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The sun had dipped lower over the horizon, splashing the beach in strokes of fiery orange and muted violet. The waves rolled with lazy persistence, as though the ocean itself was indifferent to the storm that was about to break among the seven friends standing in the sand. Their laughter and relief from earlier had thinned into cautious silence as Clara, with her notepad pressed tightly against her chest, approached.Her heels sank awkwardly into the sand, every step stiff, but her chin was lifted high, her reporter’s resolve battling the tremor in her hands.“Lucas,” she called, her voice carrying across the wind, sharp but slightly breathless. “Liam. All of you.”The group stiffened. Lucas’s jaw locked while Liam’s arms folded tightly across his chest. Aiden and Graham exchanged a look, their faces darkening with recognition and distaste.Lily’s stomach twisted.Clara stopped just short of the group, shifting her weight nervously. “Is it true?” she demanded. “Did you actually cat
The salty breeze carried the muffled groans of the bound Crescent rogues as they were dragged across the sand by the resort’s security team. Two of the rogues stumbled, their legs weak, but the guards yanked them upright with no sympathy.At a distance, the Alpha twins’ bodyguards stood locked in conversation with the head of resort security. Their voices were low but urgent. Every so often, one of them glanced toward the rogues, ensuring no trick or sudden escape attempt would mar this victory.The rest of the group—Lily, Maya, Lena, Aiden, Lucas, Liam, and Graham—stood together in a loose circle on the sand. The tension of battle was still clinging to their skin, but relief had started to seep into their shoulders. Their laughter came in short bursts, like nervous fireworks after a storm.“I still can’t believe we pulled that off,” Graham said, running a hand through his messy hair. His shirt clung to his back, stained with both sweat and dirt.Lena grinned, brushing a lock of ha
The Crescent rogue claws dug lightly into the soft skin of Lily's neck, sharp enough to break flesh with the slightest twitch.“Stay where you are,” the rogue hissed, his voice low and venomous. “One wrong step, and she bleeds out before your eyes.”Lucas’s entire body trembled. He wanted to lunge, to rip the bastard apart, but the sight of those claws at Lily’s throat rooted him to the spot. Beside him, Liam’s face was carved from stone, though his eyes blazed with a fury that threatened to consume him whole.“Let her go,” Liam demanded, his voice deep and commanding, carrying the weight of an Alpha even though he kept his stance measured. “She’s not your fight.”The rogue chuckled, the sound bitter. “Everything connected to you twins is my fight.”Lucas’s hands clenched into fists. “If it’s us you want, then take us. But release her.”“Do you think I’m stupid?” The rogue sneered, pressing his claws harder into Lily’s neck until a thin line of blood fell against her skin. Lily fli
Lucas stood at the center, his fists clenched tight enough that his knuckles ached. He had been listening—watching—waiting. But now, he was no longer hidden. His temper had betrayed him.Across from him, three men lounged with a carelessness that felt more dangerous than open hostility. They were Crescent rogues—wolves who had long turned their backs on order, respect, and pack loyalty.The tallest one, with shaggy black hair and eyes that glinted, grinned at Lucas as though he has been waiting for this confrontation.“Well, well,” the rogue drawled, tapping a chipped glass against the table. “Look who decided to crawl out of hiding. One of the Alpha twins.”The second rogue, shorter but broader in the shoulders, leaned forward and spat on the ground.“You should’ve stayed in the shadows, pup. This room doesn’t welcome your kind.”The third rogue chuckled low. “Maybe he thinks he’s a hero. Maybe he thinks he’s got claws sharp enough to stand against us.” His laughter cracked into so
The air was thick with salt and the faint hum of cicadas as Lucas, Liam, Maya, Lily, Graham, Aiden, Lena, and the ever-watchful bodyguard slipped along the narrow pathway at the side of the beach resort. The main building, with its easy energy and streams of laughter, seemed a world away compared to the silence they were walking into now. Here, the walls were darker, the pathway less maintained, as though deliberately hidden from the eyes of the wealthy guests. Lucas’s steps were silent but purposeful, the Alpha aura he carried making even the shadows feel like they bent out of his way. Still, caution was not just an option—it was their lifeline. Ahead stood the side building. It looked like nothing more than a storage shack, tucked between the service alley and the edge of the beach cliffs. A faded wooden door leaned slightly on its hinges, and light spilled out from a gap near the frame. Through that crack came the faint rumble of voices and the occasional clatter of dishes.
The side building looked nothing like the glittering suites and polished glass of the main resort. It was the kind of place people didn’t look twice at. Which made it perfect for hiding something, or someone. Aiden stood at the edge of the alley beside Lena, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on that door as if staring long enough might force the truth out. His hand twitched at his side, itching for action. “I saw him,” he said again, more to himself than anyone else. “I’m not mistaken. The tattoo was clear. Crescent rogues. He tried to keep his sleeve down, but I saw it.” Footsteps echoed on the pavement. Maya and Lily appeared, moving quickly down the narrow lane, Lily’s bodyguard trailing behind with practiced vigilance. “Maya, Lily,” Lena called softly, gesturing them over. The girls hurried to their side, their eyes darting around the quiet service alley as if the shadows themselves might lunge at them. “We're here. How're things?” Lily demanded, her voice low but urgent. “Th