Nadine's gaze fixed on the five elite soldiers of Alex's special forces as they burst in the safe room with astonishing speed, their movements silent yet deadly. They advanced, unloading a barrage of bullets at Nadine with clinical precision. These were the crème de la crème of Alex's army, hardened by years of executing the most perilous missions for the dark king.They had retirement with a lot of money and went into hiding. Bound by a single debt to Alex, they were compelled to return to service in times of dire need.As bullets riddled her body, Nadine's transformation into a werewolf began. The soldiers, unshaken by her metamorphosis, continued their assault. They aimed for her knees, arms, anywhere that would cripple her ability to fight back. Despite their silence, their intent was clear as day. They seemed to shout with every shot: “Be silent, beast! Your fearsome reputation means nothing. We've hunted your kind before.”Despite the onslaught, Nadine's formidable strength as a

On the news of the media, a camera was moving, capturing a startling scene unfolding in the quiet houses. A man, lounging on his balcony, noticed the man with the camera. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stood up, his voice tinged with unease, “Who are you looking for?”Suddenly, the camera shifted, revealing a hand holding a gun firing towards the man, who quickly collapsed with blood on the floor. And the cameraman also, the murderer, ran away from the house balcony to the road. Inside the house, his wife's heart-wrenching scream pierced the air as she dashed out, her eyes wide with horror, to cradle the lifeless body of her husband. The camera feed showed the black superbike, the attackers fleeing with the superbike facing the road, the footage evidently captured from a helmet camera.The news presenters, their faces somber and voices heavy with gravity, reported, “This is the 18:10 victim, a tragedy in Settle, Washington. The Dark king organization is on a rampage as we begi

Nadine remembered her answer to Alex that time.Alex, I am a CIA agent. I worked hard to get this position, and I am doing the right thing. You should let go of your fate to be a criminal and follow me, rather than me letting go of the right thing and following you into the criminal world. Her stance was unwavering. At that moment, she believed Alex loved her deeply, and if he did, he would let go of everything for her."I won't force you," Alex responded, his voice carrying a weight of resignation. He looked away, to the distant horizon of the sea. They were on the luxury yacht, enjoying their relationship. "I don’t have a family, and Roberto is the only one I have. I will die for him and go where he goes. I can't leave him. And if you are still with the CIA, we will never be together. I will have to find my fated mate." His words floated between them, a stark reminder of the chasm their choices had created.Nadine chuckled, her amusement outweighing any hint of regret. "Alex, I have

Perched in the wheelchair, I remained still, conscious that excessive movement was unwise. Beside me, Aurora exerted gentle pressure on the handles, guiding us toward the study room. My gaze drifted to the computer screen, and I initiated the conversation with Linda, “Can you update me with everything during my absence?”“Yes, Master Alex, I will display the updates on the screen since you can assimilate the information more swiftly than I could verbalize it,” Linda responded with efficiency.I expressed my gratitude, “Much thanks, Linda.”Turning towards Aurora, I noticed her profound effort to maintain composure. “You’ve been doing wonderfully. I'll take it from here,” I reassured her. At my words, Aurora’s resolve wavered; her face contorted as if she were on the verge of tears, and she enveloped me in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, let me finish this first,” I whispered, trying to provide solace.As Aurora's tears cascaded down her cheeks, she seated herself beside me.“Linda, please

I found myself waiting in a room that closely resembled a futuristic hospital, reminiscent of scenes from science fiction Hollywood movies. Clad in a one-piece garment of soft blue hue, seemingly selected for its comfort by those who escorted us here. They even offered me easy-to-wear one-piece shoes, their thin soles remarkably comfortable.Alex had been escorted into another chamber, one I was barred from entering. A woman, reminiscent of a nurse in demeanor and attire, approached me. She was beautiful, with flawless skin that made it hard to determine her age; though her facial features suggested maturity, her skin resembled that of a teenager. Her lips moved, articulating words in a language alien to me, while her hands danced in gestures I couldn't.With a grace that seemed almost ceremonial, she secured a new device onto my wrist. It came to life at her touch, conjuring a transparent screen that hovered in the air before me, as tangible yet elusive as a mirage. This screen, she