LOGINThird Person's POV
Lorenzo's dark eyes darkened further.
After a long pause, his lips parted. "Find that invitation and destroy it. Put a real one in her bag."
"Understood," Clayton replied softly, then couldn't help but add, "I didn't expect the doctor to attend the symposium. I guess you two really do have some 'fate' between you."
Lorenzo seemed to like the word "fate." A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
There was a look in his eyes&mda
Third Person's POVTwo burly werewolves materialized from the shadows. Like they were hauling away a sack of trash, they hoisted the wailing Paul off the ground and dragged him toward the parking lot."Professor! Save me! Professor!" Paul shrieked, reaching a desperate hand toward Veronica, his fingers clawing uselessly at the empty air.Veronica didn't even look at him. She coldly smoothed a wrinkle on her sleeve, putting on a perfect performance of a clean break. "How many times have I told you to maintain a gentleman's composure? You always treat my teachings like white noise. Since you can't even master basic etiquette, I think our mentor-student relationship ends here."She tilted her chin up, her gaze cutting across Paul's collapsing face like a frozen blade. "You can handle the consequences yourself."Paul's eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks from sheer terror.He couldn't believe it. This woman, who had praised him con
Chloe's POV"Yeah, how embarrassing!""I feel ashamed for Rosemary just watching this!"I was done listening to their mindless chirping.I casually cracked my neck, getting ready to pull out my phone, log into the backend, and remotely override the estate's security clearance myself.But then, the two guards suddenly pulled back their hands.They didn't even give Veronica a glance. Instead, they straightened their backs with a level of reverence that bordered on religious. They bowed deep—lower than I thought possible—and their voices rang out, booming and respectful, "Miss, we are incredibly sorry for wasting your time. We didn't realize it was you. Please, enter at once!"In an instant, the hall went dead silent. It was as if the air had been vacuumed out of the room.I looked at the guards—their spines stiff as boards, their heads bowed low.The scene was like an invisible backhand, whistling through
Chloe's POVI arched an eyebrow, my voice coming out in a slow, bored drawl. "Oh, look. All the same old faces.""Who said we're acquaintances?" Paul interrupted, looking at me with pure disgust. "Do you even know which way the gates of this estate open? This is a top-tier private club. You think a broke loser like you can just wander in?"He turned to the side, putting on a show of grand authority. "Guards! Do your job! Kick this trespasser out of here!"Veronica played her part perfectly, stepping in with a fake attempt to hold him back while shaking her head in disapproval. "Paul, there's no need to waste your energy on an unrefined kid.""Professor, you have no idea how slippery she is. She's got an excuse for everything!" Paul gritted his teeth, his dark eyes fixed on me like an irritated hyena that couldn't quite land a bite.He kept going. "Last time, she used some dirty trick to humiliate me. She made my knees so weak I couldn't even
Chloe's POVThe next day, I showed up at the hospital right on time.Alpha Renato was in high spirits. Lance, who usually chirps like a hyperactive sparrow, was nowhere to be found, leaving the room with a rare, heavy silence.Renato leaned back in his leather armchair, his grey eyes like ancient pools reflecting years of history.He was watching me with a kind of grandfatherly warmth. "What do girls your age usually like? I mean... assuming you don't count scalpels and medicine."I kept my hands moving, organizing my gear as I answered casually. "The usual, I guess. Haute couture, limited-edition bags, or jewelry bright enough to blind someone."Renato turned his head, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority as he spoke to Danny. "Did you get that? Write it down. When Septie comes back, I want her walk-in closet overflowing with that stuff. Only the best."Danny scrambled to take notes, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow. "We've got a solid lead from Ashland. We tracked
Third Person's POVOn the edge of LA's Shadow Forest, the atmosphere at the Blue Moon packhouse was thick with a restless, feverish energy."Once we hand over this Heaven-Heart Grass, Alpha Lorenzo will owe us big time," Veronica said, tracing the heavy velvet gift box with her fingers. Her eyes glittered with pure calculation.Standing nearby, Paul gave a flattering bow. "You always were the master of the long game, Professor.""Now we just wait for the symposium to open.""When it's all over, Blue Moon's name will be at the very top of the list of Dark Star's allies!"Amidst the celebration, Victor's face was dark. "What about Lyndon's arm? Have you fixed it yet?"His son had gone out on a simple errand and come back with his right arm completely useless.They'd called in the pack's best doctors, but not a single one could even find the point of dislocation.Veronica didn't take it seriously.She was too busy dr
Chloe's POVBack inside the shop, I shut the door and opened the bag Seven had brought back.Inside were encrypted hard drives, gift cards, some high-end medical gear, thick ledgers, and a long list of names."Blue Moon has quite the paper trail, don't they?"I let out a slow smirk. The wolf in my head was starting to stir."No wonder people say they're untouchable in LA. They've got a massive 'protection' network."Seven's hands blurred as he signed, then he pushed a sheet of notes toward me."So, she went through all that trouble to get the Heaven-Heart Grass just to treat the Alpha of the De Luca family?" My eyes narrowed.Seven nodded hard.I leaned my chin on my hand, a playful, dark smile tugging at my lips. "Well, I really want to see how she plans to pull off that little stunt with those herbs right in front of the real expert."Seven gave a grunt of agreement.My finger trailed over a name on the l
Third Person's POVI let out a soft laugh. "How about some fresh cedar tea in the backyard?""Lead the way," Lorenzo said, standing up. His innate nobility felt surprisingly at home in this rugged little courtyard.Clayton, who had just finished eating, had a sudden realizati
Third Person's POVLyndon didn't think much of his arm at first. He figured a twisted limb was the least of his problems.But the moment he cleared the alley and scrambled into his car, his face went ghost-white.Why couldn't he feel his hand?He tried to shake his arm
Chloe's POVI gripped the bat, my eyes cutting through the crowd to find Rosemary.She was standing there, her knuckles white as she clutched her cane, her legs shaking uncontrollably.The guy leading the charge was Lyndon Carrillo—the Blue Moon Pack's favorite mad dog.
Chloe's POVI didn't care about the weird vibe in the room—I was too focused on soaking the raw crystals in the specialized medicinal solution."Are you sure you want me to strip down here?" Lorenzo stood by the mat, arching an eyebrow. His voice carried a trace of dangerous coldness. "In a place t







