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CHAPTER 138

Author: D.L Sadiosa
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-25 23:45:15

Mateo’s POV

Rage.

That was the only thing keeping me warm these past days. It was so powerful, it boiled under my skin disguised by a practiced smirk, concealed beneath carefully chosen words, but inside, inside I was a storm waiting to tear itself apart.

All this shit boiled down to Asher.

The sound of his name alone was enough to send a coil of fire through my chest. The damn wolf had humiliated me and threatened me.

He looked me dead in the eyes as if I were nothing more than dust under his boots. And though I had smiled and had remained silent, though I had tucked my hands in my pockets and let him think I had accepted it, oh, I hadn’t. I had only been waiting.

Patience was not exactly my best trait, but at this point it was my greatest weapon. That, and my mind of course.

I was not a fool. No amount of muscle, no sharpness of blade could match the raw savagery of a werewolf. My bones would be crushed before I had even raised a fist.

But intellect, intellect bent and sharpened
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