Chapter 77

Weston

I watched the most formidable being I’d ever faced break—not by force, but because someone made him confront himself. That was more powerful than any victory.

Nox, my wolf, was silent. I’d expected triumph, pride… instead, he bowed his head. That’s how true power should stand.

I met Alex’s gaze. She wasn’t killing Sebastiano because she couldn’t or because she felt sorry. She understood something I’d forgotten: power without mercy is tyranny.

I stepped forward. “Alex,” I whispered.

She looked at me, question in her eyes. I shook my head—not in disagreement, but in trust. Whatever she chose, I would stand by her.

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Alex’s Clone

Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do next. For the first time in my existence, there were no commands in my mind—no voice telling me what to be. Just silence. Terrifying silence.

I looked at my hands. They were mine—no longer his, no longer Sebastiano’s.

“Who am I?”

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