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~A Bullet In The Head~Carlos’s mansion blazed like a fortress. Spotlights beamed across the vast estate, casting shadows over the marble statues lining the driveway. All the guards were dressed in all black, they had rifles slung across their chests as they paced along the perimeter watching out for danger.Back in the house, Carlos Hugo stood before his mirror, strapped a bulletproof vest beneath his designer shirt. Sweat glistened on his temples. He wasn't sure of how the night would play out but he needed to be more than ready for it. He picked up a silver pistol from his dresser and loaded it with enough clicks. He was about to sip his glass of whiskey when his phone buzzed on the table beside him. He snatched it up."Where are you?" he barked.There was no reply, everything was static."Coward," he muttered, realizing his lawyer had fled.Unknown to him, there was something going on downstairs. One of the guards rushed in, "Sir... it's him."Carlos's face twisted instantly. "A

~Take Over~Carlos Hugo was feeling untouchable. The evening air hummed with music from the courtyard below his sprawling estate. He reclined in a velvet chair, his thick fingers were wrapped around a glass of twelve-year-old whiskey, a smug grin was etched across his aging face.Two of his men lounged near him—Rico and Benito, his most trusted bodyguards. They chuckled at a tasteless joke Carlos had just told about Andrès, completely oblivious to the fight coming.Carlos raised his glass. “To finally getting what I deserve. That empire will be mine. The boy never saw it coming.”As if summoned by karma itself, his phone buzzed relentlessly on the table beside him. The screen flashed with a name—Silvio.Carlos answered with a lazy tone, “This better be good.”But the moment Silvio’s panicked voice cracked through the receiver, his posture shifted. The color drained from his face.“Boss, he knows.”Carlos sat up. “What?”“Andrès. He knows everything… about Don Simon. The lawyer tipped

~Call Bruce~ Elena turned abruptly, her pulse quickening, heart thumping in her chest. For a brief second, fear clouded her eyes—until she recognized the man standing behind her. “Bruce,” she exhaled, placing a hand on her chest. “Did I scare you?” Bruce asked with a crooked smile. She let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Just a little.” Bruce was one of her most trusted legal informants, a discreet but sharp-minded ally who had helped her navigate the complex web of documentation surrounding her latest investigation. Without him, she wouldn’t have gotten half as far but this time, she owed all the credits to Clara. Moments later, Elena was dialing the secure number given to her by the person who’d hired her for this job. The meeting was arranged quickly, as usual, in a secret location—a dimly lit layout known only to a handful of operatives. When she arrived, two men were already waiting, disguised as always. They never introduced themselves, and

~I've Got Good News~ Elena stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the door Carlos had just disappeared through. Her pulse raced, her breath shallow. She hadn’t expected to see him here—at least not so suddenly, not without warning. There had been no exchange of words, no confrontation, just the fleeting moment when their eyes met before he turned and walked away, as if he’d seen a ghost. Clara approached, cutting through the club’s smoky haze with the ease of someone who belonged there. Though to others she appeared just another waitress, her role ran much deeper. Clara had been Elena’s eyes and ears inside this place for months now—discreet, reliable, and sharp as a blade. She leaned in close, brushing a hand lightly on Elena’s arm. “We can leave,” she said quietly. Elena nodded, still processing the moment that just happened. Together, they slipped out of the club and into the night, the cool air outside pressing against Elena’s skin like reality reclaiming its hold. The two women ma

~Touchè~ Elena sat curled up in the amber colored armchair of her small study, the rim of her coffee cup hovering just beneath her lips. The bitter liquid had long gone cold, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on the antique wall clock that ticked steadily in defiance of her rising anxiety. It was already past nine, and there was still nothing. No documents, no message, no confirmation—nothing from Bruce. She was extremely worried and the thought of him calling her sent shivers down her spine. The lamp on her desk cast a soft golden halo over the scattered papers and open folders. In the dim light, the sharp angles of her face were more pronounced, her tired eyes shadowed with worry. Her gaze fell on the worn photograph pinned to the corkboard above her desk—her sister, smiling beside a man whose face had been hastily scratched out in black ink. It was the only thing Elena hadn’t brought herself to throw away. With a weary sigh, she leaned back and rubbed her temples.

~24hrs~ Mateo sat hunched over in a leather chair, a glass of Grappa half-finished on the table beside him. His tailored black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his Sleek black hair hung in front of his eyes as he stared at the silent screen of his phone as if expecting a call. He rubbed his eyes hoping he didn't look as bad as he looked whenever he had sleepless nights. The silence broke suddenly with a sharp buzz. A name flashed across the screen: Elena. He answered without hesitation. "Well?" Mateo's voice was clipped, low, and impatient. On the other end, Elena sighed, tired but composed. "Still working on it." Mateo gritted his teeth. "Elena, you already have enough time.I need results, not excuses." "I'm not a magician,Mister. I'm really trying my best but you have to trust me." Mateo stood up abruptly, pacing the room. His bare feet padded across the cold wooden floor as he ran a hand through his hair. "You’ve got twenty-four hours? After that, I will fin

Sapphire's POVThe moment I jolted awake, I knew something was wrong.The pain wasn’t sharp like a wound or sudden like a cramp. It was a deep, rolling nausea that started in my spine and crept through my entire body like crawling fire. My bones ached and my skin burned. And my heart, gods, my heart felt like it was being pulled from my chest by invisible claws.I stumbled, collapsing to the ground with a loud thud. Kael was beside me in seconds.“Sapphire,” he whispered, gripping my shoulders. “What’s happening?”“I don’t know” I gasped, bile rising in my throat. “It hurts Kael, it hurts.”He looked into my eyes, and his face went pale. “The bond. He used blood magic.”My stomach turned again, this time not from the pain, but the truth of it. The insides of my stomach felt pulled to something ND all I could think of was Alberto. “We have to move. Now,” Kael said, already throwing our packs over his shoulder. “He’s close.”“But the child—” I clutched my belly, the baby stirring rest

Alberto’s POVThe moon was high and it casted an eerie glow on the road as I rode through the marshes alone. I had lied to everyone to leave the pack house. I needed to see a witch who would help me find Sapphire. The guards believed I was heading to the northern borders for council. Fools. I had no interest in politics tonight. My soul itched with rage, and my blood burned with the need to find her. At this point, I cared less about any other thing. She ran from me. From me. And no one runs from the Alpha Supreme without consequence.I reached the base of the Hollow Hills just before midnight. The trees parted like they were making way. A faint hum hung in the air. It sounded low and ancient. I dismounted and approached the stone arch carved with runes long forgotten by my kind. She was waiting.The witch I mean.She stood by a fire that burned without smoke. Her robes were dark, her face was veiled, but I could feel her eyes.“You came alone,” she confirmed.“This stays between

Sapphire's POVPain shot through my head like a dagger. My body seized. My throat burned as a scream tore out of me. I wasn’t awake. I wasn’t asleep. I was stuck.Flashes of the colour red clouded my eyes. After so much struggling, I could tell it was blood. It soaked the ground. Wolves howled in agony. Fire tore through trees. I tried to move, to speak, to do anything, but I couldn’t. My vision dragged me forward like it had a grip on my soul. Almost as if that was what was controlling me. Then I saw Gonzalo. He just stood there at the center of the madness, arms raised, chanting words I didn’t understand. Symbols glowed beneath his feet. Around him, wolves knelt, trembling in terror. Then, the sky cracked open. Something ancient and monstrous broke through. I could feel the power of it deep in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. Then I saw myself. But older. My stomach was rounder. And beside me stood a child. No more than six years old. Their eyes were glowing silver. The storm circl

Sapphire’s POVThe scent of herbs and smoke lingered in the air. I sat on the edge of the cot with the blanket pulled around my shoulders, watching Elira stir something thick and green over the fire. My ankle still throbbed, but that wasn’t what kept me restless. It was Kael. Kael stood near the doorway, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like he was waiting for me to do something stupid.“Elira,” I called out softly, “your son, what did he mean by ‘not much time left’?”Elira didn’t flinch at my question. She poured the mixture into a wooden bowl and walked over. “Drink this.”“That’s not an answer.”Kael’s voice cut through the room. “Stop asking questions you’re not ready to hear answers to.” he spoke sharply. I met his eyes. “Then explain it. Why the warning? Why are you both acting like I’m about to explode?”He turned away. “You wouldn’t believe it if we told you.”“Try me.”Elira sighed and gently placed the bowl in my hand. “Drink first.”“No,” I snapped. “Not until someone te

Alberto's POVI strode through the halls of the palace, my mind was a storm of unease. Sapphire was gone. No letter, no sign, nothing. It wasn’t like her. Even when she was angry with me, she never just disappeared. Something was wrong.“Find her,” I ordered my men, my voice sharp as steel. They nodded and scattered, knowing better than to waste time.I turned toward the main doors, intent on visiting her parents’ home. Perhaps they had heard from her. Perhaps—“Going somewhere, Alberto?”I stopped in my tracks, fists clenching at the sound of that voice. Gonzalo. He stood just inside the palace entrance, a smug grin stretching across his face. He always had a way of showing up at the worst times, like a vulture sensing weakness.“I don’t have time for you, Gonzalo,” I said through gritted teeth, stepping past him.He moved into my path, blocking me with an infuriatingly casual stance. “Looking for your runaway mate?” His smirk widened. “That must sting.”I grabbed him by the collar,

Sapphire's POV When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the warmth. It enveloped me, totally different from the biting cold of the forest. My eyelids felt heavy, like they had been glued shut, but I forced them open, blinking against the soft glow of firelight. I was no longer in the woods, no longer lying in the dirt. A thick woolen blanket was draped over me, and I could hear the crackling of logs in a nearby fireplace.I pushed myself up on my elbows, trying to make sense of where I was. My body ached, and a dull throb pulsed in my ankle, but it was my head that felt the worst—like someone had taken a hammer to it. The room around me was small but cozy, with rough wooden walls and a high-beamed ceiling. A few shelves lined one wall, cluttered with jars and herbs, and an old rocking chair sat in the corner.But there was no one here. I was alone. I tried to sit up fully, but the room spun violently, sending a wave of nausea through me. My hand flew to my head, and I groaned, sq

Neava Quinn“That was a nice play for a newbie,” Theo said when I finally caught up with them. He threw a weak smile over his shoulder before he and the others disappeared around a corner.I stood there, blinking at the empty space where they had been. They didn't even wait to speak to meThat’s when I saw Malik. He was standing with Mrs. Ivy. They were having a serious talk, too private for me to interrupt. Not like I would anyways.I wasn’t ready for another confusing talk or one of Mrs. Ivy’s mysterious smiles. So I changed direction fast, pretending I hadn’t seen them. The rest of the day moved slowly after that. I didn’t see the boys again, not even in the hallways before school ended.When I finally got home, Malik was already there. He was sitting stiffly at the desk across from my father. Both of their faces were serious, making the air in the room thick.“Sweetheart.” My mother came out of the kitchen. Her

Neava QuinnMy lips trembled. That face—impossible to mistake. It was her.I’d seen her before—once, twice, maybe more. Always in my dreams. The ones that clung to me long after I woke. She terrified me then, and seeing her now, real and solid, chilled me to the bone.What unsettled me most was how I couldn’t remember the dreams themselves, yet her face was carved into my memory like a scar.She crossed the space between us and pulled me into her arms. Her embrace was firm—too firm that I pushed her back, just enough to show I wasn’t accepting it. She steadied herself, smiled like she’d expected that, like she knew more than I did.

Neava QuinnI was only doing what River said. Not like I truly get my role, I didn't even belong yet. The stick felt foreign in my hand, the clothes like I was disguising. But I went on. It was easier than asking questions. Especially since I already joined the team.As I slipped out of my shirt, Mrs. Ivy’s voice still echoed in my head, swaying like a spell I couldn't shut out.They aren’t as gentle as they look. You must take them before they think they can take you, Naeva.Take them. Or be taken.Her words clutched me even as the fabric brushed over my skin.Then—A sharp whistle tore through my swirling thoughts, a reminder that River was still waiting outside.“Naeva!” River’s voice is sharp like a whip. He barged into the changing room before I even had time to respond.He tensed the instant our eyes met. His lips parted, but no words formed. His gaz

RiverThe night moved like chains across my chest. It was the longest I’ve endured. Sleep came only in bits, snapping apart whenever I closed my eyes. Every time I drifted, Naeva’s face burned in my mind.Her confusion. The fear of not being able to protect her, as we've sworn years back.Can she handle what she's about to find out? If she can’t handle it, it could destroy her. If it wasn't just about her, the pack. Our pack, the last that existed on the surface of the human world, would be destroyed too.If we keep quiet, it will destroy all of us. That thought ran through my mind until the early hours of the morning.When I finally slipped into unconsciousness, I don’t think an hour had passed before the cold mercilessly woke me. Bitter. Biting. It bites through even the duvet, pricking my skin like ice pins. I sat up, my body tense, and my mind heavy.Theo’s voice broke the silence. “We’ve forgotten something.” he didn't let me shake off the sleep in my eyes.His tone was firm,

Naeva Quinn“Naeva, this isn’t right. Your attitude keeps getting confusing. We need to talk. I'm your father.” My father’s voice was sharper than I’d ever heard it. No softness, no patience. Just too serious.I didn’t turn. My chest was hot, my voice went flat. “Did you not already assign me a bodyguard? Or isn’t he doing his job?”I said, moving past him, straight inside, cutting off whatever reply he had. But he didn't drop his stance, his voice followed behind me.“Naeva.”But I didn’t, I wouldn’t listen. My steps took me to my room, and the moment the door closed, I let my body fall into the bed. The sheets caught, just perfectly, I needed them to anchor me, to keep me from swaying out of myself.Silence clutched me. Then my stomach growled. Loud. A reminder that I hadn’t eaten all day. But the thought of stepping outside, of crossing paths with Dad, maybe my mother, kept me pinned. I’d rather starve than face him in the kitchen, beneath those sharp stares.I closed my eyes and

Theo“Let’s talk outside,” my voice lowered as I spoke to Jax.The heat inside the room vanished as the air outside, but with its coldness, it almost cut my skin. Jax joined me almost immediately, shoulders balanced, waiting for me to speak.“Hey, guys.” Camden’s voice came in. He walked over casually, oblivious of the fact that he might have words into a serious conversation.He was about to enter when Jax snapped, “Keep your voice down.”Camden frowned. “What’s happening here?”I hesitated, but the words fell out, “Uhmm… she’s inside.”“Who is inside? You guys, why are you not speaking clearly?” he asked, eyes moving. He already knew but wanted someone to say it. If Camden was guilty about something, it was about his fear o