Mag-log inDamien’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
Amelia's POVI was ready to break my zero-star rating and drop this whole forest trip down to negative numbers. Standing in a pitch-black subterranean horror lab while a terrifying, wet rasping noise bounced off the walls was officially where I drew the line.“Lucas,” I whispered, keeping my hand planted firmly on his belt loop so he could not accidentally leave me behind. “If whatever is making that noise has tentacles or extra heads, I am officially giving you permission to carry me.”“Keep moving backward,” Lucas replied, his voice a low vibration against my knuckles. He kept his sidearm raised, his body acting as a human shield between me and the dark tunnel ahead.The scraping sound slowed down, turning into a dragged, uneven shuffle. It was not the fast, aggressive sprint of a rogue wolf, nor was it the crisp step of a trained pack guard. It was too deliberate, too wrong.Lucas flicked his flashlight beam higher, cutting through the swirling dust.A figure emerged from the shado
Damien's POVGabriella sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, looking every bit the victim of a tragic misunderstanding.“Damien, please,” she murmured, her lower lip trembling just enough to evoke pity. “You know me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you or this pack.”I stared at her for a long moment, feeling a dull ache behind my ribs. A part of me wanted to believe her, to cling to the memory of the devoted woman who had stood by my side while I bled out in the dirt four years ago. But the stack of files sitting on my desk told a very different story.“I want to give you a chance to explain, Ella,” I said softly, resting my elbows on the table and leaning forward. “No lawyers, no council members, just us. Tell me the truth about the night of the border attack.”“I have told you the truth a hundred times,” she replied, a tear spilling over her dark eyelashes and trailing down her cheek. “I found you in the burning woods, I fought off the rogues and I dragged you bac
Lucas's POVI stared into the yawning black hole in the middle of the grove, my thumb tracing the rough grip of my gun as cold air drifted up from the stone steps. The place matched vague rumors I had picked up years ago from aging enforcers over cheap whiskey... whispers about a subterranean lab that Victor claimed to have demolished before I was even born.“Is this where your father buried the evidence?” Amelia asked, peering over my shoulder into the dark.“He told the council it was caved in and sealed with concrete thirty years ago,” I said, sweeping my flashlight beam down the stairs until the light died in the gloom. “He lied.”“Are we actually going down there?” she asked, her voice tight as she nudged a loose stone over the edge with her boot.“I need to know what compound they were cultivating,” I told her, stepping onto the top stone ledge. “If the white fern is growing on top of this facility, the soil is feeding on whatever leaked out down below. I need answers if I am g







