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I'd rather live alone in a simple and small house than in a palace that will never do good to my situation right now. The door creaked as someone opened it from the outside. I was waiting for that person to enter and It was him, Blade. He was looking at me with his blazing fire, a red pair of eyes, it's not him, it's not Blade that I'm seeing, who is he? I know my Blade, his eyes aren't red and he doesn't have any reason to be this mad at me. Is it possible that there's someone pretending to be Blade? Is it possible for an alpha to have an impostor? If it is, then what happened to Blade? I held Via's trembling hand and whispered to her.

Your boyfriend is a Victor : Alice Alice : shut up victor you demon in flesh Victor slapped her again and again He angrily get inside the car and drive away Jasmine : victor what's she talking about Victor : nothing honey Alice smile and asked her security Alice : find about that girl and tell me all what about her Security : okay mam what about the guy that slapped you Alice : for now Don't wake the sleeping DRAGON Stay tuned

I pull each drawer open to see they are all filled with named files along with designations next to the names; someone kept very detailed records on who lived down here. “This must be the shifter bunker.” I mutter as I flick through the last drawer to see Desmond and Flora’s names along with a marker that declares them fated mates; Desmond’s name is only the third one in all the drawers with an Alpha symbol next to the name. Dutton was right; the Alpha birthrate really was low.

I added, finally understanding the point she was trying to make. “Yes!” Alice responded, her eyes excited from her figuring something out. But then her smile faded. “This proves that you’re right, doesn’t it? The Golden Hive never intends to allow their escorts to live the rest of their lives in peace. They always plan to kill them, then make it look like an accident, don’t they?” Alice said, her tone darker and lower as realization hit her. “I think that’s exactly what’s going on,” I answered, upset. I punched my pillow and Alice jumped at my sudden movement.

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

Then a faint mechanical whir drifted down from above—so soft it could have been mistaken for the wings of night insects. Her heart thudded. “Gillow…” He rose to his feet, the predatory focus of the Alpha settling over him. His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the faintly glowing sky. Shapes moved above the thinning clouds—dark, insect-like silhouettes against the paling blue. A half-dozen, no, more, circling. “Drones,” he said, his voice turning hard. “Not ours.” Even as he spoke, small black canisters detached from the machines and tumbled soundlessly downward. They burst before reaching the ground, releasing a fine, glittering powder that spread like drifting mist through the tree

"But Alpha, it will be extremely..." "Do it." He obeyed. The needle pierced through torn flesh. Again. Again. Again. Thread pulled through muscle. The silver burns screamed through my body. The pain should have been unbearable. I welcomed it. Pain was simple. Pain made sense. Love didn't. The office door suddenly burst open. One of my guards rushed inside. "Alpha!" The doctor nearly jumped. "What?" "We lost them." The room became silent. The guard continued carefully. "We followed the vehicle as ordered, but they disappeared."

The snow cooled the fire off almost as efficiently as our water system did, and now it's just a steaming pile of black sludge going down the hillside. It's definitely strange to see something that has horrified you for the longest time, reduced into something as insignificant as this. It's almost night time again now, and everything seems to be working well. Alice is back at the palace recovering, and Drake has been left in charge, also to look after the ones who either tried to loot from the warehouse or save it from the flames for some reason. Everything seems to be okay now, but I still find myself almost knee deep in the muck, hoping to find something. Or someone.

But inside that quiet room, Alpha Draven stood guard beside Hazel’s bed, not as a warrior or a leader—just as a mate who had nearly lost the one he loved. And now, there was one more person they needed to find. Alice.