LOGINCassie was seen as the lucky princess and everyone envied her life , but behind the closed door, she's just a means for her father to improve his business and gets treated like an outcast in her father's house. She was married off to notorious Alpha Cane Marcom, who is known to be a manwh*re. Until she and her daughter was saved by his nemesis, half-brother Alpha Aser Marcom, who knew Cassie's secret identity and offered her to work for him, But the only thing Cassie looked forward to the most was how to make her family and her ex-husband Cane Marcom receive all the payback of everything they made her went through. Look forward to how Cassie will make her comeback and pay them back with a powerful Alpha backing her!
View MoreThe haze had almost taken over Aser's body before he could discover that the lab they were in wasn't really a lab. It just looked like that at first glance. They were in an altar that Varkov controlled. It was Matthew that took a step back from all the fighting and realized it, but it was already too late to do anything with the information because one of the creatures headed straight for him. Aser ducked under the snapping jaws of one of the abominations. Up close, he realized these weren't wraiths, as he first thought. They were corpses. "They aren't robots!" Aser roared, slashing his knife across the creature’s throat. No blood sprayed—just dust and black matter. "They're thralls! Undead!" Varkov stood on the catwalk above, laughing. He wasn't wearing a lab coat anymore. He had thrown it off to reveal leather robes covered in magical symbols. "Science is just magic explained!" Varkov shouted. "I stitched them together with steel, but I woke them up with the rot! Just like you
Cassie and Matthew had returned to the witch's in disappointment. They had been so close to finding a cure, only for it to be yanked out at the last minute.Aser sat on the edge of the cot, shirtless, as they relayed the news to him. The black veins had reached his jawline. His skin was gray and clammy to the touch. To distract himself from his worsening condition, he sharpened his knife. "You can't go," Cassie said, standing in front of him. She was dressed in the same gear as the one she used for the failed mission, her hair tied back in a tight braid. "You can barely walk without stumbling. If you go feral in the middle of an op, you’ll kill everyone without caring if they're in your team or not.""I’m not staying here to rot," Aser growled, not looking up from the blade. "This is my life on the line, you think I don't have a right to fight for it?" Matthew's voice was gentle but firm as he answered him. "Let Alpha Kael and me handle the extraction. We’ll bring the marrow back to
Their ride back to the city was unusually cold.The private jet was usually a sanctuary of luxury with its cream leather seats and champagne.Tonight though, it was an ambulance for Aser.Aser lay strapped to the medical gurney in the rear of the cabin. His shirt was off, revealing the angry, blackened veins spiderwebbing across his chest and up his neck.He was thrashing around the bed, refusing to stay in one place as the black veins on his body spread. "Restraints!" Matthew shouted, struggling to hold Aser’s good arm down. "He’s convulsing!"Cassie stood over him, tears streaming down her face as she held a syringe of sedative."I can't knock him out!" Cassie cried. "His metabolism burns through it in minutes! If I give him any more, I’ll stop his heart!""If he breaks loose," Matthew grunted and dodged one of his flailing fists, "he’ll tear this plane apart mid-air! Do it, Luna!"Aser roared, but it wasn't a human sound. His eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, which w
The morgue was quiet and cold. In Drawer 404, the body labeled SUSPECT ZERO lay in a black body bag.The coroner’s report was clipped to the front. The report was as good as anyone's guess. Died from burns and decapitation from the great falls he suffered. His spinal cord was completely crushed.The room was silent until the cooling unit began to hum. Nothing moved on the body, the rot had consumed everything, but deep within the charred cells, all the drugs that had been pumped into him were still active and reacting. Dr. Varkov’s combination of drugs was powerful enough to regenerate a horse.Cane Marcom was as good as dead, but the burnt body was beginning to change and harden.He wasn't waking up, but he wasn't decomposing either, as he should be. His cells were mutating instead of dying. He was becoming a shell of hate. For now, he was dead, but monsters have a habit of haunting the places they died.Two Weeks LaterThe Marcoms were now in the Montana Ranch. The ranch stretched f






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