All Chapters of Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: Isla ReidLocation: Whitechapel ShelterTime: Callum's ReturnCallum's been gone for six hours. I'm treating wounded wolves when Sophie bursts in."Callum's back. And people are asking questions.""What kind of questions?""Where he was. Who he met with. Why he was in Kensington." Sophie lowers her voice. "Marcus saw him entering a mansion. Vampire mansion. People think he's cutting deals."I drop what I'm doing and head to the main room. The crew is gathered. Twenty wolves. All looking suspicious. All waiting for explanations.Callum's standing in the center. He looks exhausted. Haunted. Like he's been through something difficult.Marcus speaks first. "Where were you?""Meeting someone. About shelter business.""Shelter business in a vampire mansion? In Kensington?" Marcus's voice is accusatory. "I saw you. Entering a Georgian place that costs millions. That's not shelter business. That's vampire business."The crew murmurs. Some angry. Some scared. All suspicious.Tom speaks up.

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: The RookeriesTime: 24 Hours Before DeadlineThe foreclosure notices arrived this morning. All three of Isla's shelter locations. Seven days to vacate. Legal. Proper. Devastating.I'm reading them when Isla enters. She looks exhausted. Hasn't slept in days."The food suppliers canceled. Medical equipment providers too. Everyone we've been working with just. stopped." Isla's voice is breaking. "No explanation. Just contracts terminated. Effective immediately.""It's the dragon. Economic pressure. Vermithrax is squeezing us.""How do you know?""Because it's coordinated. Professional. All happening at once. That's not coincidence. That's strategy." I set down the notices. "Mordaunt warned me this would happen if I refused his offer. Dragons control the economy. They're making survival impossible."Isla sits heavily. "We've got ninety-two wolves. No food. No medical supplies. No shelter in seven days. How do we feed them?""I don't know."Sophie enters. "We'

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Fighting PitsTime: Death MatchGregor's hand is crushing my throat. I can't breathe. Can't think. Just dying.The crowd's cheering. They love this. Love watching wolves kill each other.I've got seconds left. Maybe less. Then it's over.I think about the crew. About Isla. About ninety-two wolves depending on me. About how I'm failing them by dying in a pit.Then something shifts. Not external. Internal.I'm not dying here. Not for vampire entertainment. Not when people need me.I stop trying to breathe. Stop panicking. Focus on what I can control.My hands are free. Gregor's focused on choking me. Confident in his strength.That's his mistake.I claw at his eyes. Not elegantly. Just desperate scratching. Fingers digging into eye sockets.Gregor screams. Releases my throat. Stumbles back.I collapse. Gasping. Coughing. Barely conscious.But alive. Still in the fight.Gregor's covering his eyes. I damaged them. Not permanently. But enough to affect his vis

POV: OmniscientLocation: Crimson Parliament ChamberTime: EveningThe Crimson Parliament meets in a chamber beneath Westminster. Secret location. Centuries old. Where London's supernatural elite make decisions that shape the city.Thirteen vampires sit around a table. All ancient. All powerful. All corrupt in different ways.Lord Mordaunt represents one faction. Conservative. Control-focused. Believes in maintaining hierarchies through force.Count Alteroni represents another. Progressive. Integration-focused. Believes supernatural creatures can coexist with humans peacefully.The meeting opens with standard business. Territory disputes. Blood club regulations. Thrall quotas.Then they reach agenda item seven: The Rookeries Problem.Lord Ashford presents. "Packless wolves are organizing in the Rookeries. Current population: ninety-two wolves across four locations. Leadership: Callum Brennan and Isla Reid. They're building community. Providing resources. Creating alternative to pack h

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: The Feral Den, Packless Wolf BarTime: Three Days After ParalysisI can stand now. Barely. Isla's treatments are working faster than expected. Three days and I'm upright. Not fighting-capable. But mobile.That's enough for what I need to do tonight.The Feral Den is packed. Fifty packless wolves. All desperate. All surviving day-to-day. All about to learn that survival just got harder.I'm standing at the bar when Bill Bolter approaches. He owns the fighting pits. Profited off my death match."Heard you want to address my customers. This better be good. I don't appreciate recruitment speeches in my establishment.""It's not recruitment. It's warning. They need to hear it.""Fine. Five minutes. Then you leave." Bill signals for attention. "Everyone shut up. Wolf's got announcement."The bar goes quiet. Fifty wolves looking at me. Some recognize me from the fighting pits. Some know me from Isla's shelters. Most don't know me at all.I climb onto a table. Ign