Page 68 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

"Sienna!" I cried out, my voice breaking with relief. Tears rushed down my face. "Are you okay?"

Sienna’s eyes met mine, bloodshot and filled with fear. She smiled weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “I will be… once we leave here.”

Orson approached slowly; his eyes filled with hatred as he towered over me. Something twisted inside me as I met his gaze.

“You look exactly like my sister Alma,” he said softly, his voice tinged with malice. “You are truly her reincarnation.”

My stomach twisted as Orson dragged a chair closer and sat, his posture casual, as if telling a story.

“Would you like to hear how Alma died?” he asked with a sickening sarcasm in his voice.

My blood ran cold. I nodded stiffly, unable to speak. My heart pounded in my chest, every word from him threatening to shatter everything I thought I knew.

Orson’s face twisted with jealousy, and his eyes darkened.

“I’ve always been jealous of her. Despite being adopted, Alma was loved. She had everything. And her love for Aidan? That’s what got her killed.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I shook my head in disbelief.

“How could you? ...”

“You see, Alma was never meant to marry Aidan,” Orson interrupted, his voice low and venomous. “He was a member of a rival vampire clan. A power struggle. Your beloved Aidan... He didn’t belong with her. But Alma was stubborn. She got her way, even with our father. Eventually, he softened, and he gave in to her. He let her marry him.”

The rage bubbled inside me, but I couldn’t speak.

“You are heartless. You killed your own sister,” I spat, my voice filled with disgust.

Orson’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it.

“I didn’t kill her.” His voice dropped lower. “I only made sure the coast was clear.”

My stomach turned, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place, and then the horror of his next words struck me like a lightning bolt.

“The one who killed Alma,” Orson continued, his voice now a chilling whisper, “is someone close to Aidan.”

“What!”

Chapter Seventeen

Finn

Iwatched the tablet screen, heart pounding as the tracker beeped. Amelia was headed toward Zampalan Park. But I noticed something odd.

“Dammit, she has left Zampalan park” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel. I pulled the car out of the parking lot and tapped my phone to dial Aidan.

It rang once, then twice.

“Aidan, it’s Finn,” I said as soon as he picked up. “She’s on the move.”

“What do you mean she’s on the move?” Aidan’s voice crackled through the line.

“The tracker indicates that Amelia just left Zampalan Park. We need to act now. I’m following the tracker.”

“Stay on her. I’ll get my people in place. Share your location. My underlings will follow you from there,” Aidan said, his voice tight.

I hit the GPS location and shared it, my pulse racing with every passing minute. I couldn’t lose Amelia. I wouldn’t let her slip through our fingers.

The seconds stretched as the road blurred past me. I drove with purpose, keeping the tracker’s signal in sight, making sure nothing stood in my way.

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