로그인Eranthe wasn’t sure when Colin had left. All she remembered was that she had slept until three in the afternoon.
She didn’t expect someone like Colin, a man with his kind of schedule, to stay around for anything beyond what had already happened.
He was handsome, controlled, and far too skilled.
From her perspective, she hadn’t lost anything.
If anything, she had gotten more than expected.
What she didn’t expect was to see him again this soon.
…
The resort was newly developed, known for its privacy and distance from the city. That also meant it was nearly impossible to get a cab.
“Get in.”
A black car stopped in front of her.
Frank Wilson leaned slightly over the steering wheel, looking relaxed.
Eranthe paused. She didn’t expect him to remember her.
“It’s hard to get a ride out here,” Frank said casually. “Where are you heading?”
“Wilson Road.”
“Perfect. Same direction.”
Eranthe hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.
She had only met Frank a few times before, mostly when she was still with Dylan. Her impression of him was simple—easygoing, generous, and never short of female company.
Nothing complicated.
At least, that was what she thought.
Until she realized what he meant by “same direction.”
The moment she got in, she saw him.
Colin Rodriguez.
He was seated in the back, a laptop resting on his knee. Black trousers, white shirt, everything precise and in place.
He didn’t look up immediately.
But the space in the car shifted the moment she sat down.
The driver had already put her luggage away. There was no turning back.
As she settled into the seat, that faint scent returned.
Not perfume.
Something deeper.
It lingered on him, unchanged from the night before.
The car fell silent.
Eranthe turned her head toward the window, forcing her attention outward.
Frank glanced at her through the rearview mirror, about to say something, but stopped when he noticed Colin’s expression.
The air had subtly tightened.
Then a vibration broke the silence.
Eranthe instinctively reached for her phone.
But someone was faster.
Colin had already picked it up.
Those same hands.
Last night, they had been anything but restrained.
Now they moved across the screen with calm precision.
His eyes flicked over the message.
A pause.
Then a slight frown.
[ Last night, she called room service and asked for contraceptives. Didn’t expect Dylan Miller to go that hard. ]
Colin’s gaze darkened.
[ Are you monitoring guests? ]
[ I just happened to pass by. But the voice sounded familiar. Not Dylan’s. ]
The reflection on Colin’s lenses shifted.
He closed the chat.
Blocked.
Frank stared at his phone.
“…?”
Then he laughed.
Interesting.
He didn’t press further. Instead, he sent a message to their private group.
[ Congratulations to Colin Rodriguez. Seems like he finally found someone worth his attention. ]
The group exploded instantly.
Messages flooded in.
Most of them disbelief.
Frank leaned back slightly and glanced at Eranthe through the mirror.
She wasn’t the kind that stood out at first glance.
But the longer you looked, the harder it was to ignore.
There was something about her.
Something that didn’t quite belong.
He couldn’t explain it clearly.
Just that—
it wasn’t entirely human.
In the back seat, Eranthe shifted slightly.
Something felt off.
It wasn’t what Colin had done.
It was the way he hadn’t spoken.
And yet—
she could feel it.
His attention.
It wasn’t obvious.
But it was there.
Steady. Focused.
Unmoving.
Like something watching from the dark.
Waiting.
The feeling made her tense without reason.
When she finally turned to look, ready to ask—
Colin had already leaned back, eyes closed.
As if he had never been watching her at all.
She exhaled slowly.
Maybe she was overthinking.
Once they got out of the car, everything would return to normal.
No connection.
No continuation.
Men like him didn’t lack temporary company.
Frank got off halfway.
Before leaving, he gave her a look through the mirror.
Half amusement.
Half curiosity.
Eranthe ignored it.
“I’ll get off at the next intersection,” she said. “You don’t have to—”
“Address.”
Colin’s voice cut her off.
Flat. Direct.
She paused.
“It’s fine. I can—”
He looked at her.
Just one glance.
Something tightened in her chest.
The rest of her words didn’t come out.
“…Sharon No. 3.”
The partition between the front and back seats slowly rose.
The space became closed.
Private.
Eranthe turned to him, surprised.
Colin loosened his collar slightly, a trace of impatience showing.
Then he looked at her again.
This time, directly.
“Are you afraid of me?”
The fabric of the tailored suit made rustling sounds under intense friction, sounds that were enough to make one’s face burn.Colin moved in with alarming speed. His tall, powerful body was like a towering wall, firmly trapping her between his solid chest and the rigid desk.His fingers were thick-jointed with slight calluses. His large hand, without restraint, traced her waist, moving upward, then gripping the back of her smooth neck with force, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his touch.“Mm…”His thin lips pressed down onto hers with greedy, violent force. The cold scent of hibiscus mixed with an overpowering possessive desire as his tongue forced its way past her teeth.Colin’s kiss was deep and heavy. His tongue arrogantly swept across the roof of her mouth, triggering a faint spasm throughout Eranthe’s body.Her breathing was completely thrown into chaos by the kiss. She clutched his broad shoulders, enduring the violent surge of passion from an apex Alpha.“Colin… you’
“Pure blood?”Colin tilted his head slightly. The corners of his thin lips curved into a cruel cold smile.He slowly stood up, looking down from above at these gutter rats living in the old era. His powerful aura made the entire wooden floor of the manor creak under unbearable pressure:“From today onward, the clan’s ‘blood oath’ is completely abolished. The Rodriguez family does not need a group of beasts who only know how to hide in valleys and drink blood and eat flesh. If you still want to receive your offshore trust dividends for the second half of the year, then retract your wolf claws, put on human suits, enter the board of directors, and obediently become shadow shareholders. Stop hiding in the mountains doing the work of beasts.”He turned around, placing both hands on the stone table, his voice word by word, as deep as a funeral bell from hell:“If anyone still refuses to integrate into human society, or if anyone dares again, behind my back, to touch human laws and boundari
Silver handcuffs and high-voltage biochemical restraint masks bound every one of the vampire elites who had once ruled Assyria City’s underworld, preparing them for transport to prison.The storm gradually subsided.Blood-red moonlight streamed through the shattered dome of the lighthouse, casting a pale glow over the devastated battlefield.The roar of the helicopters slowly faded.Stepping over shattered glass and piles of vampire ashes, Director Rennes walked into the center of the hall under the protection of several fully armed special police officers.Before him, the mountain-like black giant wolf was gently laying the exhausted, unconscious woman from his arms onto a clean blanket.The golden-green flames slowly receded from the giant wolf’s eyes, replaced once more by swirling black mist.Director Rennes watched Colin cautiously.The giant wolf’s enormous body began to shrink and transform.Within only a few seconds, the towering beast disappeared.The strikingly handsome Coli
The black tides of the open sea seemed to answer a divine summons, raising monstrous waves over ten meters high that crashed furiously against the manor walls.“BOOM—!!”The two silver blades pinning him to the pillar suddenly shattered into countless silver particles.They simply could not withstand the terrifying Wolf King instinct surging through him—a force not only restored, but hundreds and thousands of times stronger than at the peak of his former power.The pure blackness in Colin’s eyes vanished instantly.In its place burned a brilliant, majestic golden-green ghostly flame, as though a god had descended upon the world.Driven by love and the instinct to protect at all costs, his Alpha authority transcended the limitations of bloodline and tribe, completing the highest level of ultimate awakening.The giant wolf swept out one massive arm and drew the blood-covered Eranthe into his scorching chest with overwhelming yet gentle possessiveness.Then he slowly straightened his tow
It was not thunder.It was the furious howl of several heavy military helicopters, their rotors violently churning the air.Blinding white searchlights, like the swords of divine judgment, instantly pierced through the shattered dome of the manor, illuminating the pale, twisted faces of hundreds of vampires in the hall until they were nearly blinded.“Bang! Bang! Bang!”Dozens of tear gas canisters and high-frequency infrared concussion grenades rained from above, exploding throughout the ruins. Thick smoke and deafening blasts instantly swept through the entire hall.“Supreme National Security Bureau! Drop your weapons! Get on your knees with your hands behind your head immediately!!”Director Rennes’s authoritative amplified voice cut through the smoke.The next moment, teams of special police officers wearing black heavy ballistic armor and carrying high-frequency sonic shields and miniature silver-ion rapid-fire guns stormed through the shattered windows along rappel lines like li
Eranthe gave the command in a hoarse voice into the microphone in front of her.On the screen, countless dense cross-border financial reports fell like a waterfall.Her fingertip landed on a line of data—Vueling Fund.It was a name she had once heard from Dylan when she was dating him, an offshore shell black fund forcibly introduced through all of Dylan’s private connections.“So it’s here.”Eranthe’s pupils contracted slightly.As an administrative manager, she was extremely familiar with cross-border supply chain procurement reports. She precisely traced 142 anonymous offshore transfers routed through Ashly Hotel’s upper management over the past three years linked to Vueling Fund.The numbers were astonishingly large. All the funds ultimately pointed to an overseas cargo ship company on the high seas called “Black Tide Logistics.”And the real controller behind this company was precisely the group of old vampire elites attempting to put Colin to death.Smuggling high-concentration
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