บททั้งหมดของ To Marry a Monster: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”Malik shrugged, tearing off another piece of rare, bloody venison with his teeth, his eyes flashing a predatory gold. “Lucien Afolayan doesn’t look like he minds a little extra company, Driscoll. If the pretty little Whitmore boy wants to claim his territory, he should have scented it properly instead of hiding upstairs like a beaten omega.”“Watch your tongue, Malik,” Driscoll snapped, the hair on his arms bristling as his inner beast pushed against the surface. “Chika saved Lucien’s life when the Silverfang syndicates ambushed our northern borders. His bloodline might be fracturing, but his honor isn’t something a low-ran

“You won’t believe the executioner I tracked down in the low districts, Uncle,” Richie Larson murmured into his encrypted satellite phone, throwing his tactical cap onto the blood-stained mattress. He scrolled through the secure footage he’d captured beneath the flickering iron streetlight of the neutral zone, his eyes reflecting the amber glow of the screen.On the display, Chika Whitmore looked like a dark god of the underworld, his violin bow striking the strings with the raw, brutal elegance of a high-tier wolf singing an execution anthem. The music didn’t just vibrate through the air; it carried a lethal, heartbreaking frequency that had brought hardened rogue enforcers to their knees.Richie quickly routed the encrypted file through an offshore syndicate server, directing it directly to Cody Tucker, a legendary, scarred vanguard captain currently managing the family’s gun-running docks across the eastern seas.Richie had deliberately kept his cards hidden from Chika. The seasone

“You shouldn’t be wandering the neutral zone alone, Chika, especially when the Blackwell pack has bounty hunters tracking your bloodline,” Richie Larson said, his voice dropping into a tense murmur as he intercepted me near the rear entrance of the Obsidian Crown Plaza.I kept my hand firmly on the hilt of my concealed blade, my chest tightening with raw frustration. “My secure comms went dead, Richie. My family’s informants are completely ghosting me, and even my tactical spotters refused to clear a path for me tonight. I needed to move.”Richie pulled his black tactical cap lower over his brow, his sharp wolf eyes scanning the upper perimeter balcony. “Look up at the second-tier iron railing. Follow my hand.”I lifted my chin, tracking his movement until I spotted his extraction team positioned behind the tinted glass of an underground arms syndicate hub.“My arms dealing interrogation is wrapping up right now,” Richie muttered, nudging me toward a reinforced iron door. “Take a seat

“You survived the Blackwell enforcers, but you nearly wrapped your tactical vehicle around a steel guardrail on the border route, Ronan,” Lady Blackwell’s voice cut through the sterile scent of the private pack medical bay like a silver blade. She slammed a folder of encrypted field data onto the metal overbed table, her golden eyes flashing with dominant fury as she glared down at her son. “The sector scouts pulled your unconscious frame out of the wreckage before the vehicle’s fuel cell exploded. What kind of Alpha drinks himself into a stupor after an asset dispute?”I shifted against the high-thread-count sheets of the VIP bunker, my jaw tightening as the movement flared the raw burns across my torso. My inner wolf groaned, still sluggish from the heavy, unrefined rye I had downed in the neutral strip. “My neural dampeners failed, Mother. I don’t require a lecture on border safety from the pack council.”“You require a lesson in basic survival,” Lady Blackwell hissed, leaning over

“So your position is that you harbor absolute zero territorial attachment to her?” I challenged, my fangs scraping my lower lip as I stared across the pink-ribboned garden table at the master of the Dominion.Lucien paused his knife, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable depth. “Let me state the tactical layout once more, Chika. My enforcement of her exile was neither merciful nor gentle. Her bloodline holds no currency in my court.”Skeptical, my inner wolf paced the boundaries of my pride. “Then explain why your vanguard permitted her to occupy my designated seating during yesterday's war council dinner. You remained completely passive while she targeted my lineage right in front of your lieutenants.”Lucien leaned back, his massive frame radiating a heavy, suffocating pressure that felt like a physical weight on my chest. “Why did your own beast fail to flash its fangs and neutralize the threat on the spot?”Taken aback by his blunt interrogation, my grip tightened o