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LUCIEN AFOLAYANDriscoll keeps throwing frantic glances toward the grand clock as the feeding watch approaches, but there is still zero trace of Chika returning from the clinical zone. The exact microsecond my transport rolls back into the courtyard, my eyes spot our old head servant standing like a frozen stone guard outside the main den. Moving my massive frame smoothly, I bark through the window, "What tactical variable has forced your boots to camp outside the gatehouse?"Uneasily, Driscoll shifts his weight, his scent spiking with raw panic. "Master Afolayan, Chika has not returned from the medical complex yet, and his unit has not initiated a single frequency ping to our data pads.""And where is the vanguard driver?" I probe further, my golden alpha eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.Driscoll shakes his gray head, his hands beginning to tremble. "My terminal completely lost his tracking beacon. I deployed a scout unit to search the medical parking grid half an hour ago, but m

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Cedric, quick to grasp the tactical shifting in the room, realizes my mind is highly suspicious of Bianca's actions. He quickly tries to defend his youngest boy's honor. "Warlord Afolayan, I assure your station, my youngest cub has zero connection to this security crisis. His body is missing too, and his wolf is definitely not involved in any treason."I give the old patriarch a cold, knowing smile that shows my fangs. "It seems your mind only thinks of Bianca's survival. What about Chika? Does his flesh not count as a biological child of your bloodline too?"Cedric catches his massive verbal mistake and dramatically swings his own hand around to slap his own face with a loud smack, exclaiming, "Of course, Chika is very much at the front of my thoughts too! He is actually my absolute favorite child, Warlord, your office must believe my tongue!"My deep suspicions regarding Chika’s relationship with the Whitmore couple drop into a much darker place. My mind had always felt that Cedric

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BIANCA WHITMORE"What is it your useless throat wants to say to my platoon? Let’s hear the words leak out right now," the massive mafia kidnapper commands, his rough fingers reaching down to violently rip the canvas rag away from my lips the second he notices my whole body shaking with primitive fear.A torrent of hot tears spills down my cheeks as I scream at his face, "Why is the ransom price for my flesh set at a staggering five million credits while his station is only valued at a measly single million? Isn’t Chika your actual primary target inside this territory? What tactical reason forced your hitmen to abduct my body too? Aren’t our units trapped in the exact same boat? Why am I being treated like garbage?"My voice breaks into a loud, pathetic sob that echoes off the concrete walls. The guard finds my absolute terror highly amusing, a dark chuckle rolling out of his chest as his fingers stroke his scarred chin, studying my messy face like a piece of cheap meat. It doesn't tak

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Looking highly pleased with the smooth operation, the commander gestures toward his subordinates. "Pass the leather case with the five million credits to my vanguard soldier. The exact microsecond the currency is verified, your precious baby boy will be returned straight to your boundary."The second the words leave his mouth, Helena hastens to shove the heavy suitcase into the palms of a tall, slender hitman dressed in dark tactical gear. The slender soldier snaps the latches open to count the stacks of black-market credits with lightning speed, then slams the iron lid shut. He gives a short, sharp nod to his boss and disappears into the dark warehouse structures with the wealth. Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home."The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death

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LUCIEN AFOLAYAN"My intellect always calculated it was impossible for Bianca's weak wolf to possess any active ties to an overseas smuggler clan," Troy mumbles, his fingers scratching his thick hair in total confusion before he drops a secondary data device right onto my iron desk blotter. "Then my scouts intercepted this specific transmission grid, Warlord. A rogue Luna named Sienna Okafor personally introduced those black-market contacts to Bianca's office, solely because his failed studio owes her moon clan agency a staggering eighty million credits in operational penalties."The exact microsecond my eyes scan the raw text logs vibrating across the screen, my inner beast drops into a dark, calculating silence. The moment my hand originally completed the forced mating rituals with Chika, my enforcers had executed a baseline security check into Sienna's pack history. Her profile appeared completely average on the surface, yet several critical blocks of her territory history were myst

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LUCIEN AFOLAYANThe exact microsecond Bianca's throat releases that loud, annoying scream, Tobin steps out of the shadow of the excavator cabin and deploys a sharp, bone-crushing kick straight into the boy's lower back. The physical force launches Bianca completely out of his mechanical wheelchair, his body tumbling across the gravel until his frame lies perfectly still on the dirt. Tobin withdraws his leg with a slow, deliberate movement, stepping back to wheel my massive frame directly in front of the terrified, shaking figures of Helena and Cedric, who both promptly drop their heads to the earth, shivered to the bone and completely unable to look up at my face."Does my physical presence upset your small minds? What specific variable explains the absolute terror freezing your facial expressions right now? Has my command deck executed something terrible enough to frighten your noble bloodline?" I inquire, my lips parting into a highly deceptive, terrifying smile that reveals my fang

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CHIKA WHITMORE"My rank came down to this lower deck explicitly to enjoy a proper drink with your face, little wolf, but your throat keeps releasing bile into that tin can. How is my mind supposed to enjoy the quality of my liquor with that stink filling the air?"I drag the back of my hand across my mouth, my whole body shaking as another wave of sickness hits my chest. "My voice never extended an official invitation for your boots to cross my threshold. If your heart possesses such a massive desire to consume alcohol, take your bottle and march straight back to your own executive cabin."With a careless shrug of his massive shoulders, the mafia guard lifts his crystal glass to take a slow, deliberate gulp of dark whiskey. A sudden, mocking thought seems to strike his mind, and his eyes glint with cruel amusement. "My name is Baxter Cutter. Just call my rank Cutter, like every other enforcer in the syndicate does."My stomach violent twists again, and I collapse over the rusted metal

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CHIKA WHITMORE"Afolayan, you rotting dog! Go rot in the lowest hell!"Cutter's wild roar vibrates off the iron hull as he lunges at my mate. The mercenary drives his weight forward, bringing a jagged combat blade down in a vicious, two-handed arc aimed directly at Lucien’s exposed throat.My heart hammers against my ribs, pure terror paralyzing my limbs as I watch from the floor.Lucien does not even flinch. His golden wolf eyes flare with violent alpha power. He ducks beneath the sweeping blade with terrifying speed, pivoting his hips to shatter Cutter’s ribs with a brutal, bone-crushing drive to the mercenary’s stomach. The sheer impact lifts the heavy man off his feet, launching him violently back into the bulkhead. Cutter crashes onto the steel plating with a wet, agonizing thud, spitting a mouthful of dark blood across the deck.Before Cutter can scramble away, Lucien leaps forward, pinning the assassin to the floor with his full weight. The bloody knife clatters across the iron

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CHIKA WHITMORE"His vital stats are stabilized, Lord Afolayan," Peyton says softly, thumbing through a glass data pad. "My duty to your mate is clear, so I must review his bloodwork."Lucien stands motionless at the reinforced stairwell door of the VIP wing, his broad back rigid as he finishes a dark clove cigarette. The heavy iron doors click open behind him as Driscoll steps into the hallway, signaling that my mate's custom power chair has been brought up to maintain the crippled Alpha facade. Lucien gives a sharp, single nod of his head, crushing the glowing ember beneath his heavy boot before marching silently toward my private medical chamber. Halfway down the sterile corridor, his sharp wolf senses prickle. A sudden, unseen gaze buries itself into his neck. He pivots sharply, his golden eyes scanning the empty hallway, but no shadow moves. A dark scowl lines his face as he quickens his pace, refusing to waste another second away from my bed.A few yards back, hidden inside an da

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"Pull it out," I choke out, my legs trembling violently against the cold, wet marble of the shower wall. "Lucien, your knot is stretching me too far. It hurts."Lucien’s golden eyes flash with a dark, predatory heat, the steam of the bathroom clinging to his heavily scarred shoulders. His massive hands grip my narrow hips like iron vises, holding me firmly in place as his thick, swollen cock pulses deep inside my aching canal."If you want my knot out so badly, Chika, you can try to push it out yourself," he growls, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that rattles my chest.My face burns with a furious, dark blush. My fingers dig into his wet biceps, my claws slipping against his skin. "You are going too far. I am bleeding.""You are adjusting," he corrects coldly.I try to push my spine away from the wall, desperate to create space, but Lucien simply drives his hips forward, burying himself to the absolute hilt. The sheer pressure mounts in my core, triggering a violent, involuntary sh

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