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Chapter Thirty One

SYRAThe engine purred low as we turned out of Kileleshwa, the city stretching out ahead like a living painting — all glass buildings, noisy streets, and warm golden haze melting.I kept my face tilted toward the window, pretending the view fascinated me.Truth was, I was just avoiding her gaze.Phil.I could feel her watching me. Every turn of the road. Even when she didn’t say a word — her presence wrapped around me like a taut string, ready to snap.God, this was awkward.Ever since our last meeting, she’s been… around. Too around. Popping up in spaces I never expected her to be. Today? She showed up at my board meeting. Uninvited. Asking about me.I didn’t even know where she was taking me now — she just said “Get in”"So tell me, Syra, what is it about you?" she asked suddenly, her voice silk.I blinked, still watching the city blur by."What do you mean?" I asked, giving her the safest chuckle I could muster.Her eyes flicked toward me, sharp and amused."Come on — girl to girl.

Chapter Thirty Two

The auction began with a howl. Not a literal one — though with all these werewolves in one place, who knew what might happen after dark?A booming voice echoed across the underground chamber, bouncing off the glass ceiling and the velvet walls.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Shadowmoon Auction!” The presenter, a lean guy with slicked-back hair and fangs too white to be natural, stood center stage like some vampire-turned-TV-host. “Our first set — ten ancient artifacts from the Lupine Era. All authentic, all infused, all yours if your pockets are deep enough.”The crowd stirred. The scent of expensive cologne, lavender wards, and high-ranking ego filled the air.First came a rusted silver collar, displayed like a crown jewel. “This, dear bidders, once belonged to Lord Caelus of the Night-Bitten. Said to suppress Alpha rage during bloodlust. Starting at ten thousand dollars.”“Twelve thousand!” “Thirteen-five!” “Sixteen!” “Eighteen!”Some old man in wolf pelts slamme

Chapter Thrity Three

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNABeing the eldest girl in the Steinhart family comes with a truckload of responsibility—especially when your mate is Alpha Oliver Jade Kendo, a brilliant but completely unhinged scientist. Yeah, that guy. The one who thinks blowing stuff up counts as “progress.” And don’t even get me started on my mother—The Blue Moon Luna, Jessicah Lidya Steinhart. She’s a legendary nutjob in her own right, half goddess, half madwoman with a lab coat.Thankfully, I got my classic temperament from my dearly departed dad—RIP to his calm, level-headed soul. Compared to the circus I grew up in, I’m practically a saint. But don’t mistake “classic” for soft. Between brawling for the CEO seat with our golden boy, Adrian, and running the entire Steinhart Artifact Recovery Division, I barely have time to breathe.Especially now.The Memory Crystal. The one thing I’ve studied, hunted, and prepped my whole damn life to acquire. It’s not just another relic. It holds a record—a rec

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

PACK WINDWARDALPHA RICHARD OMOLLO“What?” I frowned deeply, my face flushing with a mix of disbelief and rising anger. “Are you seriously telling me this?”Grace nodded calmly, adjusting her coat with a deliberate grace. She held her file firmly, leaning in just enough to meet my gaze, her blue glasses catching the light as she did so.“Steinhart has secured the entire auction,” she reported with quiet certainty.I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles whitened, the weight of the news pressing down on me. Loosening my tie, I exhaled sharply, trying to swallow the bitter taste of defeat.Damn those Steinharts. I’d been chasing that treasure for five long years, and just when I thought I was close, they swooped in and snatched it away again.“Do whatever it takes to get those enchanted coins,” I barked, my voice sharp and resolute. “Negotiate—no matter the cost.” With a final glare, I slammed the window button, the glass sliding shut with a cold, mechanical snap.ELDER KIPTOO“You s

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

LINDA I adjusted my glasses again, more out of habit than necessity, though in a room like this, formality felt natural. The space was lavish—expensive by every stretch of the word. Shelves of ancient tomes lined the walls, everything impeccably arranged, dustless, pristine. A low exhale escaped me as I took it all in.Around the room, five individuals moved with precision—men in white lab coats and cobalt gloves, carefully placing rare artifacts into reinforced glass casings. Some of those relics I’d only ever seen in books; others, not even then. Their presence was overwhelming—each item humming with history, power, and secrets.“What exactly is going on, Syra?” Janey finally asked, breaking the silence that had thickened around us. I wanted to ask too, but my awe had glued my curiosity to my throat.We were standing inside the heart of Steinhart’s main headquarters—Westlands. A place I thought we’d never step foot in. The branch office back in Kileleshwa had always seemed impressi

Chapter Thirty Six

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNAThe White Screen—six fragments in total.If united, they form a map. To what, I still don’t know. But one thing is clear: it was what my mother and my mate spent their lives chasing. Their obsession. Their legacy.I had caught wind that the Windward Pack possessed one of the fragments. I was preparing for negotiations, planning every word, every offer. But now… they’ve been attacked?What the hell does that even mean?My pulse quickens. I take a sharp breath and step away from the others, slipping my phone from my pocket as I excuse myself quietly.The line clicks, and Oliver’s voice comes through on the other end, calm as ever. “I see. I’ll inform Mother. What about your end? Any progress with the Crystal? Have you figured out how to activate it?”I scoff under my breath. “Seriously? I just assembled the team. Do you think it’s some ancient light switch we flip on day one?”He chuckles faintly. “Point taken. Oh—and regarding what you asked earlier... She

Chapter Thirty Seven

SYRAInhale.Exhale.Again. And again.“Are you serious?” Adrian chuckles from the other seat, already half out the car with the door hanging open.“Oh, I’m dead serious,” I mutter, shooting him a hard look. “I’m about to meet members of one of the most powerful, influential Houses in Kenya—the strongest pack with elite werewolves.” I throw my hands up. “This is like a rat stepping into a den full of lions. I deserve to be nervous.”He laughs, the sound smooth and careless, his signature smirk tugging at those sinfully sculpted lips. “Well, if you’re a rat, you’re the sexiest damn rat I’ve ever seen in that dress. So maybe chill out a little?”He steps out, still grinning.I turn to the mirror, checking my makeup with shaky hands—just in case. Lip gloss? Fine. Liner? On point. Confidence? Fluctuating.He opens the door fully and offers his hand with a playful bow. “Shall I have the honor?”I take it, fingers locking with his, and we walk down the long, expansive pavement. The house to

Chapter Thirty Eight

ADRIAN“What’s with that look?” she asks, narrowing her eyes playfully. “You look like a predator eyeing his next meal.”I smile, slow and deliberate, flipping my laptop shut with a soft click. She was standing in the center of the room, wearing that satin light-blue nightdress Phil had given her—thin, almost sheer. It clung to her like a second skin, teasing every inch of her silhouette.I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My body had already answered for me. Just looking at her stirred something primal—something hungry.Before I could say a word, a knock interrupted the tension.“What is it, Phil?” Syra called out from the door.She spoke in whispers, but even without trying, I could hear. I chose not to. I gave her that privacy. But my gaze never left her—watching her form move, the sway of her hair, the soft shift of satin against skin.Minutes passed. Then she returned, pushing the door shut behind her.I didn’t wait.In one swift motion, I grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall. H

Chapter Forty

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNA“How will it work?” I ask Oliver the moment I step away from my conversation with Syra.He doesn’t answer right away—just reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the purple orb, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Its surface shimmers faintly in the dim light, catching the silver sheen of the moon filtering through the window. Then, without a word, he begins undoing his coat buttons, slow and deliberate.“Well,” he finally says, sliding his arms out of the sleeves and tossing the coat onto the nearby chair, “if she really is the Blessed Luna, the globe will glow a bluish green.”“Okay… so when will it glow?” I ask, curiosity threading through my voice.He doesn’t answer.He just smirks.My mouth parts in realization. “Oh, shit…” I chuckle, raising a brow. “You’re serious?”He walks toward the dresser, grabbing his pajama bottoms with a shrug. “Can’t you feel it?” he murmurs. “It’s already begun.”My grin stretches as I throw myself onto the bed

Chapter Forty One

THE CRIMSON PACKALPHA JORGE“Two down, one more to go,” I murmur with a smirk, locking the two glowing screens together. The sigils crackle faintly with arcane energy—it had taken blood and bone to retrieve them, but they were finally ours.“Lord,” Alpha Brian mutters, peeling off his chestplate with a hiss of effort, sweat glistening down his neck. “The final piece… it’s in the Steinhart Research Centre. How the hell are we going to get it out of there?”I exhale slowly, turning my gaze to the others scattered across the chamber. Some were cleaning their weapons—polishing silver edges, refitting wolfsbane cartridges, checking runes etched into blades. The air reeked of steel, oil, and intent.“That place is no joke,” I admit, rolling my wrist where the seal still throbbed from our last encounter. “The Research Centre is led by the Genius and the Witch of Steinhart—the two most dangerous minds on the continent.”Alpha Brian tenses. “So what’s the plan?”I glance at the dark wall wher

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