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I don’t answer. How can I when I’m not sure of the answer myself?

Everything is moving too fast. It’s like the world has been tilted on its axis and I don’t know which way is up.

“You’re starting to scare me now. You have that look, one I haven’t seen since Cecilia.”

I close my eyes. “Please don’t say her name.”

“But Violet’s my sister, Ashford. Mysister.And it’s not like you can give her what she wants.”

“Why not? I can be a good mate. I have money, a good paying career. I’ll be faithful, and?—”

“Vi wants a big family.”

Panic swirls up. Oh no, not that. “I can’t. You know I can’t. I can’t have kids.”

“It doesn’t matter now because you bit her. You can’t get out of it. You’re going to have to tell Violet the truth,” he says. “Talk to her.”

I swallow. “I will. When I can.”

“As soon as you can. She may not think so,but her happiness is important, too,” he says. “And now, as her mate, that’s your responsibility.”

Shit.

“I’ll talk to her.”

Heath nods, seeming satisfied, then turns to leave. I watch him go, letting out a slow breath as the weight of it all settles over me.

I just don’t know if Violet’s happiness and me being in her life can exist at the same time.

Breaking news, Hivemind!

Some of you may have seen the dashing Dominic Stockton emerging from the Monarch’s maze with a bruised cheek and split lip. Everyone’s been buzzing about what could have happened to him.

But did you see the Gardeners appear after? With one Asher St. James and a very windswept, dewy-eyed Violet in tow?

And guess who’s now sporting a very fresh and swollen…

MARK?

Looks like we may never know what actually went down in that maze, but one thing’s for sure, Hivemind…

Mr. Emporia wasn’t going to give up his Luxe Omega without a fight.

And now the two are destined for a mating ceremony!

Looks like the Monarch chose right when she made Miss V this Season’s Luxe because what an exciting turn of events!

I’ll be keeping a sharp eye out. Details to come!

- Queen Bee

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

Violet

Idon’t know what’s wrong with me. My head’s being pulled in so many directions, and I can’t concentrate.

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