Semua Bab To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Dennise point of ViewAs I was about to pour myself a glass of brandy I stole from Ace’s bar, my phone rang, a video call. I looked at the caller and saw it was Valentina. I grinned my teeth and cursed under my breath before I picked it up and answered. I saw her leaning against the window, ear pod on her ears. “Dennise,” she said in an authoritative voice. “You failed to send a report. Care to explain?” I gulped. “Valentina, I thought the mission was on hold?”“The higher ups ordered it to resume.”“But-” she didn’t let me finish what I was supposed to say.Valentina walked towards wherever she wanted to go. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, it was resonating and I could even hear it. She was direct to the point woman and she doesn’t do bullshit. She had always been like this, my superior, my handler. The secretary of Cross, the one who gave orders and no questions asked. “Dennise.” Her tone was flat, unforgiving. “You’ve been silent for too long. It's

Dennise Point of ViewHessa’s grip tightened on my wrist until it almost hurt. Her amber eyes glowed hotter, sharper, like molten gold ready to burn me alive.“Hessa?” I asked her, confused. “March 9, 2000. At La Luna’s household. You killed a kind and loving woman and a mother of two girls,” she said, her voice full of venom. I froze. The air in my lungs froze.“What?” My brows knit, my voice shaking. “What do you mean?”Her lip curled, her stare never wavering. “So you want to play dumb?”My stomach churned. The name La Luna scraped something deep in my memory, but not clearly. In Cross, we were never told who we killed. Just names, times, places. The rest was unnecessary. Emotions only made the blade heavy.But still… her words pierced something sharp and raw inside me.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me.Hessa leaned closer, her breath warm against my face, her anger practically sipping beneath her skin. “Don’t lie

Dennise’s Point of ViewThe door shut behind me with a dull thud, but it felt louder than gunfire I released everytime I kill and that guilt has finally caught on me. I slid down the wooden frame, my knees giving way until I hit the floor. My chest heaved, my breath uneven, and tears spilled freely down my cheeks.Hessa’s words repeatedly rang in my ears over and over.“Cross is not an assassin group. It’s a Hunter organization. You were raised to kill us. Every assignment you followed was another life stolen from my kind.”I buried my face in my hands, choking on a sob.Could it be true?Memories churned, twisting like blades in my stomach. The academy, the endless drills and the speeches Valentina and the instructors gave us: “The world is full of criminals. You will cleanse it. You are the line between chaos and survival, a bridge for innocents and the damned. I thought they meant criminals. Corrupted men. Targets that deserved to fall.But what if it was never about justice?Wh

Ace’s Point of ViewWhat Dennise told me was like a bomb erupted before me. I couldn’t even shield myself. I couldn’t even utter a word. I was just staring at her, watching her cry like a river, explaining herself. I couldn’t even hear what she was saying. My thoughts run wild. Dennise knelt before me, trembling. Her tears stained the rug. And her words were still processing my unresponsive brain. The group I had been desperately looking for was now exposed before me. So the group name was Cross. I have heard about this group and I thought they were just a religious group who sometimes cross paths with the mafia. The name rang in my skull, over and over as Dennise was crying. For years, I had searched for them. The faceless organization responsible for so many werewolf deaths. The group who eliminated my pack. My brothers and sisters, slaughtered in their beds. The group who waltz in our territory and killed my people down like animals.And now, that name had been spilled from the

Ace Point of ViewThe air with dominance as we settled as wolves bristled beneath human flesh. The humans in the room, hardened mafiosi, sat stiff, sweating, their eyes flicking nervously between us, as though they could sense the predators behind the masks.I stood at the head of the table. My fists pressed into the polished wood, veins tight and my chest burning with the storm inside me.“Today we gathered here because I have discovered something,” I said, my voice low but heavy, each word dragging their attention like chains. “The group that we had been hunting has now been exposed.”Everyone stiffened. “The group that was the reason our life in harmony with the forest got destroyed and forced us to live with them has now finally found out.”“Come on, Tsar, tell us who these fuckers messed up with us,” one of the leaders urged. “The group was named Cross. The hunters we have hunted for decades. The Hunters who slaughtered our packs, butchered our kin.”Growls rumbled across the r