เข้าสู่ระบบDAMON’S POVI wasn’t blind. I could smell trouble simmering long before it boiled over. And I definitely wasn’t stupid enough to miss the storm brewing around Dorian Redclad. Someone had sunk their claws into his pack, and the blood was fresh.I should have hated it. Should have felt robbed. Destroying Dorian was supposed to be my kill—mine alone. Yet a dark part of me savored every headline, every scream echoing from their territory. The bastard deserved worse. Still, the satisfaction tasted bitter. Because it wasn’t my hand that delivered the blow.“Penny for your thoughts, Dam.”I didn’t turn. I knew that voice—light, teasing, edged with steel.Ariela stepped into the room behind me, heels clicking softly on marble. I waited until she was close enough for her perfume—jasmine and something sharper—to curl around me before I faced her.She wore a simple green sundress today, short sleeves, soft fabric skimming her frame. Elegant. Innocent. The perfect picture of a princess. Anyone el
SORAYA’S POV“How could you?!”That was the first thing he said when he yanked open the car door and stepped out, dragging me with him.This was already better than being trapped inside the car.The entire ride he had kept me on his lap—right there in the passenger seat like I belonged to him—while the open town buzzed around us. People stared. Whispers spread. My face burned hotter than the Nairobi sun. But Damon never cared who watched. He lived like the rest of the world didn’t exist.He had leaned in close before we even left Geraldina’s shop, voice rumbling low against my ear. “If you don’t get in willingly, I’ll bend you over the hood and fuck you right here where everyone can see.”I got in.Now we stood in the courtyard of the mansion. He gripped my wrist so tight pain shot up my arm. I yanked back. His fingers only tightened more.“And you made me look like a fool in front of my sister,” he growled.My fists clenched until my knuckles turned white. Fuck him for making me look
SORAYA’S POV“Oh, Mr. Nicholus, welcome to my humble little empire!” Geraldina sprang upright like someone had hit her with a cattle prod, her earlier teasing forgotten the second that velvet-gravel voice cut through the chatter.The shop wasn’t exactly private anyway, half the customers could probably recite our entire conversation but right now every eye in the place was pretending not to stare at the man who had just stepped inside. But I could see their judgement in how their eyes were dancing around him, from head to toe.Black leather jacket, worn soft at the elbows and shoulders, stretched tight across a chest that looked carved from granite. Faded black jeans hugged long legs, heavy motorcycle boots scuffed from real miles, not fashion. Silver rings glinted on nearly every finger, skulls, serpents, a wicked-looking crescent blade. A thin silver chain disappeared beneath the open collar of his black Henley, hinting at more ink hidden underneath. Tattoos crawled up the side of
SORAYA’S POV“A disastrous moment for the Redclad Pack after a sudden and violent assault claimed the lives of ten pack members and left five critically wounded, including the pack's Beta, who is currently receiving emergency treatment....”I nearly choked on the water. It burned down my throat as my gaze jerked to the massive television bolted high on the wall of Geraldina’s ice-cream shop."You like the show?"Goddess, I had forgotten she was even there."What the hell is going on?" I slammed the glass onto the table; water splashed across the polished wood. My eyes stayed glued to the screen as I rounded on her. She had just waved off her last customer and now leaned on the counter, smirking at me like she had won the lottery."They’re finally getting what they deserve for every single thing they did to you." Geraldina scooped another generous spoonful of mint chocolate chip and popped it into her mouth, eyes glittering with malicious glee.I had dragged myself here this morning to
DORIAN’S POVThe dungeon smelled of rust, piss, and scorched flesh.I descended the stairs with deliberate steps, letting each one announce me. The rogue was already hanging when I arrived — wrists raw from silver, one eye puffed shut, lips split. Leo had done good work. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to remind him who was in charge.I stopped a few paces away and studied him like one studies vermin before crushing it.“You reek of Damon Sterling’s kennel,” I said calmly. “But even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to send someone this sloppy. So who really gave the order?”The rogue lifted his head slowly. Blood crusted the corner of his mouth. He tried to smirk anyway.“You still think this is about money or territory?” His voice was rough, amused. “You really are that fucking delusional.”I didn’t rise to the bait. I never do. People like him always think they can get under my skin with insults. They never realize I’ve already measured them for a grave.I stepped closer. “You butch
DORIAN’S POV"H-HELP!""P-please Alpha, h-help us!" "W-whats happening to us!""M-my pups, my...my pups have been slaughtered in front of my own eyes!" I watched as in completely dumbfounded at my many pack members who were losing their lives on the ground of packhouse as they bleed uncontrollably. I wanted to speak, wanted to tell them that I was here for them, that I would do anything to help them.But I couldn't. Because I was sure there was nothing I could do. There was nothing I could do to help them now that they were at the brick of death.The blood, the cries of pain, the sorrow as some of them fought to stay alive but the injuries were too much to be healed, made my heart stopped, my head dizzy and my whole body unable to move.I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. Couldn't believe that the ambush on the packhouse, was this extremeHow couldn't I know early? This was unbelievable! The screams drilled into my skull like knives.Blood soaked the grass in d







