Mag-log inRain. “She did,” Rex replied, as if where that girl had been was one of the special vacation resorts. Thinking of it alone, how she must have been taking her bath in the basement—however Rex made that possible—was already making me nauseous. Rex was cold. Hard-hearted. We knew that. But to this level? Who knew how long she would have been there if this need didn't arise? She would have died there for all we know. She deserved it though. "I need a warm bath," Chloe said, looking at us with pleading eyes. "A very warm bath. Your brother has been giving me cold water this whole time. Look at me. I look malnourished." I snorted. What a joke. "Was there ever a time you actually looked nourished?" I asked, giving her a disgusted look. "Rain," Rex warned. "What?" I snapped. "I didn't forgive her just because she’s been in your basement. I spent weeks looking for her, wanting to deal with her myself for what she did to Debbie. If I had known she was just downstairs, she wouldn't have
Rain I stared at the woman standing at the bottom of the stairs, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Was I dreaming? No. I wasn't. And I was sure of it. So how? How was Chloe coming not from the door, but descending like she was coming from one of the places inside our house? "What is she doing here?" I growled. My voice sounded like gravel grinding together. "Is this a joke, Rex? Is this some kind of sick ghost story?" River looked like he had seen a demon. "This is Chloe," he whispered. "How is she here? Rex, I… how come? I thought you said... the fuck?" He cursed. Chloe took a small step forward. Her skin was a sickly gray color. Her hair was matted, and she smelled like old dust and damp stone. I knew she wasn't among the top one million good-looking people, but right now, even if the world were ranked, she wasn't among the top one billion. She moved, about to step into the space where we were. "Hey!
Rain."Wait, wait, wait," I said, waving my hand dramatically. "stop all these! stop!" I snapped."The fuck is going on here? You guys are making my head spin. King maker, Queen maker, One at a time please! what the fuck!""I already have a lot going on. Don't make me go razz. What exactly is a King-maker? And why does it matter right now? And why is Debbie the King-maker? or whatever shit you call it."Rex took a slow breath. "Calm down, Rain. I'll explain.""Okay.""The truth is… Black, the son of the Grand Alpha, was born without a wolf."I nearly jumped off the couch. "What?""He was born without a wolf," Rex repeated. "No animal inside. No Alpha power. He's empty, hollow."River let out a roar of laughter that sounded more like a bark. "That bastard doesn't even have a wolf? And I didn't beat him to a bloody pulp all this time? I could have crushed his skull!""Can I finish?" Rex asked, his hand coming up to quiet River.He went quiet."So what's up with the King-maker shit?" I a
RainI sat on the couch, my jaw so tight it felt like the bone might snap. My hand throbbed, a dull, pulsing heat where the bullet had chewed through my skin. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fire in my gut. I watched River pace. His boots were hitting the floor like a hammer on a nail."I don't like the way Rex is acting," River muttered. He didn't look at me; he was just staring at the hallway where Rex had disappeared. "This is a very critical thing when all of us are supposed to sit down and talk things out. He can't just walk out like that.We were at the company. You and I left, and he stayed back with that man, playing favourite. Now we are back here, instead of him coming here to sit down and talk about how we would get through this thing, he just went inside, no words. Days are counting. We are banned from the palace."River was ranting.I leaned back. My head was full, and the last thing I wanted to hear were those rants. "Leave Rex alone," I growled. "That'
RexThe underground room was cold, smelling of damp earth and old secrets. I walked to the far corner. Behind it was another door. I slid it open.I saw her, Chloe.She was there. She was sitting on a wooden chair, her hair a mess, her eyes red. She looked like a ghost of the girl who used to parade around the pack house."Monster!" she called. "Finally here for some blood, mosquito?" she said mockingly.I stood in front of her, although there was still a reasonable amount of space."I need to talk to you," I said.She laughed, a sharp, ugly sound. "Talk? Is that what we're doing now?One minute you are sending your ally to come and humiliate me, the next minute you want my blood. And the next, you want to talk.You are bipolar, ain't you!" she screamed.I furrowed my brows and stepped closer, my heart skipping a beat. "What are you talking about? What ally?""Debbie," Chloe spat, finally looking up. Her eyes were full of venom.Debbie? What is she saying? Because I still wasn't getti
RexThe drive back to our compound was a blur of gray trees and dark thoughts. We rode in one car, three brothers squeezed into a small space that felt even smaller because of the situation we had.When we pulled up, the guards stood outside. Everything was fine, at least on the outside. But inwardly, we were shattered.And just when we thought it was finally time to sit and think, we walked into the sitting room, and the air immediately changed. It felt heavy and cold.There he was.Boss.Again, in our house.He was sitting in the high backed chair, his legs crossed, looking like he owned every atom in the room. This time, he obviously had not come with drama.None of the guards were hurt.He had just one guard with him. And how exactly he came in without the notice of those men outside was something I wasn't ready to find out.We stopped dead in our tracks upon seeing him."What are your plans?" he asked.His voice wasn't loud. It was smooth, a low crawl that made the hair on my nec
RiverI was seated there with my jaw clenched so tight it felt like my teeth were going to shatter.Julius stood there, his hand stretched out toward Debbie like he was offering her the world. He had that smug, confident smirk on his face—the kind of look a man wears when he knows he’s pushing your
Debbie I didn't even have to look through the peephole. When the knock came, the scent hit me before the door was even fully open.It was River.I opened the door, and he was standing there, looking a bit like a dog in the cold.I was still wrapped in my robe, my skin glowing and damp from the bat
Rex(Back at the Grand Alpha’s estate…)I didn't like the way the hallway felt. It was too quiet, like a trap waiting to snap shut. I reached the heavy doors of my father’s private study in his inner chambers.My heart was beating fast. Today was the day I had to take those things out.The document
Debbie(Back at the resort.)The dining hall felt warm. River and I were sitting at a beautifully set table, the candlelight dancing in his blue eyes.“It’s getting late,” River said, his voice low. He kept glancing at the entrance. “I noticed your assistant hasn’t arrived yet. Isn’t she supposed t







