Page 49 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

The camera zoomed in. One of the attackers’ hoods slipped back, revealing his face.

“Pause it,” Aidan stiffened.

“Okay sir,” he said as he froze the frame.

Aidan leaned closer, eyes narrowing.

“I can’t believe this, it’s Orson…” Aidan said as clenched his fist.

“Who the hell is Orson?” I asked.

Chapter Twelve

Aidan

The security guard hesitated, glancing between Julian and me.

“Leave us. Now,” Julian said, his voice calm but firm.

The guard nodded, clearly sensing the tension in the room, and quickly exited, closing the door behind him. The room fell silent, the weight of what was about to be revealed pressing down on all of us.

“What the hell is going on?” Finn snapped.

Amelia sat on the edge of a chair, her hands trembling slightly, her eyes darting between Julian, Finn, and me.

I took a deep breath, my gaze settling on Amelia.

“Orson,” I began, my voice low and steady, “is Alma’s brother.”

Amelia’s eyes widened, and Finn’s head snapped toward me.

“Alma?” Finn asked, his voice sharp. “Who the hell is Alma?”

“She was Aidan’s wife… over a century ago. And I’m her reincarnation,” Amelia’s voice was barely a whisper as she answered.

“What?” Finn’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief.

“Orson was responsible for Alma’s death. He betrayed her, betrayed us, and sided with a rival vampire clan. They attacked us, and…” My voice faltered, the memory of that night was still raw, even after all these years. “I killed him. I watched him die. Julian was there…he saw it too.”

“It’s true. I witnessed Orson’s death myself. There’s no way he could have survived,” Julian stepped forward, his tone grim.

“But if he’s dead…, how is he here now?” Amelia’s breath hitched; her eyes filled with tears.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my fists clenching at my sides. “I don’t understand how he’s alive, but he is. And he’s after you, Amelia.”

Finn shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“This is insane. How do we even know this Orson guy is back? Maybe it’s someone else pretending to be him.”

“It’s Orson. There’s no mistaking it. And if he’s alive, it means something or someone brought him back. We need to figure out how and why,” Julian stepped forward, his tone calm but authoritative.

“In my dream… Alma warned me. She said something terrible is coming, and if we don’t stop it, the people I love will die,” Amelia’s voice trembled as she spoke.

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Finn’s expression softened as he looked at her, his protective instincts clearly kicking in.

“We’re not going to let that happen,” he said firmly, his gaze locking onto mine. “Whether you like it or not, Aidan, I’m not going anywhere. Amelia’s safety is just as important to me as it is to you.”

I clenched my jaw, the tension between us palpable. But now wasn’t the time for our rivalry. Amelia was in danger, and we needed to work together to protect her.

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