All Chapters of To Marry a Monster: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When no answer came, the walls of the dark kitchen seemed to compress around him, the ragged sound of his own breathing the only noise in the void. Suddenly, a massive, clawed hand clamped around his ankle, dragging him toward the floor.In the southern wing of the estate, a blood-curdling, feral shriek shattered the silence, jolting me out of a deep sleep. “A security breach! Someone is dying!” I gasped, throwing the covers off and turning to Lucien’s side of the mattress, only to find the sheets completely empty and cold to the touch. It appeared my Alpha had never left the tactical study. Did he spend the entire night mapping out our territory lines without returning to bed?My heart hammering against my ribs, I threw a heavy wool shawl over my shoulders and raced down the dark corridors. Several lower-ranking house servants had already gathered in the central hall, their ears pinned back in alarm. I hurried toward the main kitchen line when I spotted Lucien’s massive silhouette st

You think that pathetic whimpering makes you look like a future capo?" I snarled, wiping the dark grease from my knuckles onto a rag. "A true lieutenant of the Afolayan Dominion doesn't shiver because of a few whispers in the dark corridors, Bryce."Bryce slammed his fist onto the iron table, the clatter echoing off the concrete walls of the safehouse. "It wasn't a shadow, Chika! I know what I saw near the boundary lines last night. Something feral is stalking the lower levels. I’m not a coward, but I won't be torn apart in my sleep!"Lucien Afolayan didn't lift his eyes from the silver dagger he was sharpening against a whetstone. "If your spine is that soft, Bryce, perhaps the cellars are too dangerous for you. I’ll make sure the sentries check your quarters for damp sheets in the morning.""I don't need a babysitter, Alpha," Bryce spat, his jaw clenching so hard the bones clicked. "I will secure the perimeter alone tonight. No one sets foot in my sector without catching a bullet."

"The executioner’s badge belongs to the vanguard leader who drops blood, not the ones who hide behind the high-table laws," Abram Ellsworth shouted, slamming his silver-headed cane against the iron railing of the observation deck. "A flawless clearing of the western sector, Vicky! Pure tactical precision."Vicky Ellsworth wiped the dark, hot spray of rival pack blood from her cheek, her chest heaving under her heavy tactical vest as she sneered directly at me. "I told you, Chika. A street-born stray from the Whitmore Bloodline can't handle a live-fire ambush. Go back to counting inventory in the armory."The senior capos and pack elders broke into low, rumbling growls of approval, the sound bouncing off the reinforced concrete walls of the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber. Abram turned a smug glare toward Cedric Whitmore, making it entirely clear which faction now commanded the lethal enforcement squads of the city. Cedric remained locked in a stoic, rigid posture, his fingers tightening a

"The executioner squads are drafting the auxiliary units for the frontline push next moon, Chika, which means your blade has to be on the grinding wheel every damn hour," Malik Arden muttered, stepping into the armory cage as the lesser wolves of the bloodline checked their magazines.I kept my eyes fixed on the center floor, my wolf tracking Bianca’s sharp, arrogant posture on the raised platform. "She’s already mapping out the western sector blocks as if her faction owns the asphalt."Lord Blackwell strode into the central armory, his massive gray aura flattening the nervous murmurs of the frontline grunts. "The border deployment begins in four weeks. Every soldier under this banner will cut with perfect lethality, or you’ll be left for the crows to tear apart in the outer neutral wastes." He didn't wait for an answer, turning his leather-clad back on the squad and disappearing down the iron tunnel, leaving the room vibrating with raw anticipation.I hadn't led a multi-pack border r

"The vanguard crest doesn't protect a failure who brings enemy tracking lines straight to my extraction transport," Bianca Whitmore snarled, her back-fist crashing across Rebekah’s jaw the second they cleared the steel security doors of the Harvest Eatery.Lesser wolves lounging on the wet asphalt scrambles of the lower district scattered, keeping their eyes glued to the pavement as Rebekah hit the grease-slicked ground. Holding her bruised face, Rebekah spit blood onto the gravel, her voice cracking with sudden, desperate malice. "I gave you the coordinates of Chika's private alliance! Why are you punishing my loyalty?"Bianca’s knuckles were split from the impact, the dark silver aura surrounding her fist vibrating with raw, unspent lethal pressure. "You didn't give me an advantage, you idiot. You dragged me into a closed bunker with five armed sector heirs and let a street-born stray put his claws on my face in front of my own enforcers."Rebekah pulled herself up against a rusted