XavierI woke up and found it was afternoon, the golden rays of the sun slipping through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth upon the room. My gaze drifted to my side, where Lauren lay peacefully, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of slumber. Her long hair spilt across the pillow, and I couldn't help but smile. It had been a month since I saw her. I could not believe her father had rescued us from the clutches of those ruthless hunters.Careful not to disturb her, I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The mirror revealed the face of a man who had seen more than he ever wanted to. The beard that had grown wild during my captivity was now reduced to stubble. I couldn't bear the feeling of it on my skin; it served as a constant reminder of the darkness I had narrowly escaped.As I shaved, I pondered the events of the past month. The hunter's prison had been a living nightmare, and the fact that I had managed to survive felt like a miracle. It was the rescue mission mou

Xavier I watched Gail apply the balm to the back of his arm and wait. The balm was colourless when she applied it, but it started turning dark."You sure you flushed his system, doc?" She asked the doctor, and the woman could not speak. I already knew what was happening. Someone had instructed them to ensure he did not leave. I could guess who it was, but I needed to hear the name. If Levi dies, then Gilbert cannot handle the affair. It will fall on Jacob, and Jacob will be forced to take up the reins. Killing two officers in a row will be suspicious, and those not in the plot will figure it out quickly.I also suspect that my father's Illness is not a coincidence."Look at me, Dr Karen. There was a possibility you thought I wouldn't return and you were following orders. Who instructed you to keep Levi in a comatose state indefinitely,” I said, leaving Gail to work on Levi.The doctor's lips quivered, and she began to shed tears."It was Luna Isabella," she said, and I frowned at her

Xavier I surrounded the vicinity of Gilbert's office after I was confident that my parents were safe in the hidden bunker of their home. Soren and I went into the building. I owned it anyway, so no one dared stop me. Taking the elevator, we went up to Gilbert's floor. His secretary was surprised to see me. I knew everyone knew of my arrest, so escaping the hunter's den was a badge of honour because no one had ever come out alive. I was grateful that I did not fight Darius that day. He would have killed me, and it wouldn't have mattered that I did not break any law. Landon bought me time by putting his life in danger. I was forever grateful for that, and I will always show my appreciation. We walked into Gilbert's office, and there was a bottle of Whisky on his table. I was trying to read him and, at the same time, maintain composure. 'What is this? Isabella has taken over my pack and is given orders, Gilbert? Didn't you do your job as you have been paid," I asked him, and he looke

Lauren Amidst the chaos, I locked eyes with a feral wolf, its red gaze filled with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. It lunged at me, and I barely had time to react. My reflexes were heightened, but the sheer ferocity of the attack was overwhelming. I fired a round, and the wolf yelped in pain as it tumbled to the ground. Beside me, Landon was locked in a deadly tussle with another feral. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he fought to keep the snarling beast at bay. His strength and determination were awe-inspiring, and I knew we couldn't afford to lose. Abel and his group of hunters fought with a fierce precision that complemented our own efforts. They moved as one, a well-coordinated unit, driving the ferals back and giving us the opportunity to regroup and reload. By ten in the night, we were battered and bruised, our clothes torn, and our bodies covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. But we couldn't afford to give in to exhaustion or pain. We fought on, drive