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Blood and Betrayal.

Alessandro’s POV

After Aurora entered her room and closed the door, I slipped my hand into my pocket as I walked away. Leonardo walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"What's up with you today, Alessandro?"

I shook his hand off, trying to appear nonchalant. "Nothing, just tired, I guess."

Leonardo raised an eyebrow.

"Tired?

You've been acting strange all day. Is everything okay?"

I sighed, trying to brush him off.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just leave it alone, Leonardo."

But Leonardo didn't let up.

"Alessandro, come on. You can tell me. Is it something to do with Aurora?"

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. How did he know? I tried to play it cool, but Leonardo's piercing gaze saw right through me.

"What are you talking about?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice came out strained.

Leonardo's eyes narrowed.

"Don't play dumb, Alessandro. I've seen the way you look at her. You despise her, don't you?"

My face grew hot with anger and hatred. How dare he accuse me of this? But deep down, I knew he was right.

I was consumed by a fierce disdain for Aurora, a loathing that I couldn't explain.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart beating with animosity. How did he know? I tried to play it cool, but Leonardo's piercing gaze saw right through me.

"What are you talking about?" I spat, my voice venomous.

My face twisted in a snarl.

"So what if I do?" I sneered, trying to deflect my true feelings.

"She's just a stepsister, Leonardo. A constant reminder of my father's betrayal."

Leonardo's face turned serious.

"Alessandro, you need to be careful. Your hatred for Aurora is palpable, and it's not healthy."

I bristled at his words, feeling a surge of resentment.

"Mind your own business, Leonardo. I can handle my feelings."

Leonardo's expression turned serious.

"Alessandro, you need to be careful. Aurora is innocent, and she doesn't need someone like you complicating her life."

I bristled at his words, feeling a surge of defensiveness.

"Someone like me?

What's that supposed to mean?"

Leonardo's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense.

"You know exactly what I mean, Alessandro.

Leonardo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger.

"You're known for being reckless and selfish.

Aurora deserves better," he said, his voice serious.

He crossed his arms, staring at Alessandro.

Alessandro smirked, his smile cold.

"Keep your stepsister away from me. Otherwise, she might get….hurt,"

He said, his eyes gleaming with a threatening intensity.

He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing, before turning and walking away, leaving Leonardo standing alone, his face set in a determined frown.

I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I ripped off my leather jacket and flung it onto the bed, my anger and frustration evident in the way it landed with a crumpled thud.

"What the hell is my father thinking of, bringing someone else's child into our pack just because he's married to her mother?"

I muttered to myself, my hands clenched into fists.

"Ugh!"

I tried to unbutton my shirt, my fingers trembling with rage, but struggled to undo the buttons.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Leonardo and his little stepsister, Aurora.

I couldn't believe my father would do this to me, to our pack.

Just then, a knock at the door broke the silence.

I growled, my eyes fixed on the door, my chest heaving with pent-up anger.

"Who is it?"

"It's Beta Marcus, sir," a timid voice replied from the other side of the door.

"There's been a... a murder at the pack. A beta's body was found near the fence."

My eyes widened in shock, my anger momentarily forgotten.

I walked to the door, flinging it open to reveal a nervous-looking Beta Marcus.

"What? Who was it?"

I demanded, my voice low and urgent.

Marcus swallowed hard, his eyes looking around the room before focusing on me.

"It was Beta Rachel, sir. She was... she was found with her throat ripped out."

“Lets go."

I followed Beta Marcus to the crime scene immediately, my heart beatng with anticipation.

When we arrived, I could see the body of Beta Rachel, her throat ripped out. I felt a surge of anger and sadness.

She was a good beta, loyal and hardworking.

"Take the body for examination," I ordered, my voice firm.

I walked around the crime scene, observing the area.

It didn't look like an outside job. The wounds were too precise, too calculated.

This was an inside job.

As I observed the crime scene, Marcus returned, his eyes serious.

"Sir, the doctor is ready for the examination."

I nodded, following him to the examination room.

When we arrived, everyone present bowed their heads in respect. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the body.

"Start," I ordered, my voice firm.

The examiner began, his hands moving quickly and precisely.

I watched, my eyes fixed on the body. When they were done, the examiner turned to me.

"Well, Sir, Alessandro it looks like the killer was someone she knew.

There are no signs of struggle or defense wounds."

I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities.

“Someone she knew?"

I repeated, my eyes furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

The examiner hesitated, his eyes dropping.

"Well, sir, it looks like the killer was someone she trusted.

There are no signs of struggle or defense wounds.

She was killed quickly, with precision."

I growled, my mind racing with possibilities.

Who could it be?

One of our own pack members? I couldn't believe it.

"Get me a list of everyone who was in contact with her in the past 24 hours,"

I ordered, my voice serious.

The Marcus nodded, his eyes serious.

"Yes, Sir. I'll get right on it."

I turned, my eyes looking the room. I knew I had to find out who did this, and fast. Before they struck again.

Just then, Marcus returned and approached me, his eyes serious.

"Sir, I've found something."

I turned to him, my eyes furrowed

"What is it?"

Marcus hesitated, his eyes dropping.

"It's a piece of torn fabric, caught in a bush near the crime scene.

It looks like it came from a leather jacket."

My eyes widened, my mind racing with possibilities.

A leather jacket? That was a rare sight in our pack.

"Show me."

I growled, my voice low and menacing.

Marcus nodded, leading me to the bush.

I saw the torn fabric, my eyes furrowing.

This was no ordinary leather jacket. This was a jacket worn by one person alone. Leonardo.

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