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作者: Night Raven
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-03 08:57:24

Declan's POV

I slipped in through the window with the same practiced ease I had used a thousand times before. My boots landed silently against the floor, the faint thud masked by the wind outside. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender, the mixture of hospital sterility and the nurse’s ridiculous habit of leaving sachets under my pillow as though herbs could cure what burned in my veins.

The black attire clung to me like a second skin, damp with sweat and blood. It was suffocating now, reminding me of the things I had just done. The adrenaline was fading, leaving only the ache in my muscles and the dull sting of the knife wound along my stomach. I moved quickly, my fingers tugging at the fabric, peeling it from me as though the clothes themselves carried the guilt.

I bundled them together in my hands, every stitch soaked with evidence. The faint smear of another man’s blood was painted across the hem. If anyone found them, questions would come, questions I couldn’t affor
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  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   174

    Rhett's POV I sat behind my desk staring at the reports Killian and Colt had just dropped in front of me. Adrian Wilder Corporation's stock had taken a nosedive, Meridian was scrambling to distance themselves, and the leaked files were already making rounds in every finance chat that mattered. It was a clean kill. They had done exactly what I sent them to do. Killian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "We didn't even have to raise our voices much. Declan’s dirt did the heavy lifting." Colt dropped into the chair across from me, stretching his legs out. "Guy's face when his shares started tanking was priceless. Like someone kicked his favorite dog." I nodded once. "Good work." Nikolai lingered by the window, hands in his pockets. He waited until Killian and Colt filed out before he spoke. "You need to ease up on Declan." I looked up sharp. "Not now." "Yes, now," he said, voice steady. "He didn't go behind your back to hurt you. He did it to protect you. To protect all

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   173

    Declan's POV I rolled the bike into the garage beside Colt’s and killed the engine. The quiet after all that roar felt heavy, like the night itself was holding its breath. My knuckles were scraped, lip split, but the adrenaline still buzzed under my skin in a good way. Colt swung off his bike, pulled off his helmet, and grinned at me through the dim light. “That was exactly what I needed,” he said. “Me too.” I handed him the spare key. “Thanks for the escape route.” He pocketed it and clapped my shoulder. “Anytime you need to punch some idiots or outrun your feelings, you know where I keep the bikes.” I laughed once. “Night, Colt.” “Night, Dec. Try not to get murdered by the alpha before breakfast.” I flipped him off as he headed toward the guest wing. I stayed in the garage a minute longer, letting the cool air settle on my face, wiping blood from my lip with the back of my hand. The house was dark, most of the pack asleep or pretending to be. I didn’t want to deal with anyon

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   172

    Colt's POV I climbed the pull-down ladder to the garage attic and flipped on the single bulb that swung from the rafter. The place smelled like oil, dust, and old leather, exactly what I needed after the last forty-eight hours of flights, boardrooms, and pack drama. My motorcycle sat in pieces across the tarp-covered floor, half-assembled from the last time I tore it down for a tune-up. Tools were scattered everywhere, sockets in coffee cans, wrenches lined up like soldiers. I needed this. The focus. The grease under my nails. The roar that drowned out everything else. I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed the torque wrench, and started bolting the new exhaust manifold into place. The metal was cold, satisfying. Click, turn, click, turn. My mind went blank in the best way. Footsteps creaked on the ladder behind me. I didn’t look up until arms slid around my waist from behind and a chin hooked over my shoulder. “Thanks,” Declan said quietly against my back. I paused mid-turn. “For wha

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   171

    Nikolai's POV I hit the airport exit at ninety miles an hour, tires chirping as I took the curve too fast. The clock on the dash read 5:47 a.m. and I still had twenty minutes before Killian and Colt’s flight landed. I hadn’t slept. I’d been up all night watching the guild’s encrypted channel like a hawk and pacing the war room while Rhett pretended to read reports and actually just growled at the walls. I parked crooked across two spaces in the short-term lot and jogged inside, hoodie up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The arrivals board said ON TIME. Good. I found a spot by the international gate and waited, bouncing on the balls of my feet like a kid. The second the doors slid open and I saw Killian’s dark head above the crowd I broke into a stupid grin. He spotted me, dropped his bag, and I was across the space in three strides. I slammed into him hard enough to lift him off his feet, arms around his neck, mouth on his before he could even say hello. He laughed into t

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   170

    Colt's POV I adjusted my cufflinks in the mirror of the hotel suite and checked the knot of my tie one last time. Black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie clip, just the way Killian liked it when we wanted to look expensive and dangerous. He was already at the door, hands in his pockets, looking calm as death. “Ready?” he asked. “Born ready,” I said, flashing the grin that got me out of more fights than it started. We walked into the private dining room at The Langham like we owned the place. The maître d’ tried to stop us, saw the look on Killian’s face, and stepped aside without a word. Smart man. The room went quiet the second we crossed the threshold. Adrian Wilder was at the head of the table, mid-sentence, wine glass halfway to his lips. The Meridian executives flanked him, all suits and nervous smiles. The moment Adrian’s eyes landed on Killian the glass froze. “Killian,” he said, voice flat. Killian smiled like a shark. “Adrian. Fancy seeing you here.” I stepped up besi

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   169

    Declan's POV I sat on the floor of the old archive room with my back against a shelf of crumbling ledgers and my laptop balanced on my knees. The only light came from the screen and a single candle I wasn’t supposed to have. I typed the cipher I hadn’t used in four years, fingers moving on muscle memory alone. Matteo, Parley requested. Old laws. Neutral ground. One hour of words, no blades. Name the place. — D I hit send and watched the little encrypted packet disappear into the dark web relay. My heart was beating too hard, but I kept my breathing steady. Old habits. Three minutes later the reply blinked onto the screen. Little wolf returns. Midnight. The abandoned church at Harrow Crossing. Come alone or the offer dies. — M I stared at the words until they blurred. Harrow Crossing was two hours south, right on the edge of no-man’s-land between pack territories. Perfect neutral ground. Also perfect place to disappear forever if this went wrong. I closed the laptop a

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