All Chapters of Inevitable Red Flag: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Roman’s fingers spasmed against his thighs. The agony in his chest was a physical blow, a jagged blade twisting in his lungs. He felt the cold realization sink into his marrow.He knew it. He knew she would look at him and see a monster. After the mask had been stripped away and the filth of his history laid bare, how could she look at him with anything but loathing? No female could truly love a creature who had ended the life of his own sire.He clutched at his tunic, gasping, fighting the urge to tear the room apart. This terror—this specific, bone-deep dread of losing her—had been his constant companion for a decade. He had fled from her once because he believed he was a hollow shell, a man without a future or a soul. He had told himself he was protecting her from the rot that followed him, believing a pure soul like Willow Grant deserved a life untouched by blood.But he had been too weak to stay away. Her absence had been a slow starvation. The thought of those turquoise eyes tur

"The Alpha will have your heads if you touch me, so step aside," Willow commanded, her voice vibrating with a Luna's authority."But—Willow. Stop!" one of the guards shouted, but she was already past the perimeter. Ignoring their pleas to remain within the safety of the Vale Compound, she whistled for a passing pack driver and threw herself into the back of the black SUV before they could reach the door."Go! Westshore Medical Center, now!" she barked.The moment she stepped through the grand foyer of the Harborview Hotel, a frantic voice echoed through the marble hall."Willow!"Carter scrambled up the steps, his blue linen shirt plastered to his skin with sweat. He looked ready to collapse, a stack of territorial scrolls clutched tightly under his arm.Willow’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Why are you out here? You were supposed to be in the suite delivering my warning to Roman! Don't tell me you just arrived. Where were you?"The situation was spiraling. She had forced the driver to

"Wait, so you're telling me the pups are in place?" Vincent Hale’s raspy voice grated through the heavy oak door, causing the Alpha’s mate to press her back against the cold stone of the Harborview Hotel’s restricted wing.Willow Grant Log held her breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She felt the weight of the silver-laced pepper spray in her pocket, a meager defense against the monsters whispering behind the wood. She peeked through the sliver of the ajar door, her turquoise eyes wide."They are positioned at every pass out of Redwood Bay," a man with a thick, gravelly Northern accent replied. He was shorter than Vincent, with a scarred muzzle and eyes that spoke of too many moons spent in the rogue territories. Behind him stood four younger enforcers, their scent sharp with the metallic tang of unsheathed claws."I must offer my praise, Elder Hale," the scarred wolf continued, a predatory grin tugging at his lip. "The North has wanted a piece of the Val

“Marco DeLuca. Look at me, Willow. Are you injured? Did they draw blood?”The male’s voice was like gravel, his ice-blue eyes scanning the carnage of the hallway.“We’ve got the perimeter. You’re under the protection of the Vale now. Just breathe.”When the female lead didn't respond, he gripped her shoulder firmly.“Willow! Do you hear my voice? Are you whole?”Her focus snapped back to him, the haze of the silver-laced air clearing. Behind Marco stood five Enforcers, their claws still partially extended. They had intervened just before the trigger was pulled.“Roman? Where is Roman?”The terror clawed at her throat as the weight of Vincent Hale’s assassination plot crashed back into her mind.She scrambled to her feet, nearly collapsing as her legs gave way. Marco reached out to steady her, but she shoved past his hands, her fingers white-knuckled around her phone.The only drive left in her soul was reaching the High Alpha. Tears scorched her cheeks as she bolted toward the stairwe

Roman Vale Ro’s pupils bled into a void of predatory ink. “You recall the slaughter on the trail when we were trekking back from the ancient den I secured for us? The very first time I led you into the deep woods?”Willow Grant Log’s eyes widened, her pulse skipping. “Vincent was the architect of that ambush?”Roman nodded, the bone-deep tension in his jaw threatening to snap. “It was his scent on the wind even then. I was the quarry he sought to gut, but dragging you into the crosshairs of a silver-tipped trap was a sin the moon will never forgive.”Willow exhaled, a shaky, jagged sound.“So that is the root of the frost between you and Luca Ferraro. That is why the air turned to ice at Blair’s mating ceremony when Luca tried to approach my side.”“When Vincent brought the offer from the Northern rogue clans, his hunger for me to sign away the Vale’s hunting rights was too sharp. I smelled the rot,” Roman growled. “I had Marco DeLuca plant a psychic dampener and a listening spell on