All Chapters of Venom's Plaything - A Dark MC Shifter Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Venom had chosen this retreat carefully. An isolated mountain Cabin that was nestled among pine trees. It was a complete contrast to the high tech compound they'd left behind but still it was defensible, and most importantly, far from the surveillance equipment that had been plaguing Velia's peace of mind."It's perfect," Velia breathed, stepping onto the wraparound porch. For the first time in weeks, her shoulders weren't rigid with tension and she didn't look worried or scared. Just peaceful.The persistent feeling of being watched had finally lifted."Ghost thinks I'm being overprotective," Venom said as he hauled their bags inside. "Taking you away when we should be hunting for whoever's been monitoring the compound.""Sometimes the best defense is a strategic retreat." Velia said, smiling as she followed him into the cozy interior, noting the stone fireplace, handmade furniture, and windows that offered good views of the surrounding wilderness. "Besides, I needed this. We nee

The seventh letter came on a Tuesday morning, hand-delivered like all the others despite the compound's enhanced security measures. This time, however, the envelope bore Velia's full name written in elegant calligraphy, along with details that made her blood run cold.My Beloved Velia,I know you prefer lavender tea at precisely 7:23 AM, two sugars, no cream. I know you unconsciously twist your hair when concentrating on complex formulas. I know you hum that little melody, the one from your childhood music box, when you think no one is listening.How beautiful you looked yesterday in your purple laboratory coat. Your father would be proud of the elegance with which you handle delicate instruments.But I also know other things. I know the Alpha forces you to sleep with weapons within reach. I know he's installed motion sensors in your private spaces. I know he monitors your communications and restricts your movements under the guise of "protection."This is not love, my dear Velia. T

"No more waiting," Venom declared during the dawn security briefing. "Every minute we stay defensive, Kane's cult grows stronger and bolder. We will hunt him down and end this."Ghost looked up from the tactical maps spread across the conference table. "Boss, we don't even know where he's based. His disciples could be operating from anywhere within a hundred-mile radius.""Then we draw him out," Venom replied, turning to face her, "Make him come to us on ground we choose.""And how exactly do we do that?" Stalker asked.Before Venom could answer, Velia stepped forward. "By using me as bait. I'm what he wants so I should be part of the hunt.""Absolutely not," Venom's response was immediate and non-negotiable. "You're staying here where you're protected.""Protected from what? His disciples are already inside our perimeter. They've already compromised our security, sabotaged our equipment, and turned this compound into a prison." Velia's voice carried the frustration of weeks spent und

VeliaThe morning came on like a bruise: purple leaking into gray, gray fading to the hard pale of winter sun. The compound rarely slept, but today it felt as if everyone had agreed to breathe more quietly—boots stepped softer, doors clicked instead of slammed, engines coughed once and then held their tongues. Grief had a way of teaching even beasts to move like monks. Marco had taught them that much by dying the way he did, and the silence he left behind lodged like a stone in Velia’s chest.She paused outside the lab, fingers curled around the keycard lanyard, throat tasting of copper and old sleeplessness. The rebuild still smelled faintly of solder and lemon cleaner. New glass, new seals, new locks, new fire suppression—every surface a promise Venom had forced into steel. And yet the quiet hummed wrong. A held breath. A curtain before a stage.She slipped inside and let the door seal behind her with a muted sigh.The space reflected her in miniature: patched together and insisting

VeliaThe rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in silver sheets, relentless, whispering across the compound roof like a language only ghosts could speak.Venom had come back hours ago—blood on his jaw, eyes distant, voice low when he told her to stay inside. Stay in the lab. Lock the doors. Then he was gone again, disappearing into the storm with that clipped, predatory focus that always made her heart twist between fear and something far more dangerous.Now she sat alone in the glow of her monitors, the hum of the servers like static in her veins. The world outside was chaos, but here… here was quiet.And in the quiet, the ghosts spoke.The inbox blinked.At first, she thought it was another system alert, maybe a border warning from Hacker’s network. But the sender field froze her blood.From: Unknown Encrypted NodeSubject: To My Brightest CreationHer fingers hovered over the mouse. The subject line pulsed, as if breathing. Against every rational instinct, she clicked.My dearest Veli