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33: Epilogue
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2026-09-03 06:35:31
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Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 33: Epilogue
*Cathwulf*Smoke follows us into the dawn.By the time we clear the annex, the sky is turning that thin gray-blue that makes every bad night look briefly survivable. Sprinklers still spit from broken windows. Fire crews, human and wolf both, swarm the loading yard under Bram's barking direction. Mara sits on the back of an ambulance in a blanket and curses anybody who tries to call her brave. Rook has found a cigarette from nowhere and is smoking with the vicious concentration of a man who has earned every drag.Bodies are covered. Names are being written down.That matters.No euphemisms. No guest, no inventory, no regrettable loss. Just names, as many as we can recover from files, cages, manifests, memory. Nessa has a laptop balanced on the hood of a truck, wet curls escaping everywhere, typing like vengeance has wrists.I stand beside her in Therian's jacket and read over her shoulder as she builds the list.Mika.Jonel.Pale twins, Adra and Elsi.Three rogues still unknown.A wol
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 32: The coat room burns
*Cathwulf*The annex looks uglier on the way back in.Maybe that is because I know what is inside now. Maybe it is because I am wearing Therian's jacket over bare skin and smelling wolves, blood, diesel, and freezer burn all at once. Maybe it is because once a place has shown you the cages, the polished parts stop pretending.The freed wolves come with us.Not all of them. Mara can barely stand, and Bram forces two fighters to get the worst injured out to the trucks with enough authority to make them obey without wasting breath. But the brindled male from the overturned convoy shifts half back to human, huge and scarred and shivering, and says, "Vault's below the cryo floor. He keeps the premium stock there."Premium stock.I put my hand on the concrete wall for one second because otherwise I might scream and never stop.Therian hears the hitch in my breathing. "Cathwulf.""I'm fine," I say automatically.He gives me one look. "No, you're not."The honesty of that almost steadies me.
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 31: Opal in the bloodlight
*Cathwulf* The tranq rifle kicks harder than I expect.My shot blows out the rear tire of the nearest truck instead of anything elegant. Rubber bursts with a sound like a gunshot in a cathedral. The whole refrigerated unit fishtails across wet concrete, clips a stack of plastic pallets, and slams sideways into a loading post."That counts," I shout.Therian is already moving.He sprints beside me through the floodlit yard, boots hammering the pavement, all broad fury and ruthless focus. The other two trucks keep going, white boxes on wheels carrying breathing bodies toward the south gate. Sirens scream over us. Red alarms flash against the annex walls and turn the night into a cheap apocalypse.A guard bursts out from behind a forklift with a shock baton raised.I fire on instinct. The dart catches him in the shoulder. He gets one offended look on his face, then folds like expensive laundry."Useful," I mutter, and keep running.The wrecked truck rocks on its ruined axle. Something
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 30: Pack on the hook
*Cathwulf*The chapel fills with the sound of alarms, broken glass, and men discovering they are no longer the only predators in the room.Bram disappears through the inner door with two wolves at his back. I hear snarling, metal slamming, somebody shouting for keys. Therian stays between me and Torn Eviil, broad as a barricade, while the gas thins in ragged white ribbons near the rafters.Eviil steps away from the altar, one hand smoothing the front of his suit as if we have merely interrupted dessert. "I had hoped you would be more singular than this, Cathwulf."I cough hard enough to taste sweetness and bile. "You skinned Mara for ambiance. Forgive me for skipping etiquette."His smile flickers. "Not yet, actually. That was the point."That lands like a blade.Therian lunges.Eviil jerks backward with a speed that would be comical if it were not so well rehearsed, knocking over a display case as he moves. Glass explodes across the stone floor. He slaps his palm against a brass pane
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 29: Furriers chapel
*Cathwulf* The blood on the ribbon is not much.That almost makes it worse.A dramatic splash would be cartoonish. This is a thumb smear, dark and dried against black satin, as if whoever tied the box had done it with a cut hand and a steady pulse. Nessa opens the lid with a pen while the rest of us stand around it like parishioners at a cursed christening.Inside lies a white fox-fur stole.Not fake. Not synthetic. Real fur, creamy and luminous under the office lamp, soft enough to make my stomach turn on contact. Nestled beneath it is a card in Torn Eviil's beautiful handwriting.‘For the chapel, since one should dress appropriately for revelation.’The blood is not human.A courtesy sample from one of our more difficult guests.Come alone if you want the living to remain so.The address is printed below. Fairfield.My hand goes cold around the edge of the desk.Therian reads over my shoulder and goes still in that terrifying way he has, all movement stripped out and violence packe
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 28: The dress that bleed
*Cathwulf*I do not sleep in the pack house.I attempt sleep in the pack house, which is a very different sport.Therian gives me a room at the far end of the guest wing and does not call it mine, ours, or safe. He says, "It locks from the inside. Bram is at the stairwell. Nessa is across the hall if you need her. If you need me, send for me."Then he waits like he is expecting another condition.I fold my arms. "And if I do not need you?"His face stays steady, but something tired moves behind it. "Then I stay away."That should be easy. It is not.He leaves. The door closes. The room is warm, clean, and too nice. Heavy curtains. A broad bed. A lamp with a brass base shaped like antlers because werewolves are incapable of decorating without committing to the bit. Somebody has set my new shoes by the wardrobe and left a folded gray sleep shirt on the bed, plain cotton, no lace, no agenda.I hate that the lack of agenda feels intimate.I shower because I smell like dust, old coffee, an
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 4: The Young alpha
*Therian*“No, no focus for god's sake”. I growl, feeling annoyed and shaking my head, as I walk around between my supposedly best warriors. I am watching them as they are training their techniques in human form.They might think it
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 3: The naughty CEO
*Cathwulf*I quickly make my way to his office and knock on the door. Of course I can’t let my boss wait, that would be rude.His deep sexy voice with the smooth British accent calls. “Come on in”.Mr. Evil
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 2: Going to work
*Cathwulf*On my way to work, walking through the small town of Azalea in Oregon, I am thinking about all the big things that will or might happen soon.The rituals and the first change is certain, unless I should happen to not have a wolf, but that is so r
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 1: Her birthday
*Cathwulf*I am awoken by birds singing outside my window. After stretching my slender, yet curvy body, I spring out of bed, feeling so happy and elated as a young girl possibly can.Finally the day I have been waiting for all of my life is here, my eightee
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