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Eva paced the length of her office, her fingers clenched at her sides as she fought to keep her emotions in check. The news was still fresh, like a wound that refused to close. Her mind was racing, each thought overlapping the next. The betrayal had been so close, so personal. Someone within her pack—someone she trusted—was leaking information to the vampires. She felt the sting of it deep in her gut, and the weight of it made it hard to breathe.

Max stood by the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression hard and unreadable. Eva could sense his frustration, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. She knew what he was thinking. He was wondering how it had happened, who could have been foolish enough to betray them. But Eva had already reached a conclusion. She couldn’t explain it, not yet, but she knew that someone had turned on them.

Tiana was the first to break the silence. She entered the room, her face pale, her eyes wide with alarm. “Eva, we found something. Crescent weapons. They were in rogue hands,” she said, her voice tight with disbelief.

Eva turned to her, her heart sinking. She had hoped it was just a misunderstanding, a mistake. But the look on Tiana’s face told her everything she needed to know. “What do you mean, Crescent weapons?” Eva asked, her voice shaky.

Tiana took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “We’ve been tracking the rogues, and we found a stash. There were Crescent knives, Crescent guns… everything. They were armed with our weapons.”

Max’s jaw clenched at the mention of Crescent weapons. “How the hell did the rogues get their hands on our gear?” he demanded, his voice low but full of fury.

Eva could see the veins of anger running through him, the protectiveness that flared whenever someone threatened their pack. But the more she thought about it, the more it became clear to her. This wasn’t just an outside threat. Someone in their inner circle had to be involved. No rogue would have been able to access Crescent’s weapons without help from someone on the inside.

“You think we’d betray you?” Max’s voice was a growl now, directed not at Eva, but at Tiana. His gaze was sharp, his fury palpable. Eva could feel it, could sense the danger in the air.

Tiana’s eyes softened with the realization of what Max was suggesting. She shook her head. “Of course not. But we need to figure out how this happened. Who’s responsible.”

Eva stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Max’s face. She could see the fury in his expression, but she also saw the doubt. “Max,” she said quietly, “I think someone already has.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest. His eyes widened, the anger twisting into confusion. “You’re saying one of us… one of our own is leaking information to the vampires?”

Eva nodded, her heart aching as she spoke. “It’s the only explanation. The rogues didn’t get those weapons on their own. Someone had to be feeding them information.”

Max’s expression darkened, and he turned to look out the window again. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. Not someone from their pack, not from their inner circle. But the pieces were starting to fall into place, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized Eva was right.

Dany entered the room then, his eyes sharp, his face set in a grim line. He could feel the tension in the air, the uncertainty that hung between them all. He crossed the room and stood by Eva, his gaze flicking between Max and Tiana. “We’ll smoke them out,” Dany said, his voice firm and steady. “Even if it’s one of ours.”

Max turned to him, his eyes flashing with fire. “You’re damn right we will,” he muttered. “Whoever’s behind this will pay. We don’t tolerate traitors in our ranks.”

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Princess Evangeline of Morwyn sat in the quiet waiting room of the royal physician’s office, her mind a whirlwind of fear and fragile hope. The grand palace, bathed in soft afternoon light, felt both like a home and a cage. She had been married to Crown Prince Sebastian of Valdris for three years, but their union was nothing more than a political arrangement—an alliance forged by their fathers to secure peace between their lands.

From the very beginning, Sebastian made it clear that his marriage to Evangeline was purely out of duty, not affection. They slept in separate chambers, exchanged only polite words in public, and maintained a cold civility that masked the emptiness beneath. Evangeline had once dreamed that time might change things, that she might earn his heart, but years of distance had buried that hope deep inside her.

Recently, however, her body had begun to change. She felt nauseated in the mornings, dizzy, and uncommonly tired. These signs, though subtle, stirred a small flame of longing within her—a desperate wish that she might finally be carrying his child. Perhaps, she thought, a baby could soften Sebastian’s heart and give meaning to their lifeless marriage.

When the physician, Master Aldrich, appeared at the doorway, his kind smile gave her both comfort and dread. He led her into his study, a cozy room filled with the scent of herbs, the warmth of a crackling fire, and shelves of ancient medical texts. Evangeline sat nervously as the old man took a sealed parchment from his desk.

With a gentle voice, Master Aldrich delivered the news that would change everything: “Your Highness, I’m delighted to tell you that you are indeed expecting.”

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat. Her trembling hands broke the royal seal and scanned the words written neatly across the parchment. Pregnant. She was truly with child. Before she could even absorb the shock, Master Aldrich continued, beaming with joy—she was not carrying just one baby, but twins.

The revelation sent a rush of emotion through her—relief, disbelief, joy. Twins! Two heirs for the royal family. The weight of that realization made her dizzy, but it also filled her with warmth and purpose. For the first time in years, she smiled with genuine happiness. Perhaps this was the miracle she needed to mend what had long been broken.

In that moment, she imagined Sebastian’s face lighting up with pride and excitement. She pictured him embracing her, maybe even thanking her. The thought filled her with renewed courage. She thanked Master Aldrich graciously and insisted that she would tell Sebastian the news herself. This moment, she decided, must belong to them alone.

Walking through the grand marble corridors of the palace, Evangeline’s heart felt light for the first time in years. Servants bowed as she passed, but she hardly noticed them—her mind was focused only on Sebastian and the life growing inside her. She wanted to see him, to share the joy, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could still bloom between them.

As she approached the door of Sebastian’s private study, her steps quickened. She called out softly, “Sebastian! My lord, I have the most wonderful news to—”

But her voice faltered.

Through the half-open door, Evangeline froze at the sight before her. Her husband stood with Lady Cordelia Ashworth, daughter of the Duke of Greymont, wrapped in his arms. The woman’s fiery red hair cascaded over Sebastian’s shoulders as he held her close. Evangeline’s heart stopped when she saw him tilt Cordelia’s chin upward and press his lips to hers—a tender, passionate kiss filled with the warmth and love she had begged the heavens for all these years.

It was everything she had ever wanted—and it wasn’t hers.

For a long, unbearable second, Evangeline could only stare. The parchment with her pregnancy confirmation still trembled in her hand. Then, in a broken whisper, she said his name: “Sebastian…”

The Crown Prince turned sharply, surprise flashing across his features before being quickly masked by his usual calm. Cordelia paled and stepped back, though Sebastian’s arm lingered protectively around her waist.

“Evangeline,” he said evenly, as though she were a stranger interrupting him, “what brings you here?”

Her throat tightened. She forced herself to stand tall, even as tears burned behind her eyes. “I… I live here,” she managed, her voice quivering. “I’m your wife.”

Sebastian’s cold gaze didn’t soften. “Is there something you need?” he asked, the same way he might address a court official.

Something inside Evangeline broke. Just minutes ago, she had been radiant with hope, ready to tell him that she carried his children—the future of his line. But now, staring at the indifference in his eyes and the woman in his arms, she realized the truth she had avoided for too long.

He would never love her. Not even their unborn children could change that.

A calmness settled over her—a cold, regal resolve that masked the chaos in her chest. Straightening her shoulders, Evangeline met his gaze with all the dignity her title demanded.

“Yes, my lord,” she said clearly. “There is something I need.”

Sebastian raised a brow, perhaps expecting her to plead, to cry, to beg for an explanation. Instead, she spoke words that shattered the silence of the study.

“I want an annulment.”

Both Sebastian and Cordelia froze. The shock in their eyes was almost satisfying. Cordelia gasped aloud, pressing a hand to her mouth, while Sebastian’s expression turned dark and unreadable.

“What did you say?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.

Evangeline’s chin lifted higher. Her hands no longer trembled. “You heard me perfectly,” she said. “I want our marriage annulled.”

In that instant, the timid princess who had once waited for scraps of affection was gone. What remained was a woman who had found her strength—not through her husband’s love, but through the pain he had caused.

Inside, she knew she carried the next heirs of the throne—his heirs—but she would not allow that to bind her to a man who treated her like a political pawn. She would raise her children with dignity, even if she had to walk away from the palace to do it.

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the crackle of the fireplace and the unspoken consequences of her declaration. But Evangeline didn’t wait for a reply. Gathering her skirts, she turned toward the door, her heart broken yet unburdened.

Her steps echoed through the marble halls as she walked away from the man who had never seen her—and toward the freedom she was finally claiming for herself.

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