Chapter 3: The Stranger in the Wolf's Den
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Chapter Three
The House of Wolves
The first thing she noticed was the silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The kind of silence that felt like the entire world was holding its breath.
Her eyes slowly opened, staring at a ceiling she didn’t recognize.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
She simply lay there, trying to understand where she was.
The last thing she remembered was—
Nothing.
A sharp frown crossed her face.
That was the problem.
She remembered pieces. A feeling. A voice. A strange presence following her.
But the details were gone, like someone had carefully erased them from her mind.
She pushed herself upright, immediately noticing the unfamiliar room around her.
It was enormous.
Too enormous.
The bed beneath her felt softer than anything she had ever touched. Dark curtains covered tall windows that stretched almost to the ceiling. Expensive paintings decorated the walls, and every piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a palace rather than a normal home.
But something about the room made her uncomfortable.
It wasn’t beautiful.
It was intimidating.
Like the room itself was warning her.
Slowly, she stood.
Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
Before she could search for an answer, a soft knock came from the door.
She immediately turned.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a woman stepped inside.
She looked to be in her late fifties, dressed neatly in a black and white maid uniform. Her expression was polite, but her eyes carried something else.
Concern.
Fear.
Maybe even pity.
“Good morning, Miss,” the woman said.
She narrowed her eyes.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Elena. I take care of this household.”
“This household?”
The maid hesitated for a second.
“Yes.”
A cold feeling settled in her stomach.
“Whose house is this?”
The woman looked away.
That answer alone told her everything.
“Please,” Elena said softly. “You should come downstairs. They are waiting for you.”
“They?”
The maid didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
Somehow, she already knew.
The people waiting downstairs were the reason she was here.
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The mansion was even more intimidating outside the room.
Every hallway seemed endless. Every corner held secrets.
As Elena guided her through the house, she noticed the guards.
Men dressed in black.
Silent.
Watching.
They weren’t ordinary security.
They moved like soldiers.
She stopped walking for a moment.
“Am I a prisoner?”
Elena looked surprised by the question.
“No.”
“Then why does this place feel like one?”
The maid studied her carefully.
“Because everyone who enters this house learns one thing.”
“And what is that?”
Elena lowered her voice.
“The Moretti family does not let go of what belongs to them.”
Her expression hardened.
That was not comforting.
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The dining room was massive.
A long table sat in the center, decorated with expensive silverware and untouched plates of food.
At the end of the table sat two men.
Twins.
She knew immediately.
They were identical in appearance, but completely different in presence.
The first one looked calm.
Almost dangerously calm.
His dark eyes watched her like he was already ten steps ahead.
Lucian Moretti.
The second leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
Unlike his brother, he looked like chaos wearing a human face.
Valentino Moretti.
The Mafia twins.
The men people whispered about.
The men whose names were never spoken carelessly.
She refused to show fear.
Instead, she walked forward.
“Interesting way to invite someone over.”
Valentino’s lips curved.
“She has a sharp tongue.”
Lucian remained expressionless.
“You woke up faster than expected.”
She stared at him.
“That’s because I don’t enjoy sleeping in strange houses owned by strangers.”
A small silence followed.
Then Valentino laughed.
Actually laughed.
“I like her.”
Lucian ignored him.
“You should sit.”
“I’d rather stand.”
His eyes lifted toward hers.
For the first time, something changed in his expression.
Interest.
“You still don’t understand your situation.”
“And you still don’t understand mine.”
Valentino leaned forward, amused.
“Careful. Most people don’t speak to us like that.”
“Then most people are boring.”
The twins exchanged a glance.
A silent conversation passed between them.
She noticed.
And that bothered her more than anything.
They didn’t need words to understand each other.
That made them dangerous.
Lucian finally spoke.
“You were brought here because there are questions that need answers.”
“Questions about what?”
“About you.”
Her expression changed slightly.
“Me?”
Valentino smiled.
“Everyone has secrets.”
“And you think I’m one of yours?”
Lucian’s gaze never left hers.
“No.”
A pause.
“I think you’re someone else’s secret.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
She stared at them.
“What does that mean?”
Neither twin answered immediately.
Instead, Lucian placed a file on the table.
Her name was written on it.
Her heartbeat slowed.
Because she knew something was wrong.
Very wrong.
She had never seen that file before.
But someone had spent years collecting information about her.
Photos.
Records.
Details she had never told anyone.
She looked back at the twins.
“Why do you have this?”
Valentino’s smile disappeared.
Lucian’s voice remained calm.
“Because the person who created that file died three days ago.”
Silence.
“And before he died,” Lucian continued, “he left one message.”
Her fingers tightened.
“What message?”
Lucian looked directly into her eyes.
“He said…”
A pause.
“Protect her before the person who marked her finds her first.”
For the first time since waking up, she felt something she hated.
Uncertainty.
Because she had spent her entire life believing she knew who she was.
But sitting across from the Moretti twins, she realized something terrifying.
Someone else knew her better than she knew herself.
And they were coming for her.
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