_Zarek’s POV_The wind howled as our convoy rolled into Valerian’s territory, kicking up dust like a warning. But I wasn’t here to make peace. Neither was Zade. Behind us, a fleet of black SUVs came to a stop, each one packed with trained guards, armed and ready.Zade and I stepped out simultaneously, our eyes locked on the grand but ugly building ahead. Valerian’s pack house. It always looked like something out of a horror movie to me, dark bricks, tall towers, and cold steel gates. And yet… music was playing.I exchanged a look with my twin. “Indeed, a wedding,” I said, tightening my jaw.“That’s what it looks like,” Zade muttered, already walking ahead.We stormed through the gates without permission. Nobody stopped us. Nobody dared.Inside, the hall was decorated with white flowers and golden ribbons. Guests were scattered in confusion. An altar stood at the center, lit candles melting slowly beside it. But there was no bride.Valerian appeared at the top of the steps, his express
Last Updated : 2025-05-13
