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They look unfocused, dazed, with a glassy sheen to them.

"You know, if you're looking for a weakness he has, I might be able to tell you what it could be…"

I blink because for a moment I have no idea what he's talking about, but then, suddenly, it starts to make sense.

Moon leans slightly closer to me. His strange eyes, one silver and the other gold, have dilated pupils, and the sight of them doesn't look healthy. Just creepy.

"You see, finding your True Mate is something many people like to dismiss. Many even convince themselves that they're above it, that it doesn't matter to them, but that's obviously bullshit, because everyone dreams of… something perfect."

Moon moves even closer, just a little, which becomes increasingly unsettling, especially combined with the strength of his grip.

Then he whispers, clearly emphasizing every single word.

"Donatelli Snow Rentals & Services. Kotzebue, Alaska, Roberto Donatelli."

And then he stands up and walks away as if nothing happened, as if he never said anything to me. Especially not something so shockingly bizarre.

This guy is seriously a freak.

But at the same time, there is something about him. As a magical ABO myself, I can sense magic in others, and I know he also possesses it. That brief contact between us confirmed it, and I already know I can't simply dismiss his words.

I jump to my feet and race to the fortress to contact an acquaintance who has the right connections to help me get information on Roberto Donatelli. I already know exactly what I need to do, so I can have a Plan C ready in case Rocco ever gets in my way.

CHAPTER 26: MAURO

Present Day

The engine is screaming at full throttle as I tear through the forest toward my cabin. Dirt sprays beneath the tires, and the Jeep bucks violently over the rutted ground. My jaw is clenched so tightly it feels like the enamel on my teeth is about to crack.

On one hand, I shouldn't have left Jared alone. On the other, I can't confront that son of a bitch with my True Mate standing right there, so I have to trust Renato to protect him. I just have to reach my brother before he gets anywhere near the Santoro estate.

My phone lets out another sharp beep.

I ease off the gas and glance at the screen. It's a text from Ennio.

Be careful, Mauro. Rocco is making his move today.

Well… that's exactly what's happening.

I toss the phone aside and focus on the road again.

Eventually, I reach my cabin by the muddy trail that's barely visible between the trees. Rocco's vehicle is already there, a Mercedes-AMG G-Class. So he came prepared for rough terrain.

I glance at my phone. The security cameras show that Rocco is alone, which is interesting. He's sitting calmly on the couch inside the cabin, waiting for me.

So he found me after all.

Point to him.

I put so much effort into making sure this place couldn't be found, ensuring no one would ever track me here, but that was naïve. They say the mafia can find anyone if they truly set their minds to it, and I’m a traitor; in our family, betrayal has always been punished with death. So, I’m not surprised they’re here again.

I take my gun in hand, then kick the door open with one hard strike and step inside.

The moment Rocco sees me, he bursts into laughter.

His face, split by that deep scar, twists into something grotesque whenever he laughs, making him look almost inhuman.

"Wow. You got here really fast. I barely had time to make myself comfortable." He gestures around the cabin. "You really didn't settle that far from Renato. Dumb, Mauro. Really dumb. All it took was a little observation from a distance, and we had you."