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Project Seventh Sends Assassin

Penulis: Mirae Melaina
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-30 01:52:17

The second assassin came at midnight.

Anya was restless. Pacing her room. The heat symptoms building, skin too sensitive, temperature spiking, the need pulling at her insides. Not full heat yet. But close. So close.

She heard the alarm. Distant. Then closer. Gunfire. Shouting.

Training overrode discomfort. She grabbed her gun. Moved toward the door.

Dimitri was there. Blocking her path. "No. You stay here. You're compromised."

"I'm pre-heat. Not helpless."

"Anya..."

"Move. That's an order, Pakhan." She used his title. Sharp. Commanding. The Luna giving orders. "I'm still operational. Still capable. Let me work."

He moved. Reluctantly. "Stay behind me. Any sign the heat's getting worse, you fall back.

Understood?"

"Understood."

They moved through the cabin. Nikolai and Marcus were already engaging. Anya heard suppressed weapons. Professional tactics. Not random mercenaries. Trained operators.

Project Seventh had sent their best.

"Two hostiles," Marcus reported through comms. "No, three
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  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Anya Confronts Katya

    Three days of silence.Katya hadn't left her room except for bathroom breaks. Hadn't spoken except for one-word answers. Hadn't eaten more than necessary to keep Dr. Chen from force-feeding her.She was thinking. Processing. Deciding.Anya had given her space. Time. Patience. But watching her sister disappear into herself, watching her shrink and fade, was torture.On the third night, Anya knocked. "Katya. I'm coming in. You can tell me to leave, but I'm coming in first."She opened the door. Found Katya sitting by the window. Staring at nothing. Looking like a ghost of herself."Hey," Anya said softly. Sat on the bed. Not crowding. Just... present. "You've been quiet.""I've been thinking.""About what the witch said? About choosing to forget?""About everything." Katya turned. Her face was hollow. Exhausted. "About whether I want to remember. About whether..." Her voice cracked. "About whether ignorance really is bliss.""Is it?""I don't know. Right now, I don't remember being tort

  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Witch Returns to Check on Spell

    Baba Konstantine appeared three days after the attack.No warning. No phone call. Just, there. Standing in the cabin living room like she'd always been there. Like physics and locked doors were suggestions rather than rules."The girl," the witch said without preamble. "She is unwell."Anya jumped. Hand going to where her gun should be, except she'd left it upstairs. "How did you get in?""I walk where I please, little Luna. Doors are for people who cannot see sideways through the world." Baba Konstantine moved closer. Studying Anya with eyes too old, too knowing. "The magic. It has consequences. Always consequences. I came to check.""Check what?""If the price was worth paying. If my spell did what was needed. If..." She stopped. Tilted her head. "The sister. She attacked you. I smell the violence. See the echoes of fear.""How could you possibly...""I am old, girl. Old enough to see things invisible to young eyes. Old enough to know magic leaves marks. Scars on souls." The witch m

  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Katya Has Nightmare, Attacks Anya

    The screaming woke Anya at 2 AM.She was moving before consciousness fully returned, years of training kicking in. Out of bed. Down the hall. Toward Katya's room where the screaming continued. Raw. Terrified. The sound of someone trapped in nightmare."Katya!" Anya burst through the door. "Katya, wake up! You're..."Her sister moved like lightning. Off the bed. Hands finding Anya's throat. Squeezing. The grip professional. Precise. The hold of someone trained to kill.Anya couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. She grabbed Katya's wrists, tried to break the grip, but her sister was stronger than she looked. Stronger than she should be.The hybrid program. They'd trained her. Even without memories, the muscle memory remained.Black spots danced in Anya's vision. She had seconds. Maybe less.Training overrode panic. She brought her knee up, hard, precise, into Katya's stomach. Her sister gasped, grip loosening. Anya twisted, broke free, put distance between them."Katya! It's me! It's Anya!

  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Anya Trains With Volkov Pack Enforcers

    The training room smelled like sweat and testosterone.Anya stood in the center, facing six Volkov enforcers. Big men. Alphas all. Looking at her with barely concealed skepticism."This is the Luna?" one of them, Viktor, built like a tank, said. Not quite under his breath. "She looks like she'd break in half.""Looks can be deceiving," Dimitri said from the doorway. Arms crossed. Watching. "Why don't you test that theory, Viktor?"Viktor grinned. Feral. "With pleasure, Pakhan."He stepped onto the mat. Anya sized him up. Six-four. Maybe 240. Combat training, military, from his stance. Confident. Maybe overconfident.Good. Overconfidence she could use."Rules?" she asked."No permanent damage. No hits to the face... Pakhan would kill me. Everything else is fair game." Viktor cracked his knuckles. "Ready, little omega?"She didn't answer. Just moved.Fast. Faster than he expected. Inside his guard before he could react. Swept his leg. Used his weight against him. He went down hard, and

  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Alexei Mediates

    The tension in the cabin was thick enough to choke on.Anya sat at the kitchen table, staring at her coffee. Dimitri stood by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Nikolai was conspicuously absent, smart man, getting out before the storm hit.They'd been dancing around it for three days. The jealousy. The guilt. The uncomfortable truth that heat had complicated pack dynamics in ways none of them had anticipated.Alexei walked in, took one look at them, and sighed. "Alright. That's enough. Both of you, living room. Now.""Alexei..." Dimitri started."Don't 'Alexei' me. You're both miserable. Anya's drowning in guilt. You're drowning in jealousy. And Nikolai's avoiding both of you like you've got the plague. This stops now."Anya wanted to argue. Wanted to say she was fine. But Alexei's expression said he wasn't buying it.They moved to the living room. Alexei positioned himself between them like a referee. Which, she supposed, he was."Okay. Let's talk about triad bonds," Alexei said. N

  • THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA   Dimitri Jealous of Nikolai's Intimacy

    Dimitri told himself he wasn't jealous.He'd told Anya the truth, he was grateful Nikolai had helped. Grateful his brother had been there when he couldn't be. Grateful Anya had survived.But.There was a but. Small. Irrational. Buried deep where the mate bond couldn't quite reach it.He watched Anya and Nikolai at breakfast. The easy way they interacted now. The comfortable silences. The inside jokes that had developed during those three hours when Nikolai had been the one taking care of her.The way she smiled at him. Relaxed. Trusting. The same way she smiled at Dimitri but, different somehow. Special in a way that made something in Dimitri's chest tighten."You're staring," Alexei said quietly. Sitting beside him. "Also brooding. Staring and brooding. Not a good look.""I'm not brooding.""You're definitely brooding. What's wrong?""Nothing.""Liar." Alexei followed his gaze. To Anya and Nikolai laughing about something. "Ah. The jealousy.""I'm not jealous.""You're absolutely jea

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