Is Race To Rescue Based On A True Story?

SIX PACK SERIES BOOK SIX ~ *This is the final book in the series. I strongly recommend reading books 1-5 (Gray, Theo, Jax, Brock, & Reid) before reading this one.* CHASE : Two months ago, everything changed. An enemy descended on our territory, a war was fought, and lives were lost. I woke up the next morning as Alpha of my pack, a role I never expected to step into so soon. I learned that I'd been lied to, deceived for half my life by the people closest to me. I couldn't take the pain, so I just shut it all out, descending into a darkness of my own making. And then there she was. Her flame burned so bright that I couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. Taste it. Take it. If she's fire, I'm gasoline- this thing between us chaotic and volatile, bound to set everything and everyone around us ablaze. Still, I can't let her go. If I'm headed for , I'm dragging her with me. ~ VIENNA : Life has never been an easy ride for me, but I've always been resilient. I'm just trying to make my way in the world; trying to build something for myself that nobody can take away. I've got big plans, none of which include getting involved with an arrogant Alpha who thinks he can lay claim to anything he wants. The truth is, Chase doesn't know what he wants- but that doesn't stop him from pulling me into his vortex of destruction, one that I can't escape no matter how hard I try to fight it. I'm no savior, but maybe he doesn't need someone to save him from the darkness. Maybe what he really needs, is for someone to join him there.

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

At the express train station entrance, I was stopped by a security guard. He asked, “What is in the container?” I said, “It is a living heart. It needs to be transplanted in two hours.” I handed over the urgent medical pass. After the security guard checked the document and prepared to let me through, a hand reached from behind and grabbed the container. A voice shouted, “Do not let her go! The container contains prohibited items!” I turned and saw my sister‑in‑law, Ariana Cole. She pointed at me and shouted, “Sir, I am reporting her! She is my sister‑in‑law. What is in the container is not a cure for illness. It is drugs she bought from the black market. She plans to transport them and sell them by using her doctor identity!” Armed police surrounded us with their guns drawn. My eyes were bloodshot from anxiety. “Ariana, have you lost your mind? There is a donor heart inside! The recipient only has two hours to live!” Ariana rolled her eyes and sneered. “Why are you pretending? My brother said you have acted mysteriously lately. You are definitely up to no good. If you have nothing to hide, why not open it and show us?” The place fell silent. The SWAT officer leading the group spoke in a cold voice. He said, “Please cooperate with the inspection. Open the container immediately.” I looked at my countdown watch as cold sweat soaked my back. If the heart became contaminated, Arthur Quinn, the national hero who depended on it, would not survive.

The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal. Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously. Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern. “Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.” I sneered. In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his. No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.” And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes. Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state. His fans called it karma. Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand. Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.

Everyone wants a piece of Lucien Vale, his money, his fame, his name. Ariana Cross wants nothing to do with him. She’s too busy fighting to survive: engineering classes by day, dead-end jobs by night, and a little sister whose next hospital bill could break them for good. Pride is the only thing her father didn’t steal when he walked out. But when a career-ending scandal rocks Lucien’s world, the ice-cold racing champion needs a miracle: a fake girlfriend who can fix his cars and his reputation. He offers Ariana everything: money, security, her sister’s future if she’ll play the part. She says no. Until one brutal night leaves her with no choice. What starts as a cold business deal explodes into a dangerous obsession. The closer Ariana gets to Lucien, the more she sees the broken man behind the legend: sleepless nights, buried rage, and a mother’s death that was never just an accident. Their lives were tangled long before they met. Now trapped in a web of lies, scorching chemistry, and secrets dark enough to destroy them both, Ariana discovers the deadliest truth of all….. Some collisions were never accidents.

She-wolf is saved by a human who needs her. Enjoy the ride.. ************** Excerpt..... My family found me and carried me home to the Pack doctor. After surgery and a few weeks of rest, I was back to normal. Physically, I'd fully recovered, but I was far from well. My wolf pined for her mate, and I was going nuts, wondering where he was! His absence left a hole in my heart that I couldn't fill. We didn't have many clues. My brother had tracked his scent to the trailhead where he'd parked his truck. After that, nothing. My family fully supported my search for my mate. After all, he had saved my life and was my one chance at true happiness in this life. Family members ran the mountains every weekend until the heavy snow arrived, but we never caught his scent again. The longer it went on, the more distraught I became.