Chapter 295 Black Eyes & White Lies

Ella

The dim light of the restroom cast shadows that danced eerily across the ornate walls. I stood there, staring blankly at the face reflected back at me from the gilded mirror. The hushed. whispers of the escorts in the adjacent stalls echoed painfully in my mind, punctuated by the occasional muted giggle from the ballroom outside.

A world of stark contrasts. My heart thudded painfully, each beat. screaming a desperate question. What could I, Ella, do in a world of opulence, where beneath the surface, darkness thrived?

“Ella.” The soft, husky voice in my mind was familiar, comforting. Ema always seemed to speak up when I was in turmoil, a constant friend and source of reason. “These women… they need our help.

I closed my eyes, trying to still the tumultuous emotions raging within. “It’s not our world, Ema. Interfering might bring danger to us and them.”

a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women should

world is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something,

you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve seen, he cares about you. He can be

marble sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my living

whispered tales of

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing

trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale

words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that came from being wolf and

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight

that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the

made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it

the main area, the voices

for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency, made me blurt

in there. Escorts. One of them… she

his face seemed to

sometimes,” he murmured, a shadow crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

before leaning closer.

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city.

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