All Chapters of No Place for a Packless Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Metropolis night wind blew hard and forced its way into Le Ciel Blanc through the completely destroyed glass walls. The luxurious restaurant was now nothing more than ruins in the air, filled with pools of Julian's black blood, broken porcelain plates, and the corpses of Tristan's bodyguards.Tristan Sterling stood still behind the cracked marble bar counter. The face of the European prince who was usually arrogant and cunning was now deathly pale, no different from a blank piece of paper. His obsession with Chloe Vanguard has led him to touch the edge of the god of death's sword.Alexander Sterling released a light hug from Chloe's waist, covering his Queen's bare shoulders with his black suit. After making sure Chloe was completely safe behind him, he dragged his steps slowly towards his younger half-sister.Every tap of Alexander's military boots on broken glass sounded like the ticking of a clock on its way to the grave. "Tristan," Alexander's voice was deep, even, but filled

The Dubai desert stretches like a sea of gold under the hot Middle Eastern sun. In the midst of the aridity, an artificial oasis worth trillions of dollars stands proudly - the Obsidian Sand Palace, the headquarters of the largest oil conglomerate in the eastern hemisphere and also the most powerful Alpha clan in the Arab region, Emir Jahil Al-Fasid.Jahil is not like the late Zalim Al-Khabith who was stupidly arrogant. He is a genius tyrant, a slippery, elegant, and very calculating master of global commodity markets. He sat on his marble throne, sipping high-quality Arabica coffee while listening to the report from his advisor.However, the reports stopped when the silk curtains of his throne room were drawn aside. Two giant bodyguards dragged a white man who looked like a war victim. Tattered clothes stained with dried blood, missing his right arm from the base of the shoulder, and half of his face covered in a shabby cloth covering a twisted silver mask.Julian Blackwood.The body

Eight o'clock in the evening Dubai time. The Obsidian Sand Palace was bathed in golden light that rivaled the stars in the desert. Hundreds of world-class bulletproof hybrid cars, from Rolls-Royce Phantoms to custom Maybachs, line up neatly in the driveway. Tonight is the coronation of Emir Jahil's new dominion, the Global Business Gala which is claimed to replace the logistics hegemony of the Western Union.On the top floor of the palace, Jahil stood with a glass of champagne, looking at his guests from behind thick bulletproof glass. In a shadowy corner, Julian Blackwood, who was now wearing a black Bedouin-style robe to cover his disability, smiled sarcastically."Vanguard systems on three continents are completely paralyzed," reported a Jahil cyber advisor. "Their transportation shares are taking a nosedive. We only have to wait a few hours until their board of directors fires Chloe Vanguard."Jahil grinned subtly. "Amazing. I thought the Vanguard Family was an untouchable dragon.

The dry desert wind blew across the outer pavilion of the Obsidian Sand Palace, but the cold chill of Alexander Sterling's wrath froze the guts of every red beret soldier there. Security general Jahil lay lifeless with a broken neck, a demonstration of pure terror that Alpha King would not hesitate to massacre a country if his beloved wife was disturbed.Emir Jahil stared blankly at the thin tablet in his hand. Nine hundred billion dollars. That crazy figure is a quarter of the country's GDP, just poured out by Vanguard in just ten minutes after the cyber attack. Tonight, it wasn't Vanguard who was forced to kneel. Instead, Jahil has opened the gates of his own hell by accepting Julian Blackwood."Middle Eastern political fangs defeated by a foreign woman's fat wallet?" Jahil smiled bitterly, even though the veins in his neck tightened from humiliation. "Your mad lust for power is truly amazing, Chloe Vanguard. If you weren't attached to that mad dog behind you, I might offer half th

Deep in the heart of the Swiss Alps, a white marble castle stands hidden from human civilization. This is the Supreme Sanctum of the White Wolf Council, an alliance of European aristocratic Alpha elders who have always felt themselves to be the guardians of the balance of the supernatural world and pure conglomeration.In a circular room lit by thousands of beeswax candles, fifteen old men in noble suits sat around a marble table. In the royal chair, Lord Alistair, the arrogant and conservative Head of the Council, tapped his silver scepter with a face full of displeasure.“Emir Jahil Al-Fasid has fallen to his knees,” Alistair's hoarse voice echoed. "Obsidian Sand fell overnight. Oswald Vanguard's granddaughter was not just a businesswoman... she was a plague that usurped the realm we had shared for two centuries."An elder from the French faction interjected sarcastically. "The problem is not only with that mortal female, Alistair. The real problem is the monster who defends her. Al