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Freaked out, I somehow snapped myself back to reality and started recording everything.
The photos, the projector, everything.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the footage.
I just knew I needed evidence that he’d been stalking me.
But I wasn’t even sure how much it would help.
Why would it? He still had plenty of things he could use against me.
Practically, I wasn’t safe.
Still recording, I stepped farther into his walk-in closet.
As I did, something on one of the shelves caught my attention.
It was tucked inside a plastic bag.
I reached for it with my phone still recording and immediately gasped.
There was blood on the blade of the pocketknife.
And it wasn’t just any pocketknife.
It was mine.
The one my brother had given me to protect myself.
The exact one I’d recently lost after stabbing it into the back of the lycan’s hand.
Now it was here, right in front of me, inside my boyfriend’s condo, carefully sealed in a plastic bag.
I picked up the bag, my breathing turning rapid.
"I’m in Dr. Roman’s condo, and this is the pocketknife I found," I said into the camera. "It’s the one I lost after I stabbed it into the lycan’s hand."
I paused several times, struggling to catch my breath.
Then I panned the camera around the closet before abruptly stopping the recording.
Something told me I was in danger.
When I lifted my head, I spotted a small camera discreetly tucked into one of the shelves.
My stomach dropped.
There was nothing I could do about it.
Once Roman came home and checked the footage, he’d know I’d been in here.
And if I destroyed the camera, he’d still know someone had tampered with it.
Either way, he would know.
And once he came home, he’d make sure to silence me.
I had to get out.
As I hurried from the closet, I sent the video to the first person who came to mind.
Somehow, that person was O.
I sent him the video without any explanation. Just the footage.
He knew what to do while I go back home and tell the Alpha King brothers about Roman.
Then I quickly left the walk-in closet, shut off the projector, and walked out of the bedroom, sweating as I locked the door behind me.
I stared at the keys in my hand before my gaze shifted toward the exit.
No. I couldn’t stay here.
There was no way I could go through with tonight anymore.
How was I supposed to let him touch me now?
Now that I knew what he was capable of, making him angry could get me killed.
I was the girlfriend of a lycan who had been stalking me.



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