Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

MADAME VIOLETTEThe blood club is quiet tonight. Tuesdays usually are. The serious addicts come regardless, desperate for their next drink, but the social vampires stay home.I prefer the quiet. Gives me time to think, to plan, to remember what I used to be before Mordaunt made me his creature.The door chimes. Two vampires enter, both young-looking. One male, one female, dressed too well for this neighborhood. Slumming, probably. Rich vampires pretending to be dangerous by visiting East End clubs."Welcome." I approach with my professional smile. The one that hides everything. "First time here?""Yes." The male vampire looks around with poorly concealed distaste. "We're meeting someone. Lord Mordaunt."Of course they are. Mordaunt owns half the blood clubs in London. This one's just the seediest."Private room in back." I gesture. "He's expecting you."They follow me through the main floor. Past the feeding booths where thralls offer their necks for cash. Past the venom addicts slump

CALLUMSix hunters in full tactical gear. Silver bullets, UV weapons, everything designed to kill supernatural creatures efficiently. They move like soldiers, professional and coordinated.We're outnumbered and outgunned.Doesn't matter. This is our territory.I shift mid-run, letting the wolf take over. Clothes tear away. Pain explodes through my body as bones reshape, muscles tear and reform. Five seconds of agony, then I'm four-legged and furious.Tom shifts beside me. Valentina stays human, weapons ready.The first hunter sees us coming. Raises his rifle.I'm faster.Hit him low, under the gun. Teeth find his throat before he can fire. Blood floods my mouth, hot and coppery. He goes down choking.Tom takes the second hunter. Rips the gun away, then the arm holding it. The hunter screams.Valentina stakes the third through the heart. Vampire hunter, dead before he hits the ground.Three down. Three left.The remaining hunters regroup. Smarter now. Backs together, covering angles."

ISLAI find Callum in the new safe house three days after the hunter attack. He's cataloging weapons, taking inventory of what we managed to salvage."We need to talk," I say.He doesn't look up. "About?""About why I'm here. Why I was turned. Why everything happened."That gets his attention. He sets down the silver bullets, gives me his full focus."I know who ordered my attack," I say. The words taste like poison. "I know who sent the Omega to bite me."Callum goes very still. "Who?""Your brother. Cormac."Silence.Then, quietly, "How do you know?"I pull out the documents. Took me weeks to find them, longer to verify. Bank records, witness statements, email trails. Everything."The Omega who bit me? Marcus. He was Cormac's enforcer." I spread the papers across the table. "Three days before my attack, Cormac transferred five thousand pounds to Marcus's account. Payment for services rendered."Callum studies the documents. I watch his face harden."There's more," I continue. "Marcu

COUNT ALTERONIThe chamber beneath Old Bailey feels like a tomb tonight. Thirteen vampires gathered to vote on genocide, and most of them don't even care.Lord Harborough calls the session to order. "We convene for final vote on Extermination Bill 47-B. Authorization to deploy hunters against organized resistance in the Rookeries district."Final vote. We've debated this for weeks. Now it's time to decide.Mordaunt stands first. Of course he does. He authored the bill, orchestrated support, eliminated opposition. This is his victory lap."The facts are simple," he begins. "Seventy-three packless wolves, organized without Parliamentary oversight, represent direct threat to established order. They must be eliminated.""They're helping each other survive," I interrupt. Can't help myself. "That's not a threat. That's community.""Community that undermines pack structure." Mordaunt doesn't look at me. Dismisses me without acknowledgment. "Community that demonstrates packless wolves don't n

VALENTINAThe text arrives at 2 AM. Unknown number, encrypted message.You want Mordaunt? Evidence is in Warehouse 17, Docklands. Third floor, locked office. Proof of everything: trafficking, murder, blackmail. Come alone. Come now. - A FriendI stare at the message for five minutes.Every instinct screams trap.But the possibility it's real...Evidence against Mordaunt could change everything. Proof of his crimes could turn Parliamentary opinion, give Alteroni ammunition for reform, maybe even prevent extermination.Worth the risk.I text Tom: Going to Docklands. Warehouse 17. If I don't return by dawn, tell Callum.His response is immediate: That's a trap.Probably. Going anyway.You're insane.Frequently.I grab weapons. Silver knife, stakes, holy water, UV flashlight. Everything I need to fight vampires in enclosed space.The drive to Docklands takes forty minutes. Deserted industrial district, abandoned warehouses, perfect place for ambush.Definitely a trap.I park three blocks