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Hovering in the air was an Augusta Westland AW109 Grand Versace VIP Helicopter. Onboard was the patriarch of the Lausanne clan together with Detective Giovanni Andrews. The six-point three million dollars privately-owned luxury chopper was fully covered in Versace leather with gold and crystal designs on interiors. Detective Andrews was in awe gaping at the extravagance around him. His acquired wealth from his conspiracies with Amante earned him a fortune that he and his wife Mikaela had expended on some business ventures with the Squat Squad. But it was just a pinch in comparison with trillions of dollars the infamous family got. And that was what gave him the resolution to face the imminent risk of dealing with the clan. However, as they were approaching the magnificent mansion on the island, cold creeps of dread ti
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Amante POV Werewolves against humans. This would be my second chance to witness the destructive clash between our races. But this time, the outcome would be different. Iâll make sure of that! I am not the weak child anymore who cowered in a safe dwelling while his family and friends were being murdered mercilessly. My years of pent-up anger and thirst for revenge had me ignited the power in me. Amaltheoâs roused as well. We are together at this crucial time. I can feel the exceptional strength embodied in my entire existence. I am in for a killing spree tonight. The hellacious-red silhouette of the night comes from the glimmering Trifecta moon above, a distant witness of the theater of death on the battlefield burnished with entrails, and the bitter, mordant smell of corpses emanated from it. The sodden earth became oily with ichor as a swarm of our opponents pummeled by a horde of beasts. Serried ra
Amante POV âLook at him tremble! He looks so funny I could kill him happily.â It was amusing to watch the traitor Detective Andrews as he frantically holds on to his old rifle. Fear was visible in his wrinkled face. âPatience, Amaltheo! I need to get something out of him first.â, though I feel the same eagerness to stomp on this traitor, itâs best to squeeze some information from him. And I need to know why he betrayed me. And I have asked him to check on Allyssaâs family. He must have discovered something terrible to act rashly this way. âHave you done what I have asked you?â. I stepped my way around him, intimidating him with my gigantic wolf. The turncoat must have had his tongue pulled out of him. Heâs torturously quiet. He stood stiffly for a moment, then there was a sudden change in his expression. His stares became empty of any emotions and seemed like this was the f
Amante POV The emerging early morning sunlight on the horizon gradually removed the dark cloak of the night. Its generous brightness hugged the glimmering snowflakes that showers from the sky. I slowly get up from my crouching stance. Itâs weird to feel weak and vulnerable, and somehow, I knew itâs because of wolfbane. I am not invincible, after all! My packmates, roughly about ten thousand of warriors who had survived the night because of me, huddled around with curious expressions on their faces. âThey were beyond belief when they found out you survived the blast.â, says Amaltheo as I shake my body to get rid of the powdered wolfbane left on my furs. The werewolves around jerked away to avoid being touched by the poisonous talc. I smirked at their cowardly behavior. âBeta Maziar! Howâs the search for my mate?â, I mentally asked as I trudge my way further from the hole. Itâs giving me the creeps. Beta Maziar did not resp
Amante POV It was a satisfying sex. Iâve had my fill. The howling inside my mind made by my deranged spirit wolf was futile. I could feel the burning pain in my nerves, but I ignored it. It was of Allyssaâs, not mine. It satisfies me to know sheâs hurting. âAlpha King Amante, weâve found your human mate. We bounded her in a tree here by the north of Antilla Forest.â A sudden report from one of my pack warriors stopped me in my tracks. I was half-way up to the peak. Antilla forest lies several miles away from here. I was tricked! âBeta Maziar!â, a burst of anger made me leaped back to him and pinned him down the ground. My paws were shaking in wrath as I slowly grate the skin of his face. An agonized wailing echoed helplessly on the frozen gorge. âYou, worthless scum! Allyssaâs on the other side. Youâve called me away from the opposite direction!â âI am regretful, my king! H
Amante POVI have done my best in everything I did. I was simply working out on my dreams. Was it wrong to aim for the best for oneself? I believe everybody has their own set of goals in life. The only difference I have was that I set it all up, plan it over and over, then make it come true. I see nothing wrong with that. Betrayal, murder, those were inevitable. Sacrifices must be made, somehow.I don’t know how long I have been convincing myself that I was the victim here. That it was Amaltheo and Allyssa who had wronged me. How dare they abandon me?I have watched my packmates leave, turning their back on their Alpha King. I’d punish them when I woke up.Yes. I think I’m still dreaming. I’m safe and sound asleep in my warm bed, having the most horrible nightmare I could ever have. Of course, this couldn’t be happening in real life. I’m the
Amante POV“Oh, hey, you’re awake at last!”A cheerful voice of a man stirred me up on my slumber. I’ve just opened my eyes. The white conventional ceiling above me was unfamiliar as well as the warm welcome of the stranger beside me.I pushed myself up from the floral sofa bed I was lying in. The dizziness gradually diminished.There was a hint of subtle elegance at the simplicity of this apartment. Bright and welcoming, it consists of a living room with a sofa bed which has been mocked by my lengthy physique. A few steps away was a fully equipped kitchenette with an attached bathroom. The door with a hinged photo frame of Niagara Falls seemed to be a bedroom. A livable veranda furnished with table, chairs and built-in bench with cushions were ideal for outdoor lunches and dinners. The mountain view has the promise of serene relaxation and suitable for people to spend pleasant day
Amante POV The so-called Sergeant Luis Ray Lopez and his wife blown me away with their tacky costumes. Wearing expensive custom-made tailor suit and gown doesnât give them the âwealthy-lookâ they had hoped for. Those tight fits destroyed fashion in the whole sense of it. Their ugly faces were emphasized even more, and thatâs horrendous. I was disturbed by their terrible appearances that I almost changed my mind of tagging along with them. None wouldnât be embarrassed to be seen with them. But it was inevitable. This was my only chance to get nearer my mate again. It would be a lucky opportunity for me to meet Allyssa, and most probably Amaltheo, at the party, where we were headed to. Three days ago, I have heard the human talked about the invitation he received from Lausanne Clan, the infamous family of my mate Allyssa. I have gotten an idea from the Andrewâs tell-tales about the bounties of the family, b
Amante POVThe grand feast was held on a secluded island owned by the wealthiest family in Leverland. It was named Lausanne Island and called Oracle Island by some. The place speaks for itself. All nooks and corners were covered with extravagance.“Outstanding! Look at that fountain. Its gold plated!”“Even the pots were jeweled. A piece of it would sell for thousands of dollars!”I heard those from people around me. About two hundred guests were gathered in front of a gigantic golden door. We were surrounded by sophistication and elegance outside the manor. I wonder how much more would it be inside.We had been waiting for half an hour now. Only the Lopez couple was familiar to me. Though they tried to introduce me to some people they knew, I kept my distance. I stood by the corner, observing quietly the ruckus around.The invitees were ecstatic. They have th