All Chapters of To Marry a Monster: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"The specialized medical sector didn't yield a single line of intelligence regarding the old Luna's placement," Cedric Whitmore growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly register as he stepped out of the asylum wing's extraction elevator and faced his wife in the damp garage. "The local files have been completely wiped. I finally crossed her tracking trail, yet I’m still running blind in this sector." He checked his weapon's slide, his jaw tight as he turned toward the secondary transit bay.Helena Whitmore matched his pace, her high-society Luna mask firmly back in place. "The primary clinic ward is clear. Bianca is waiting for your signature on her release papers." She pushed open the reinforced doors, guiding him toward the holding cell where their younger daughter lay on the cot.The second Cedric crossed the threshold, Bianca Whitmore sat up, her eyes wide with a desperate, practiced vulnerability. "Father... I thought the Blackwell enforcers were going to leave my carcass in the

"Get your focus off the training mats and onto my gaze, Chika," Lucien Afolayan growled, his voice a low, heavy vibration that made the air in the private suite feel electrified. I felt the heat of his palm against my lower back as he pulled me into his space, his eyes tracking the nervous flick of my tongue over my lips. I couldn't steady my breathing; his proximity turned my thoughts into static. "You are clearly not present, little wolf. Why are you stalling your posture?"I stiffened, my wolf fighting the urge to lean into his lethal warmth. "The training deck is full of junior scouts. They aren't meant to witness the Dominion's King distracted by his mate."Lucien didn't let up. He tightened his grip, hauling me flat against the length of his body. "My unit will clear the deck if I require silence." He didn't wait for my compliance; he slammed his lips onto mine with a possessive, crushing force that demanded everything. My fangs caught his lower lip, a sharp, stinging claim that

"The Blackwell supply networks are completely secure, yet my wolf is rotting from the inside," Ronan Blackwell muttered, staring past his steering wheel as the black car idled outside the high-table dining district. He dragged a scarred palm over his jaw, his scent turning thick and sour with unmapped frustration. "I can't calculate the coordinates. What is it about Chika Whitmore—a stray from a low-tier sector with zero military inheritance—that has compromised my entire tactical alignment? When did his blade lock onto my pulse?"He checked the dashboard scanner, his jaw tightening as he recalled a recent security briefing with Bianca. "I asked the girl what true pack devotion felt like. She claimed my beast was free of his trace. But if his alignment is truly dead to my system, why does my aura fracture every single night the second my trackers report his positioning inside the Afolayan vault?" He couldn't decipher the ledger of his own heart. He was consumed with securing weapon sh

"The target from the northern border raid has been successfully secured," Lucien Afolayan stated, dropping his heavy tactical trench coat onto the leather armchair as he walked toward the master dining table, his dark aura washing over the chamber. He didn't look at my plate as he sliced into his raw meat ration. "The enforcers transferred the fractured asset to an isolated underground medical compound in the deep sector. Her cerebral wavelengths are still completely fried, preventing her from mapping any tracking scents, but her heartbeat has stabilized. The black-site clinic provides the maximum containment grid for her survival."I stopped chewing my ration, my wolf instantly tracking the sudden operational shift. "Who are the assets she keeps screaming about? Have the scouts extracted the files on Rickey and Janet?"Lucien shook his head, his silver eyes flashing cold. "Negative. Our hackers ran those labels through every syndicate ledger from coast to coast. The names are standar

"Who was that monstrous alpha who just cleared the courtyard, and why did his personal extraction unit target your vanguard?" Sienna Okafor rasped, her silver hair whipping across her face as her pupils dilated, tracking the heavy ballistic vehicle that had just shattered the security perimeter. She grabbed Tracy’s shoulder plates, her breathing turning ragged. "Is Chika safe under that dark aura?"Tracy dismissed the panic with a sharp, impatient wave of her tactical glove. "Your sensors are misaligned, Sienna. That is Lucien Afolayan, the sovereign of the Dominion and the legal holder of Chika’s blood collar. They’ve just suffered a severe tactical dispute inside the den, but their beasts will balance the ledger before the next dawn watch.""Lucien Afolayan," Sienna whispered, the heavy syllables crashing into her fractured subconscious like a sonic boom.The name instantly triggered a violent sequence of corrupted archival images inside her mind. A phantom projection materialized i