LOGINThe office was unusable.
Cracked desk, scattered documents, lingering pressure still clinging to the walls, none of it was fit for continued discussion.Orina, still pale but composed, stepped out long enough to call for staff to begin cleaning and repairs. Matthias led the way to one of the larger conference rooms on the same floor.The others followed in silence.Once the door closed behind them, Aslan took a seat and folded his hands on the table.“Someone explain whaClementine did not let the quiet in the basement settle.He kept his body angled between Mivano and the door, questions coming in a steady, unfriendly line meant to strip the story down to something that either held or broke.“Who sent you to Redridge?”“No one. I went on my own.”“How long have you been tracking Mist?”“Months. Rumors first, then names of places that matched the rescue patterns.”“Anyone paying you for what you find?”“No.”“Anyone waiting for a signal once you got close?”Mivano’s jaw tightened.“If I had a handler I would not be sitting in a dusty hole answering a sixteen-year-old’s questions while my sister is still missing.”Clementine’s eyes stayed hard.“Sisters make convenient stories. You could have picked the detail because it pulls sympathy.”“I picked it because it is true.” Mivano’s voice stayed low, but the edge in it was real. “You want the year? Last autumn. You want the last place I had a solid tra
Liliana and Clementine did not stay on the street level for long.The chase had already pulled ahead into tighter lanes, soldiers shouting, boots hard on stone. They took the roofs instead, short jumps between flat edges, hands catching ledges, bodies low against the skyline so the afternoon light would not paint them for anyone looking up. From above they tracked the black cloak as it cut through the last open stretch and dove into a narrow alley that turned sharp left.They dropped into the turn together.Clementine caught the man’s arm; Liliana took the other side. Between them they hauled him up onto a low balcony half-hidden by hanging flower boxes and pressed a spare scent mask into his hands before either of them spoke. He put it on without argument. Below, the Purplefang soldiers spilled into the alley, noses working, voices rising in frustration as the trail they had been running went suddenly cold.“Scent’s gone....split up. Check every corne
The next day Liliana and Clementine left Redborne with Lea, the three of them moving under the thin cover of a wealthy family traveling to Purplefang to purchase household servants. Orina had insisted on coming. Liliana agreed after only a short argument, and Matthias’s relief at having her with them was plain enough that no one pressed the point further.While the rest of the allied forces spread to their assigned stations and kept every communication line open and live, the small party crossed into Purplefang by mid-afternoon. They wore the clean, understated clothes of money that did not need to announce itself, fine fabric, quiet jewelry, the kind of presence that opened doors without raising voices.Purplefang’s main avenue carried them toward a restaurant known for afternoon entertainment. Inside, the light was warm and low. A low stage held a rotating line of performers: a singer with a clear, carrying voice, a poet working through measured verses, a st
>>>Back to Redborne mansionWhile Paloma settled into the careful performance Dimesius required of her, simple clothes, softened voice, the long patience of a woman learning a new master’s rules, Liliana finished the last lines of the first strike plan against Lowlith Falls.The mark Ananaya wore had already paid part of its price. Rogues who still answered old paths had been pressed for layout and timing until a workable blueprint of the breeding facility sat under glass in the Redborne war room. Theories had hardened into routes, choke points, and exit paths that could be hit hard and left burning.Inside that room the allied Alphas gathered under Matthias’s lead.Maps covered the central table. Troop numbers and supply lists ran down the side boards. Matthias opened the session without ceremony, voice carrying the weight of a man who had already decided the cost was worth paying.“Every pack represented here will commit warriors, soldier
>>>Paloma's PerspectiveDimesius did not give her time to gather the fury into anything useful.He pulled his fingers free, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room, and used the same hand to shove the simple dress higher until it bunched at her waist. The panties followed, ripped at the hip rather than eased down, and cool air touched skin that was already flushed and slick. Paloma snarled something incoherent about Shaina and old men and lies, but the sound broke when he set the head of his cock against her and pushed in without warning or care for adjustment.The stretch punched a raw noise out of her.He was thicker than the three fingers had prepared her for, and he did not stop halfway. One long, relentless drive seated him to the root, hips flush to the backs of her thighs, the table’s edge biting into her stomach as he pinned her there. Paloma’s hands scrabbled at the wood. Her cunt clenched hard around the sudden fullness, angry and
>>>Paloma's PerspectiveAfter the regenerative potion had done its work and the last of Querian’s scent had been washed from her skin, Ferdinand gave the final instructions in the corridor outside the waiting car.“Dress simply. Act innocent. Dimesius has a taste for that, wide eyes, soft voice, the kind of woman who still looks like she might blush.”Paloma’s smirk was quick and private.“Easy. I have worn that face before.”The car Dimesius sent was already idling. The moment she settled into the back seat, a thick blindfold settled over her eyes and the world went dark. The drive stretched long enough that the act she had prepared began to chafe. The cloth irritated the bridge of her nose. The silence and the unknown road scraped at her patience. When the vehicle finally stopped, the door opened on rough hands. She was yanked out without care for balance or dignity and forced into a fast walk, someone’s grip hard around her upper arm, boots s
The weeks after their bonding turned into months of pure heat. Matthias and Shaina could not keep their hands off each other. Whenever Matthias finished his work early and came home to the mansion, Shaina would never leave their shared bedroom. She waited for him there, already wet and ready.The
For a week, the Redborne mansion buzzed with celebration. Shaina settled into her new life as Luna of the Redborne pack. Servants bowed when she passed. Her days filled with learning the layout of the grand house and planning small projects with the funds Matthias had given her.Matthias stayed bu
"Matthias, I accept the bond between us." Shaina stepped forward, helping the kneeling Redborne Lycan to his feet. Shaina was the sought-after Luna from the Silvershade Pack, home to the most dominant Omega bloodline. "Shaina, you will never regret choosing me," Matthias said, gripping her hands
The dining hall went completely still the moment Matthias' voice filled the room. Everyone froze. The servants sat stiff in their chairs. Liliana was still crying loudly in his arms, her small body shaking. Matthias walked forward with heavy steps. “What happened here?” His voice was low and







