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CRYSTAL RIVER PACK The pack vehicle pulled up to the eastern gate and Wyatt saw the man propped up against a Jeep Wrangler. He pulled over to the side and got out of the pickup. As he walked over to the man, he could smell that the dark man was just that. A human. He left Celeste for this??? Wyatt was irritated. And he had a funny feeling it was just going to get worse. The man stood up and took a few steps toward Wyatt. “Are you the Alpha?”

“Sensor alarms …” In the basement I heard shuffling and dripping water. The first few cells housed Gideon’s wolves, all in different stages of healing. I broke the locks on those doors and one man opened his eyes groggily. “Get your brothers up. I’m Wynter Grey and I’m getting you out of here.” “He has many warriors.” The man stood up and I gripped his shoulder trying to give him some semblance of hope. “How many?” “Two hundred at least.”

And beside her, a man in a charcoal suit, reading a leather file. Grayson stood near the fireplace, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. “You didn’t tell me we had guests,” I said cautiously. “You weren’t supposed to come down yet,” he muttered, shooting a glare at Caleb. The woman stood, her eyes scanning me with expert precision. “So… this is her.” Her? The man beside her shut the file. “Isla Walker. Nineteen. Studying on scholarship. Daughter of Arthur Walker. Interesting.” What the hell?

"I have to get some blood. I can't think straight at this moment." "Let me get it for you." He offered but before he could get up, she beat him to it. "Don't worry. It's just over there." She said and patted him on the shoulder. As soon as she left, Gray, who had noticed the two of them the moment he entered, walked up to Marcellus. He sat on Ashley's seat and initiated a conversation. "I'm Alpha Gray of The White Wolves." "I know. I heard a lot about you from my subordinates." Marcellus replied and Gray smiled broadly.

"Ooh! That's a man right over there, everyone. Even when he's in the middle of a group of dragons, he's still as brave as a wolf. A very great cop you are, Mr. Hank Walker. Really great. I wish I could clap my hands for you." "Oh yeah, you can. Only if you want to double the pain you're under right now." He once again answered with a stone hard confidence. "Dear brave cop, don't you know who I am?" The man looking like an alive, fresh, preserved mummy asked him, cocking his head to his right. "Let me introduce you who I am, Mr. Walker. And I will just say this once, my name is Klyde McMarrow. Does my name rings any bell?"

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

If this is how Gray wants me to pay penance for my freakout yesterday, I guess I’ll grin and fucking bear it. We roll into the driveway of a little blue house and climb out of the Jeep, starting up the front walk. Snow crunches under my boots as I glance toward the house, the door swinging open before we’re even halfway up the walk. A big, surly looking fucker appears in the doorway- the one and only Daryl Miller. He doesn’t exactly have a reputation for being warm and fuzzy, so I’m not surprised when we’re greeted with a scowl. “Alpha Gray, Alpha Chase,” he barks, his eyes shifting between us as we approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Gray asked as they walked up to the house with Tommy's men behind him. "I need answers and then I'll teach him a lesson, make him suffer like he made Jasmine suffer," he replied before ringing the doorbell. After a few minutes, the door opened revealing a mid-height, dark skin man who reeked of alcohol. "Can I help you?" he asked, observing Tommy and his men. "Are you Lucifer Dankworth?" Gray asked while Tommy scanned the man from head to toe, Jasmine had his eyes which angered Tommy. "Who wants to know?" He asked, eyeing them suspiciously. "Mr.Dankworth, we are here to discuss your daughter, Jasmine, can we please come in?" Gray asked as Lucifer nodded before letting them in. On their way i

The man in gray—his lips parted, just about to declare it— “Sold.” But the word never came. Because the air changed. A ripple of something cold and powerful cut through the hall, sharp as steel and just as silent. The tension turned thick. Then—he walked in. Alactor Merikh Drystan. Clothed in black from collar to boot. No shimmer, no gloss—just clean, dark fabric that hugged his tall muscled frame like it was made for his rage. The kind of black that didn’t reflect light. It consumed it.

Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual. I couldn't help but notice how frequently he glanced at Elena whenever he had the opportunity. It was peculiar, but I couldn't afford to dwell on it. Our primary concern was to escape from this place, and we needed to do it quickly. "Derek, you're not being helpful," the leader, Black, reprimanded. So, the person causing trouble was named Derek. I attempted to take a step forward, but I froze when Black's gaze shifted towards me. "Don't even consider it. We could end your life before you even move an inch," warned Black. He stared directly at me, his eyes narrowing, prepared to intervene if I made a wrong move.