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The hunters reached the farmhouse too late.Jax stepped out of the tactical truck and surveyed the yard, trampled dirt, the wind still carrying the echo of rotor blades long gone. The place felt stripped bare, as if whatever had happened here had ripped the air in half and left nothing but tension behind.Ethan, the farmer, sat on the porch steps with his head in his hands, mumbling half-formed curses at the night, at himself, at whoever had taken Pandora. One of the hunters tried to give him water. Another attempted to walk him through a statement, but the man wasn’t hearing anything. He was shaking with the kind of terror and fury only humans felt, raw, messy, blind.Jax didn’t judge him for it. He didn’t pity him either.“He’s not our concern,” Jax muttered as he walked past.Hunter Hale fell into step beside him. “He saw everything.”“He saw nothing useful,” Jax corrected. “Lucian was here. That’s all that matters.”The farmhouse door hung crooked on one hinge, the frame splintere
Pandora sat on the edge of the bed Ethan had built with his own hands, tears pressing at the back of her eyes, though she didn’t let any fall. The quiet of the little house felt wrong now, too sharp, too thin. The ruined nursery still lived behind her eyelids every time she blinked, splintered wood, torn blankets, the kind of violation that changed a person.Ethan moved through the room with soft steps, giving her space but staying close enough that she knew she wasn’t alone. He’d been doing that for days. He hadn’t asked for explanations she couldn’t give, hadn’t pressured her for truths she wasn’t ready to voice. He just held her when she froze, kept watch when she flinched at shadows, and reassured her when he thought she might be spiraling.He was a good man. A steady man. The kind of man who’d make a gentle father even in the middle of chaos.And she was about to break his heart.Pandora pressed her palms to her face, taking a long breath. “Ethan… I think I need to go away for a
The elite guard assembled in the training yard before sunrise, armor strapped tight, eyes sharp, bodies coiled and ready. Good. They needed to be. Whatever was stirring in the shadows of the Kingdom wasn’t going to die quietly.“Again,” I ordered, pacing the line. “Harder. Faster. If you can’t keep up, you won’t keep anything safe, least of all your King, your Queen, or mine.”They didn’t argue.They pushed harder.I wasn’t really thinking about training.I was thinking about the red paint splashed across our walls, the jeers Sophie and Shiloh endured, and the way the crowd had turned ugly with barely any provocation.Something was waking up in this Kingdom, something we’d let stay dormant far too long.When the drill ended, sweat steamed off armor as the elite regrouped around me.“Any movement on the paint?” I asked.The captain nodded once. “Three names flagged, sir. Two artists. One older man is on the edge of the market district. We’ve verified where the artists got their supplie
(Jax’s POV)Abel lay strapped to the reinforced table, his breath shallow, his chest rising just enough to prove he wasn’t dead. He should’ve been. A human in his condition would’ve stopped breathing days ago. But wolves were stubborn creatures. Their bodies clung to life as if it were a contest.Perfect for testing.“Note the recovery rate,” I said, folding my arms as two lab techs hovered over the warrior.They scribbled frantically.The gaping wound in Abel’s side, courtesy of the last round, was already stitching closed before my eyes. Not neat. Not fast. But real. Ten minutes ago, you could’ve seen bone. Now it looked like a deep cut.Incredible.“This is what Lucian never understood,” I murmured. “He wanted more hunters. Modified hunters. Engineered hunters. But the real key is studying the wolves. Finding the limits.”One scientist nodded, sweat on his brow. “Sir, his vitals are stabilizing again. It isn’t natural.”“Oh, I agree,” I said, stepping closer. “But who cares about n
The rogues returned to the stronghold before dawn, streaked with dust and blood, victorious and loud.Another pack swallowed. Another Alpha forced to kneel before Malik or be torn apart.Most chose to kneel.A few didn’t.Their bodies were still cooling on the stones outside.I stepped through the hall with Scarlett in my arms, and the rogues parted without being told. Not because I asked. Because they feared me.Feared what I’d done.Feared what I would do again.The new pack members kept stealing looks at me, some curious, others terrified. The smart ones lowered their eyes the moment my gaze hit them.Good.Fear was the only language rogues understood.Scarlett stirred, soft and warm in her little blanket. Malik had insisted on wrapping her in one of his old shirts, saying the pup slept better to the scent of her father. I didn’t argue. Scarlett calmed near him in a way she never did near me.She was my daughter. I loved her fiercely. I would tear down kingdoms for her. But the coo
(Xavier’s POV)I hadn’t even taken two steps inside my office before Ronan slammed the door behind us hard enough to rattle the hinges.“Did you see it?” Ronan growled.“Every damn stroke of it,” I said.Hunter scum.Wolf killers.Down with the King.Sprayed across a stone wall right outside the breakfast hall. Bold. Brazen. Suicidal.I’d woken in a haze of hangover and joy, Sophie glowing, smelling like us, our child in her belly, only to be greeted with treason before my first cup of tea.Ronan paced like a caged storm. “They think they can do this now? After everything? After Abel? After the rescue?”“They think we’ve gone soft,” I said coldly. “We give the hunters sanctuary, we protect humans, we take in children… and some of my own people think it makes us weak.”Ronan snorted. “Weak. Right.”I slammed my hand onto the table, maps and papers jumping. “We’re finding whoever did it. Today.”“Agreed.”We leaned over the table, fury and strategy mixing like blood in water.“The paint







