Chapter 141

The revelation leaves me reeling, struggling to comprehend how she managed to hide her true identity for so long. The woman who saved Max was confident and carefree, exuding a sense of fearlessness that Bree never showed. Bree was always reserved, cautious, as if haunted by shadows of a past she never spoke about. How could they be the same person? The disparity between the two personas is jarring, and I find myself questioning everything I thought I knew.

As the report continues, my mind races. She’s Rhett’s mate, the one who robbed his pack. It all clicks into place. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. All those secrets, all those fears, it all makes sense now.

“It’s reported that she knew you were coming to the city, that she had planned all along. The driver was a set up for her to get close to Max and you!” Damian’s words hit me like a wave of betrayal crashing against my resolve.

“Where is she?” My demand hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the frustration coursing through me. I fumble to dial her number, but it goes straight to voicemail–her phone still switched off, amplifying my rage.

“Damian, pull up the tracker on her car. We’re going to find her,” I command, my voice cutting through the tension.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” His serious expression mirrors the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in.

danger,” I respond, urgency lacing every

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Chapter 141

at risk from Rhett’s pack and anyone who sees her as a threat. I need

steps forward, her presence calming yet resolute. “Damian, despite your reservations about her, Soren is right. She

accusation echoes

lied and recognized her at that meeting, Soren!” My mother’s explanation hangs heavily between us, causing a lump to form in

had her cornered at the council.” Damian’s words were a mere whisper, the edges of his voice tinged with regret and guilt. His eyes flickered with a muted fear that I seldom saw

ice–cold water. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I reach out, grabbing Damian by the scruff

he mumbles, his gaze focused on the floor, unable to meet mine. His words were a feeble attempt to defend his lack of action, “She looked… scared. But when I asked her,

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