LOGINInside the SUV, there was silence and the silence was oppressive.
Kael's eyes still glowing, molten dark gold, stayed locked on the road ahead, though he didn't seem to be seeing it. He looked like a beast on the brink. Like the wolf in him could tear through any flesh or steel if anything tried to stop him.
Lucien kept glancing from the windshield to the backseat where Kael sat rigid and silent. He chose to stay with the Beta in the front seat while the beta drove. He couldn't risk staying with the brooding Alpha. The beta and gamma were getting increasingly uncomfortable.
"Okay, Supreme Alpha" Lucien finally uttered, he twisted in his seat, his voice laced with concern "What is the matter at hand now? And what's up with this attitude today."
Lucien had been Kael's gamma for only about 50 years of his life and hadn't seen the Alpha in this kind of off mood neither have Roran who had been the Beta for close to 200 years now. It's not that Kael hasn't shown this side time and time again but today was different.
"You've been acting like a caged beast ever since today," Lucien continued. "I mean mood swings.Snapping at the board like you were about to claw someone's throat out."
Roran stole a glance at Kael through the rearview mirror. His eyes scrutinized the silent Alpha. "He's right. You’ve been off all day, Alpha. What is it? Is it the vampires? The witches? That conflict between them is escalating fast..."
"No," Kael cut in, his voice was sharp, low as his eyes never left the road. "This has nothing to do with politics."
Lucien narrowed his eyes. "Then what could possibly be the problem?" He asked, his voice careful, trying not to incite any form of anger on Kael.
Kael didn't respond immediately. His always expressionless face showed doubt and that was the first.
Lucien and Roran were shocked as they stared at each other in disbelief.
"I don't know" His reply shocked them more. The Supreme Alpha had never made use of these words. He was never doubtful of anything. He was always with a precise plan which he followed so for his Gamma and Beta to hear such words from him, this must really be serious.
"You barked at us like we were a damn omega." Roran couldn't help but say. "That's not like you."
Lucien once again looked at Kael from the rearview mirror. His stoic and aloof face showed a warning that said, he wouldn't give a damn for anything at this moment. Lucien got an idea.
"How about we just visit some plush restaurant" he commented, trying to lighten up the mood. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt to eat, right?"
Roran just shook his head as he glared at him like he was a doofus or something. "Is that the only idea your 100 year old skull could think of?"
Lucien pouted, his voice low "Oh Mr-High-and-Mighty Beta, do you have any other ideas"
"Yes" Roran sighed "Just don't say things that might anger him."
The noisy guy, slouched back in his seat, eyes on the road as he muttered "It's not that I'm not trying my best. Gosh, it's not easy working with two aloof men"
"Yes, pup," Roran agreed as he smirked. He knew how much Lucien didn't like when he was called a pup. He was the youngest amongst the trio. He was 100 years old while Roran was 300 years old.
"I'm not a pup," Lucien retorted. He always felt offended for being called a pup. "If I were human, I would have had grandchildren."
"And I would have my eighth generation, if I were human" Roran responded with competition in his voice.
"You wouldn't have to live this long if you were human" Lucien had corrected "No human could live for three hundred years."
This dialogue was mostly a joke shared between the both of them
"We both can't beat him" Roran gestured as he pointed at Kael from the back seat.
Lucien followed his gaze and looked at Kael who looked more terrifying than before but he was calm. Indeed, no one could beat Kael's age. He was centuries old.
The street of Nashville city was still alive despite it nearing 7 p.m. Roran and Lucien heard Kael's guttural voice.
"Turn left"
"What?" Roran thought he had misheard him and asked, just to clarify. He looked at Kael from the rearview mirror and saw Kael's dark golden eyes looking back at him dangerously. The order was so unexpected that Roran wasn't responsive enough to change direction; he nearly missed the turn when Kael jolted up, leaning forward as he seized the steering wheel from Roran.
"I said turn left," Kael roared.
Angry horns blared from behind as an accident almost occurred .
"Oh gods" Lucian yelled when the car took a sharp turn towards an empty alley. He put on his seatbelts immediately.
They drove deeper into the city, towards the slums, the place where the skyscrapers gave way to skeletons of buildings and the air—minute by minute— turned sour with decay. It was the kind of place people dared not walk alone at night unless they were looking to disappear.
"What the actual fuck, Kael?" Roran started, as he drove like a maniac. "What are we doing here?"
"Yes, alpha?" Lucian asked, his eyes looking sharp and confused as he gazed around. "Could you tell us the purpose for bringing us here, so at least we could be prepared in case of any upcoming danger."
Kael's body was already tense, nostrils flaring. "She's near" he breathed. The low lighting from the dashboard cast golden shadows across his face, emphasizing the tension carved into every inch of his jaw.
"Who?" They both asked excitedly, looking at The Alpha with wide eyes from the rearview mirror.
Kael didn't respond immediately. He leaned forward resting his elbow on his kn
ees. His expression slightly softened but looked troubled.
"My mate".
"Experimenting on us? Like lab animals? The pack councils will riot if this gets out. Most of our younger werewolves are already beginning to fear going out alone after dark. The fear is spreading through the packs like a plague, Kael." Kael remained completely silent, his mind spinning at an astronomical speed as he connected the pieces of the puzzle. The severity of the situation was staggering. For centuries, the Lycan King and the supernatural high courts had maintained an ironclad dominance over the mortal world through sheer force, ancient magic, and total secrecy. But now, an elusive, shadowy figure was turning the predators into prey. "So this man... this Mr. Dante..." Kael mused aloud, his golden eyes burning with a dark, predatory light as he analyzed the threat. "He isn't just the ruthless leader of a high-tier assassin agency. He has a distinct, terrifying possibility of being the one causing the widespread mayhem across the city. He is the one making all supernaturals
The double doors of Kael’s private, inner sanctum slid shut with a heavy, pressurized hiss that signaled the absolute seal of the room’s biometric locks. Constructed from reinforced titanium alloy and lined with localized sound-dampening fields, the chamber was entirely soundproof. It was a space designed with acute supernatural paranoia in mind; the acoustic dampening was so severe that even a werewolf with prime sensory capabilities standing right outside the glass would hear nothing but absolute, deadening silence. Inside, the air was cool, carrying the faint, crisp scent of leather, expensive single-malt whiskey, and the heavy aura of the Lycan King himself. Lucien barely waited for the security lights to blink from red to a secure green before he let out a loud, booming laugh that echoed off the minimalist walls. He tossed his suit jacket onto the leather sofa and turned to Kael, his handsome features flushed with genuine, unbridled amusement. "I swear to the moon, Kael,
Seraphina’s eyes widened to the point of aching, the thick lenses of her glasses magnifying the sheer, unadulterated panic reflecting in her pupils. Her heart, which had been hammering with the lethal instinct of a cornered assassin a second ago, now pivoted into the frantic rhythm of a completely bewildered, out-of-the-loop corporate employee. She looked at Kael’s severe, impossibly chiseled face, then glanced past his massive shoulder at the stone-faced bodyguards and the entirely amused Lucien. "M-Mr. DarkSlade..." she stammered, her voice pitching up into a perfect, reedy squeak. She deliberately let her knees tremble, allowing her weight to sag against the reinforced glass wall of the elevator. "I—what did I do wrong? Is there a problem with the third-quarter reports? I haven't even opened my laptop yet today, I swear!" Kael’s grip on her upper arm didn't loosen. If anything, the tension radiating from his large hand increased, his dark golden eyes narrowing until they were mer
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Roran almost hit the brakes right there on the road. "Your what?!!!"Lucien's jaw dropped, "You mean like... mate mate? As in fated by the Moon Goddess, mate?"Kael didn't answer with words. He didn't need to.The growl vibrating in his chest said everything.Lucien leaned his head back, muttering u
The city glowed under the cover of the night, its artificial lights casting illusions of safety across its streets. The moon shone brightly from the sky as if something exciting is going to happen. Seraphina knew better; the only exciting thing that was about to happen was more demon blood that was
Kael's wolf was restless, pacing, growling and agitated. He stood on the highest balcony of the obsidian skyscraper that served as both his business headquarters and his hidden fortress. The city below him pulsed with noise - flashing lights, honking horns from cars, humans buzzing around like bees
"We've gathered that the man who runs the organization, The Order, has travelled outside the country for a mission as he says. You're expected to follow him everywhere without his knowledge.. and inform me on everything."His tone is firm, steady, leaving no room for questions. But of course.. Luc







