로그인SiennaThe tactical monitors in the war room cast a cool blue glow across the glass drafting table.I stood beside Dominic. We both stared at the digital document Carter had displayed on the main screen. It was a formal legal injunction filed by the three surviving Elders of the Regional Council.They were stripped of their armies, but they still had their lawyers."Read the terms," Dominic commanded quietly. His jaw was tight with restrained anger.Carter adjusted his glasses and pointed to the second paragraph of the document."The Elders are executing the default clause on Julian's old lease," Carter explained grimly. "They officially claim total ownership of the Vanguard corporate district. They are demanding that Obsidian cease all demolition and redesign efforts immediately. If we touch a single brick of those buildings, they will petition the regional courts to freeze all Obsidian assets.""They want to choke us financially," I realized. My stomach twisted with frustration. "Th
Dominic povI like quiet rooms. I always prefer absolute silence when I need to solve a problem.I sat at the head of the Obsidian boardroom. The polished mahogany table stretched out in front of me. Three men sat on the opposite side. . They were the regional trade investors. They were the men who funded the old Council, and now they wanted to see if I was going to play their games.I was not going to play anything.Sienna sat in the chair directly to my right. She looked radiant, composed, and absolutely brilliant. Every time I looked at her, I felt a deep, fierce pride settle in my chest. I loved her mind just as much as I loved her heart. She was my mate, and she was the true visionary of this pack."Alpha Vance," Mr. Sterling began. He was an older man with graying hair and a fake, polite smile. "We review the new blueprints your architect provided. The open pavilion concept is very nice for a public park. But it is entirely unacceptable for a financial district."I kept my face
Three days passed quietly.The region was in a state of unprecedented transition. The news of the Apex Coalition's crimes and the Council's complete failure had sent shockwaves through every pack on the continent. The old hierarchy was effectively dead.But there was no rioting in the streets. There was no bloody war for the empty throne.Dominic made sure of it.He did not claim the title of a warlord. He approached the crisis exactly like the brilliant CEO he was. He dispatched Obsidian tactical guards to secure the borders, ensuring no rogue factions took advantage of the confusion. Then, he opened his boardroom.He invited the surviving pack Alphas, the trade union leaders, and the regional administrators to the Obsidian tower. He offered them a seat at a circular table, completely removing the elevated podiums the old Elders used to demand submission.I stood near the floor to ceiling windows of the grand boardroom, holding a steaming mug of coffee.I wore a sleek, tailored beige
The drive back to the Obsidian estate was completely silent.I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger window, watching the city wake up. The streets were slowly filling with people, completely unaware of the horrifying reality that had just been dismantled on live television.My mind felt incredibly fragile. The adrenaline was finally leaving my system, replaced by a deep, hollow ache in my chest. I had spoken to my sister for exactly one minute before she faded away. It was not enough time, but it was all the time we were allowed.When the transport vehicle pulled up to the grand foyer of the estate, I noticed a solitary figure waiting on the stone steps.It was Julian Vanguard.He stood with his hands tucked into the pockets of his loose coat. He looked tired, but the frantic, desperate energy that had consumed him the night before was entirely gone. He had watched the live broadcast from the war room. He had seen Scarlett fall.Dominic and I stepped out of the vehic
The golden light poured from my hands, illuminating the dim stage in a brilliant, warm glow.I focused entirely on holding the space for my sister's essence. The mental battle raging beneath my palms was terrifying. The thirty stolen Alphas were thrashing wildly, trying to regain control of the synthetic nervous system. I could feel the chimera's bones trembling under the immense pressure of the conflicting commands."Release him!" Scarlett shouted, entirely dropping her polite political facade. She sprinted across the stage, raising her hands to cast a dark glamour to force the chimera back under her control.Dominic moved faster than the eye could track.He intercepted the Siphon before she could even finish raising her arms. He grabbed Scarlett by the front of her gown and shoved her backward. She stumbled and fell hard against the wooden podium. Her dark magic scattered into useless gray mist before it could even form."Stay down," Dominic ordered her, his voice a low, lethal rumb
The door creaked open, the sound completely masked by Adams's booming voice echoing through the grand chamber."We offer you a choice today," Adams told the cameras, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture. "Join the Coalition, and secure your place in the future. Or cling to the dead Council, and fade into history."I stepped out of the shadows and walked directly into the blinding television lights.Dominic walked right beside me. He did not draw his weapon. He walked with the slow, commanding grace of a true king entering a room. The sheer presence of his aura washed over the stage, chilling the air and causing the camera operators to flinch."The only thing fading today is your illusion, Adams," I said.My voice was not shouting, but the acoustic design of the grand chamber picked it up and amplified it perfectly.Adams spun around. For a fraction of a second, true panic flashed in his eyes. He had expected us to fall for his trap at the quarry. But the emissary was a maste







