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Chapter 91

### RykerThe lead armored SUV ground to a sudden halt, its tires spraying dirty rainwater against the curb.Through the rain-streaked window, I stared out at the dilapidated building looming through the dark. A flickering neon sign buzzed overhead in a sickly shade of yellow, casting a weak glow over the rotting wooden facade.The Cracked Tusk.I blinked, my brow furrowing as a dark wave of confusion washed over me. "The Cracked Tusk?" I muttered, turning to my second-in-command. "This is a run-down tavern in the middle of a dead-end alley. Are you sure about these coordinates, Kane?""Positive, Alpha," Kane replied softly, leaning over from the passenger seat with his tablet glow illuminating his sharp features. "It’s a hideout in disguise. The tavern on the ground floor is just a front to filter out unwanted eyes. The real operation for The Masks is housed in the basement levels beneath the building."Kane tapped the screen, pulling up a blueprint of the structure. "There's a

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

Chapter 92

### Ryker"Kill them! Kill them all!" one of the conspirators roared, drawing a blade.Before they knew what hit them, the laughter turned into a bloodbath. Kane and Jonas moved like lethal shadows on either side of me. Kane caught the man with the blade, sweeping his legs out and driving a dagger straight through his shoulder into the floorboards, while Jonas tackled two enforcers into a glass display cabinet, the sound of shattering glass and breaking bones filling the chaotic room.The remaining men at the table realized too late that this wasn't a negotiation, it was an execution. Three of them reached for their shoulder holsters, but my Alpha aura flared violently, pinning them in place with sheer psychological force.I hauled the fat leader up from the splintered table by his collar, dragging his face inches from mine. Blood trickled from his nose, his eyes wide with absolute, blind terror as he looked into my glowing gold eyes.I tightened my grip around his throat, hauling

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

Chapter 93

### RykerThe cold poison still burned through my veins like liquid fire, but I forced my body forward across the floor, every muscle screaming in protest. I didn’t search the room. Instead, I dragged myself past the splintered door and down the back service stairs, boots scraping heavily against the stone, each step a separate, agonizing battle. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. My wolf whimpered somewhere deep and distant, completely silenced by the wolfsbane.I pushed through a rusted metal side exit and stumbled out into the open-air yard behind the tavern.The storm had finally broken. Only a steady, rhythmic drip of water from the corrugated roof remained, echoing across a desolate graveyard of rotting timber, rusted scrap, and rows of abandoned cars left to decay in the mud. My knees gave out. I crashed hard against the side of a broken pickup and pressed my back to the wet steel, gasping for air, waiting for the black spots in my vision to clear.Faint sounds r

Last Updated : 2026-09-18

Chapter 94

### RykerSincerely coughed, her head snapping to the side as the thick smoke hit her raw throat. She tried to recoil, but the heavy ropes bound her tight to the iron frame of the chair."Daughter?" Sincerely choked out, a bitter, blood-slicked laugh tearing from her chest. "Don't... don't even call me that. You made damn sure I knew I was never your daughter. You and Bianca turned me into a servant in my own father's house."The woman, the true shadow behind The Masks, took another slow drag, the orange ember at the tip glowing brightly in the dim twilight of the scrap yard."Don't you get tired of telling the same story always?" she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the damp air like cold glass. "I'll make you a daily, pathetic little reminder of what happens to people who think they can stand in my way or that of my daughter.""Why?" Sincerely's single open eye welled with fresh tears, cutting clean tracks through the mud and dried blood on her cheeks. "Why are you doin

Last Updated : 2026-09-18

Chapter 95

### Sincerely“Oh, sweet girl,” Miranda purred, leaning down until her breath brushed my ear. “Did you really think your mother died of an illness? I was her maid. I poured her tea, carried her dresses, and listened to her whine about her noble duties. And when I grew tired of watching her live the life I deserved… I took it from her. I buried her where the dogs feed, walked into her home, took her husband, and raised you as my little house-pet.”The words sank into the cold, damp air like stones dropping into a black lake.For one heartbeat the world stopped. Every cruel command, every night spent scrubbing bloody floors, every sickening moment of bowing to the woman who had stolen my bed, my home, my father’s name and his love—everything crystallized into a single, searing rage. My mother had been murdered by her own maid, thrown into the dirt like garbage so a common thief could slip into her clothes and play empress.A razor-sharp clarity flooded my veins, burning the last of

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 96

### Miranda A sharp, mocking chuckle burst from my lips, vibrating through the cold barrel pressed against the back of her head."Bianca?" I echoed, my voice dripping with absolute, unbothered disdain. "Oh, my sweet, desperate little girl... do you honestly believe a pathetic bluff like that is going to stall me?"I leaned down slowly, letting the heat of my breath brush against her damp ear, drawing in the metallic tang of blood, mud, and rain clinging to her skin."My daughter is surrounded by the finest guards money can buy back at the estate. She is warm, safe, and waiting for my call to celebrate the final, permanent erasure of your existence."I straightened up with unhurried grace, tightening my grip on the polished wood handle of the revolver. The heavy cylinder clicked softly in the dark as my index finger rested heavy against the curved metal of the trigger."Now," I murmured, "if you have nothing better to say, let's get this done with.""Do you know," Sincerely ras

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 97

### SincerelyI pressed my heels harder into the mud, my arm locked like a steel beam against her throat. The metal side panel of the sedan buckled beneath her weight, groaning in protest as I drove her further into the cold frame of the car.Miranda’s face turned a mottled, bruised purple. Her manicured nails dug desperately into the skin of my forearm, tearing at my flesh, but I didn't feel it. I didn't feel the rain. I didn't feel the cold. The only thing alive inside me was the white-hot, roaring flame of twenty-one years of vengeance, fed by the peak of the full moon burning in my veins."Please..." Miranda wheezed, her voice a ragged, pitiful squeak as her feet dangled inches off the ground. Her arrogant, aristocratic composure had completely shattered, leaving behind the terrified, sniveling murderer who had killed my mother in cold blood. "Sincerely... please...""You took my mother's life," I rasped, leaning in until my glowing silver eyes reflected the sheer horror in he

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 98

### SincerelyI held Miranda pinned against the buckled sedan, but my entire world shifted on its axis.I stared across the rain-soaked gravel, unable to process the impossible sight before my eyes.Ryker stood tall under the brilliant, unfiltered glare of the full moon, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, powerful surges. The horrific bullet wound in his chest was no longer oozing dark, poisoned blood; instead, a blinding, white-hot golden light pulsed beneath his torn shirt. With every second that passed under the moon's peak, his primal Alpha blood violently purged the wolfsbane and silver, stitching his flesh back together with terrifying, majestic speed.He was alive.The man who had taken a bullet straight to his heart without a second thought was standing, breathing, and looking at me as if I were the only thing that mattered in the universe."Ryker..." My voice broke, a sob catching in my raw throat as fresh tears spilled over my cheeks, washing clean tracks thr

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 99

### BiancaIt's been two days.Two suffocating, agonizing days of complete, dead silence.I paced back and forth across the plush Persian rug of my bedroom, the soles of my slippers digging into the soft wool until my ankles throbbed. To and fro. To and fro. My hands wrung together so tightly that my knuckles turned stark white.Where is she? Why hasn't she called?My mother was never off the grid for this long. She had explicitly promised me that the scrap yard operation would take a few hours at most. “A quick, silent erasure, my sweet girl,” she had purred before slipping out into the storm two nights ago. “By morning, Sincerely will be nothing more than a memory, and your place as Luna will be absolute.”So where was she?Why hadn't she returned? Why hadn't Sincerely shown up yet either? My phone sat silent on the nightstand, its dark screen mocking me every time I glanced at it. Neither of them had been seen at the estate. It was as if both my mother and Sincerely had step

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 100

### Bianca I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal, the engine roaring as the sports car barreled down the deserted, rain-slicked highway. Trees and streetlights blurred past in a smear of dark greens and grays. My knuckles turned stark white against the leather steering wheel, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Cracked Tusk. It was the only place left to look. If my mother hadn't returned to the estate, she had to still be at the scrap yard—finalizing the cleanup or waiting out the aftermath of whatever had gone down two nights ago. Or was she lost, curled up in Shawn's bed like a fool? She better not be. Not while my entire life was unraveling at the seams. The moment I turned off the main road and pulled into the secluded, mud-caked alleyway of the scrap yard, my blood ran cold. The heavy iron perimeter gates, usually guarded round the clock were wide open, swaying lazily in the damp breeze with a rusted, mournful whine. No guards stood at

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

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