LOGINAmelia’s POVI held my breath so hard my lungs felt like they were going to turn into raisins. The search team’s flashlight beam danced across the metal edge of the desk, missing my shoulder by about three inches.“She is not behind the primary console,” a heavy, gravelly voice grunted from the archway. “Check the storage alcoves down the hall.”I closed my eyes, preparing myself to scream, bite, or throw the ancient logbook at the first guy who looked under the desk. But before I could even twitch, an ice-cold, leathery hand clapped firmly over my mouth from behind.My heart did a backflip straight into my throat. I tried to thrash, but a surprisingly strong arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me backward through a narrow gap in the cracked drywall that I had completely missed in the dark. I was dragged six feet into a tiny, dusty crawlspace behind the room’s main frame before the hidden wall panel clicked back into place.“Shh,” a wet, rattling breath puffed against my ear.I froze
Damien’s POVThe engine of my car had barely cut off before I threw the door open and sprinted through the dark treeline. Three of my most trusted enforcers ran at my flanks, weapons drawn, but the sounds of tearing flesh and brutal gunshots echoing through the valley told me we were already almost too late.We burst into the clearing of the old grove just as the fighting reached its horrific peak.Blood slicked the mossy ground, illuminated by the harsh beams of fallen tactical flashlights. Standing right in the center of the slaughter was my brother. Lucas was still in his massive gray wolf form, his fur matted with dark blood, his chest heaving with shallow, agonizing breaths as four of Ronan’s heavy enforcement rogues circled him like vultures. He was bleeding from three separate gunshot wounds along his flank, his left hind leg trembling beneath his weight, but he refused to drop.One of the rogues lunged with a raised blade, aiming straight for Lucas’s exposed throat.“Draw wea
Amelia’s POVThe door slammed shut above me, cutting off the muffled sounds of gunfire and howling and leaving me in pitch darkness.“Okay, Amelia,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling as I clicked my small flashlight back on. “You are currently stuck in an underground mad scientist lair, your boyfriend is fighting a dozen armed wolves on the surface and your legs feel like wet noodles. Perfect time for a stroll.”Lucas’s furious, agonized roar echoed through the stone floorboards above my head, vibrating straight into the soles of my boots. Every single instinct I possessed screamed at me to turn around, throw open that metal hatch and charge back into the fight. But I forced my feet to take a step deeper into the dark tunnel instead. Turning around meant getting captured by Ronan within ten seconds and turning myself into a helpless hostage would only guarantee Lucas got killed trying to protect me.“He told me to run,” I muttered, pressing my hand against the cold, damp conc
Damien’s POVI sat in my private office with the lights turned low, staring at the glowing monitor on my desk while the fan hummed softly in the silence. After the mess with Gabriella in the holding suite, my darker instincts had taken over, driving me to order a full audit on my brother’s life outside the territory lines.“Tell me you found something we can use,” I said into the receiver pressed to my ear.“I found a paper trail, Alpha,” Marcus replied from the other end of the line, voice sounding tired over the speaker. “You told us to look into Lucas’s biker network, assuming it was an illegal operation moving contraband through the northern corridor. But the financial records tell a completely different story.”“What kind of story?” I asked, leaning back in my chair as a digital file loaded on my screen.“It is not a gang,” Marcus explained, paper rustling in the background. “It is a highly organized underground railroad. For six years, Lucas has been using his medical practice p
Gabriella’s POVI woke up to the hum of cheap fluorescent lights overhead. The room was not a dark dungeon, but the pale yellow walls and bare mattress felt far worse than any iron cage. They had taken my jewelry, my shoes and my phone before locking the heavy reinforced door.I sat up on the cot, running my fingers through my tangled hair. The adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation with Damien had finally burned away, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I replayed every second of that interrogation in my head, grinding my teeth as I remembered the exact moment my composure fractured. I had let him see my fear when he pulled out that photograph of Ronan's lodge. It was a stupid, amateurish mistake and I hated myself for it.I paced the small length of the room, bare feet cold against the linoleum floor. I needed a way out. I needed a strategy before the elders convened to strip my family of their status.My thoughts turned immediately to my father. Harlan was a cowa
Lucas’s POVThe words echoed through the quiet clearing, striking me harder than a physical blow. I stepped fully in front of Amelia, jaw locked tight as I adjusted my stance to cover her body completely.“My mother’s playground,” I repeated, thumb flicking the safety off my sidearm.“Did you really believe she was just a dutiful wife arranging flowers at the estate?” Ronan scoffed, resting his hands on the silver handle of his cane as his men formed a tight semicircle around us. “Elena was the mind behind the genetic stabilization formula. Victor supplied the cash and the test subjects, but your mother built the serum.”“She signed the budget ledgers,” I said, mind racing through escape routes that simply did not exist. Twelve armed wolves held the high ground, rifles pointed directly at our chests. “I saw her signature.”“She did much more than sign paper, my boy,” Ronan chuckled, taking a slow step toward us. “She ran the trials right down in that hole. When the early batches turne







