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~Belinda's POV
It was almost dark, and still nothing from Richard. I sat up, pacing from one end to the other. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. My chest was heavy with anger, with jealousy, with fear. Every time I thought about Lisa, my stomach twisted. She was ruining everything, my life, my bond with the Alphas, the balance I fought so hard to keep.
The door burst open suddenly, and Richard stumbled in. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his temples. He was panting, gasping for air like he'd been running.
"Richard," I snapped, spinning toward him. "What are you doing in my room like this? And why do you look like death itself? Did you finish the job? Did you do what I told you?"
He shook his head quickly, his eyes darting everywhere but me. His chest rose and fell like a hammer.
"No…no, I couldn't," he stammered, his voice trembling. "She ran. Lisa…she ran away from me. I… I couldn't catch her. Please, Luna, I can't do this. I can't."
