ログインSEANMarcus floored the gas pedal. The heavy armored SUV slammed directly through the makeshift barricade of fallen pine trees. Wood splintered against our reinforced grill with a deafening crack. Cold August rain whipped through the shattered passenger window, stinging my face like tiny glass needles.I had to keep my eyes open. Passing out right now meant leaving Tracy completely defenseless in the middle of a warzone."Keep the speed above eighty!" I roared over the howling wind. "Do not let them flank us!""They are eating our dust, Alpha!" Marcus shouted back from the driver’s seat. He jerked the steering wheel hard, taking a sharp mountain curve on two tires. "But we are losing oil! The engine block took a hit during the breach!""Just get us behind the northern gates."Slumping back against the ruined leather seat, my left shoulder screamed. The silver machete wound burned straight down to the bone. Thick, black blood pulsed out of the deep gash, pooling rapidly on the floorboa
SEANGetting Tracy out of this sterile cage was step one, but keeping her alive long-term meant pulling the prognosis out of the doctor. Dr. Evans scrubbed a shaking hand over his exhausted face."She is packing her bag, Alpha." Evans tapped his plastic pen against a metal clipboard."Give me the exact prognosis." Crossing my arms, my chest tightened until my ribs ached. "The mate bond stabilized her vitals. She stopped shaking completely.""The bond is a powerful analgesic." Evans lowered his voice, glancing nervously down the empty hall. "It floods her fragile system with your Lycan energy. She feels stronger. Her appetite will definitely return.""But.""But the Lunar Decay hasn't vanished." He flipped to a page covered in complex red graphs. "The cellular breakdown is still happening inside her liver. Your bond just acts like a massive dose of morphine. It lessens the agony. It slows the progression down from weeks to perhaps a few months. Eventually, the disease will override th
TRACYFire ripped straight through my chest.Surviving this sudden, explosive agony meant forcing air back into my paralyzed lungs. And that hurt... like hell"Evans!" Sean’s roar shook the walls.Seconds later, footsteps started approaching.Dr. Evans sprinted through the swinging doors, shoving a metal crash cart ahead of him. He grabbed a clear plastic syringe, uncapping it with his teeth.But before the needle ever touched my skin, the agony simply snapped.It didn't slowly fade. It vanished completely.Warm, vibrating heat rushed instantly down my spine. The toxic, freezing grip of the Lunar Decay loosened its hold on my liver, pushed back by a massive, thrumming energy. Dropping heavily back onto the white pillows, sweet oxygen flooded my burning lungs.Dr. Evans froze, staring at the digital monitor.The frantic red lines on the screen smoothed out, returning to a calm, steady green rhythm."What did you do?" Sean demanded, grabbing the edge of the metal bedframe. His chest he
AUTHOR’S POVHer skin looked pale like crushed chalk, entirely devoid of life. A tangled web of IV tubes fed clear fluids into her bruised arms, the sterile smell of bleach and iodine burning the inside of his nose.He had to stay right here until those brown eyes opened. Leaving her side wasn't an option, not with Chandler’s assassins still lurking in the city shadows.Dr. Evans adjusted the dial on the digital monitor. The machine beeped a steady, rhythmic pulse."Her heart rhythm is finally stabilizing." Evans wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve.Sean crossed his massive arms. "When does she wake up?""The dialysis flushed the worst of the toxic buildup out of her kidneys." Evans stepped back from the bed, picking up a heavy metal clipboard. "She should regain consciousness soon, Alpha. But the Lunar Decay remains aggressive. Her internal organs took a massive hit tonight.""Just keep her comfortable, Evans."Hours bled into the early morning. The violent stor
AUTHOR’S POV.Outside, blinding red and blue emergency lights flashed across the muddy driveway. Three heavy armored vans sat idling outside the perimeter fence, their engines roaring like angry beasts. Twelve Vanguard guards stood in a tight line, holding tactical rifles aimed directly at the main entrance.Surviving this confrontation meant keeping a firm grip on his land, no matter how many warrants the High Council signed.Alpha Thorne stood at the front of the squad. He wore a long black coat, holding a damp piece of paper in his leather glove."Sean!" Thorne yelled over the sound of the thunder. "Step out into the open and lower your weapons!"Walking down the stone steps, Sean kept his hands at his sides. Marcus marched right beside him, holding a heavy shotgun."You are trespassing, Thorne," Sean called out, stopping five feet from the iron gate."This is High Council business." Thorne shoved the damp paper against the iron bars. "I have a formal warrant for your arrest. You k
TRACYHard days were coming.I bit back a knot of pure bile, my fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard like a frantic typist on a deadline.Recoding three months of lost AI neural networks meant ignoring the toxic, burning acid crawling up my esophagus. Golden afternoon sunlight slammed hard against the study windows of the Northern Peak packhouse, baking the room like an oven. The smell of copper, stale coffee, and hot plastic filled the air. My stomach twisted into a violent knot—a brutal side effect of Dr. Evans’s traditional Lunar Decay suppressant. I had to force the code out of my head before the medicine completely ruined my focus."Drink this before you pass out on the keys," Sarah rasped, rolling her wheelchair into the room.She set a glass of ice water next to three empty coffee mugs cluttering the desk."I can't stop now, Sarah." Taking a tiny sip, the cold water barely touched the fire burning in my throat. "If I don't reconstruct these core logic gates while the log
Tracy Xander’s POV Sam Zach had been two years ahead of me back when I was still in school, a name that carried weight even then, someone whose work people followed long before they ever met him in person. Years ago, when his company reached a point where progress stalled and nothing seemed to mo
Tracy Xander’s POV When I returned from the restroom, the meal was already coming to an end, the earlier warmth fading into the quiet sounds of departure as conversations softened and chairs scraped lightly against the floor, one after another, until the private room gradually emptied. I said my
Morgan frowned the moment his gaze fell upon what I had ordered, his brows slowly knitting together as quiet disapproval settled into his expression. “Just vegetables?” he asked, his tone firm though not raised, carrying the natural authority he had always held. “There is barely any nourishment in
Tracy Xander’s POV After all these years, the man had not changed. He was still composed to the point of distance, dignified, restrained, and even more controlled than I remembered. Five years ago, when I visited my mother’s brother, Tim, within his quiet territory near the outskirts, I met a man







