal”
Geneviève’s roar cut through the space, venomous and unrestrained, the she-devil clawing her way back to the surface.
“Well,” Gaston replied mildly, “I’m changing it.”
He spoke as though renegotiating a contract nothing more than revised terms and conditions.
“You can’t!” she hissed. “The plan was for you to reclaim the Bloodnight pack and make me your Luna.”
“It isn’t personal, Geneviève,” he said coolly. “I’ll see to it that you’re taken care of. But Aurélie is the Darkvale Alpha. She already commands a vast alliance. With her as my Luna, I can merge the two. More packs than I ever imagined.”
His gaze flicked to my children.
“And she can clearly provide heirs.”
He gestured toward them his own grandchildren. His own blood.
A monster.
The situation was unraveling fast. The rules kept shifting, the ground constantly moving beneath our feet. We needed to escape now. Somewhere safe. Somewhere I could reach Damien… or Théo.
“Everything I’ve done has been to stand at your side,” Geneviève snarled, her wolf simmering just beneath her skin, her rage so intense it felt almost physical.
“Don’t delude yourself,” Gaston replied lazily. “You’re spoiled. You always crave what you can’t have. This is no different.”
He chuckled softly as he reached into his inner jacket pocket and withdrew his phone. “And let’s not forget if Aurélie hadn’t returned to Damien’s life, you never would have come looking for me.”
He raised the phone. “Yes?”
I strained my wolf’s hearing, every instinct sharpening.
“Alpha… she’s escaped.”
“What?” Gaston snapped.
“Where is she?”
His aura shifted darkened. He hadn’t truly been angry before. Now he was. Even Geneviève noticed, her posture stiffening as his presence sharpened.
“We don’t know yet, Alpha. We’re searching the area. She can’t have gone far.”
“Find her,” he growled. “Find her now.”
He ended the call abruptly.
Gaston crossed the space toward me. His fingers brushed my head wound before tightening under my chin, forcing my face upward until I was staring straight at him. My jaw locked beneath his grip.
My teeth itched to bite anything he dared put near my mouth.
“I need to leave,” he said calmly. “Move them to my apartment. Make sure her head injury is treated.”
He turned toward the guards stationed at the entrance.
“Gaston!” Geneviève snapped, clearly furious at his added demands.
“You two come with me,” he ordered, snapping his fingers sharply.
Then, over his shoulder: “Take care of the betas. They aren’t needed.”
No.
I surged against my chains, panic clawing up my spine. Fabrice and Florence both looked at me instantly, then at each other.
No. I wouldn’t allow it. I couldn’t.
I tugged harder, metal biting into my wrists. I could smell my own blood now, warm as it trickled down onto my dress.
“Aurélie, stop,” Fabrice warned through the mind-link, though his eyes never left Florence.
I scanned the container desperately anything. Something. Any opening.
Gaston paused just outside, sunlight spilling in behind him. He inhaled deeply, scenting the air, and then slowly smirked.
Something was wrong.
He turned back inside, his expression unreadable, movements oddly deliberate. He crouched near the floor, and I didn’t realize what he was doing until he reached down
And pulled.
A concealed section of the shipping container’s floor lifted away.