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His face crumpled a little, but I didn't care. He needed to leave, to stop standing in my

yard like some wounded puppy.

"If you don't leave," I

rising, "

"I warned, my voice

"I'll call I the police again."

Nathan winced at

at that, but sun

didn't

move. .He just stood I there, blood still trickling from the cuts on his arms, his clothes torn from the earlier fight with the rogue wolves. Stubborn fool. The man had always been stubborn, but now it wasn't something I admired-it just made me tired. ured.

I turned on my heel and shut the door,

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revving as he left. He really wasn't going anywhere.

Let him stand out there, I thought bitterly.

He made his choices; he can deal with the consequences.

But as the night dragged on, I couldn't help

but check the window. I saw him out

there, leaning against the side of the house, still clutching his bleeding arm. The

moonlight bathed his face, highlighting

how pale he looked. He wasn't even trying

to bandage the cuts.

felt a strange mixture of anger and pity

swirl inside me. The anger won out. He didn't deserve my sympathy. Not after everything.

Hours passed. It was late, maybe past

midnight, and the yard was silent. When I finally glanced outside again, Nathan was slumped on the ground, motionless.

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For a split second, panic shot through me. Had he passed out? I bit my lip, torn between letting him suffer and helping him. But I wasn't a monster. Not like him. Grabbing my phone, I dialed a familiar number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. "Yeah?"

"Get over here and take him away," I said, my voice sharp. "He's in my yard, passed out. Bleeding. I don't care what you do, just get him off my property." There was a pause on the other end. "Nathan?"

"Yes, Nathan," I snapped. "Who else would

I be talking about?"

"I'll be there in ten," he replied, and I hung up without another word.

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I watched as Nathan's beta arrived,

dragging Nathan's unconscious body out

of the yard and into the car. I didn't feel

any better watching him go. I just felt..... tired. Exhausted by the whole mess.

Once they were gone, I slumped onto the couch, running a hand through my hair. Nathan wouldn't stop coming back. It didn't matter how many times I threw him out-he'd keep finding ways to worm back into my life. But I was done. Really done this time. The next morning, I gathered all the materials I'd collected over the past few months-emails, text messages, witness statements-and handed them to my lawyer. It was time to take Sienna down.

The lawsuit was a slow, grueling process, but I was ready. I wasn't going to let her win this time. She'd ruined too much, hurt too many people. She had to pay.

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And eventually, she did. The court ruled in my favor. Sienna was fined a hefty amount, but more than the money, she had to record a public apology. That must've been the real punishment for her, knowing she'd have to face the world and admit her wrongs.

I watched the video the day it was posted

online. Sienna's face, once flawless and 'full of arrogance, was marred by scars.

Herp

precious face. The one thing she valued above all else had been destroyed that fight. Her once-perfect skin had

been etched with the marks of our

struggle, and I felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight. The modeling agency dropped

her not long after, and word spread quickly about her fall from grace.

It was poetic ju't'ce, in a way. Watching

her crumble felt like a victory, but it

wasn't the end. Nathan was still out there,

and he was sick. Really sick, from what I'd

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heard. I often thought about him, how he had stood up for me, how he had fought against the rogue wolves and the odds stacked against him. Despite the chaos he had caused in my life, he didn't deserve the fate that had befallen him.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the papers spread out in front of me. The legal documents detailing Sienna's punishment felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders, but there was still a heaviness

in my heart. I was finally free of f her dirty games, yet a sense of unease e lingered. The kitchen was quiet, t the kind of silence that you feel more alone than ever. It

made was then that Issca showed up at my door. He had always been the one to check in on me, even when I didn't ask for it. With his kind eyes and gentle demeanor, he had a way of making me feel like I wasn't alone

in this world filled with chaos.

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"Doris," he said gently, stepping inside "Can I help you in something?

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