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How is that possible… "Dad, listen to me, I didn’t mean to—" His voice grew weaker and weaker until it trembled on the edge of breaking. "Dad, please don’t abandon me. I know I was wrong. I’ll fix this right now. Please don’t kick me out of the family, okay?" The person on the other end clearly had no interest in listening. The call was cut off. Darren called out "Dad" several more times, his voice cracking. All the color had drained from his face as he collapsed weakly into his chair, completely lost.

I turned my back to the body as my stomach emptied its contents. I slowly straightened, surveying the massacre. About twenty scorched bodies laid motionless amongst the burnt remnants. Every now and then, you could see a flicker of yellow, white, and black fabric. I bent back over and disposed of anything left in my stomach. Averting my eyes from my vomit, I quickly scanned the area again, trying not to pay too much attention to the detail. “What the . . .”

Rubbing her brow, she said wearily, "You should head out first." "But, Ms. Thorne—" "I said go!" she snapped, her patience worn thin. Maxwell pressed his lips together. Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to step out. After he left, Beatrice went back to her desk. Looking at the error-filled report, a wave of memories washed over her. Seven years ago, I had also been a rookie starting from scratch. I had neither experience nor an outstanding academic background. Surrounded by applicants far more qualified than I was, I barely stood out at all. Yet somehow, I was the only one who made it through the probation period.

Lucien The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the pain at the back of my neck. Did someone strike me from the back? I suddenly remembered an unfamiliar woman who had told me that she knows the way back to my pack while I was currently taking out the chains that wrapped on my wrist and ankles—even breaking my own bones just to slip free—felt them splinter and bend unnaturally beneath the restraints. When my hands finally came loose, I tore the shackles from my ankles as if they were nothing more than brittle vines.

A text message: "Downstairs. Now." I opened the curtains. A black sports car was parked on the street below. The engine revved, a low growl like a caged beast. His raw Alpha power crashed over the block like a tidal wave. Dogs started barking and howling before tucking their tails and scattering. Streetlights flickered, and car alarms shrieked. Soren. He was here already.

I called him a lunatic and slammed the door open, jumping out of the car as fast as I could. The next morning, I had the stock transfer contract ready. I went to the company, planning to sell all my shares and get far away from this disgusting city. I found Zayden and straightforwardly told him the price I had in mind for the deal. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lunged at me, pushing me back until I was pressed tightly against the chair. He deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular chest.

A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…" "We'll have to wait until things settle down first. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Tommy's my son, after all…" The female voice let out a soft giggle. Then, there were more of those lewd, obscene noises coming from the room… The veins on Elias' face bulged. He kicked the bedroom door open forcefully. Gabriel and Larissa were naked, and they had their bodies pressed against each other… The two of them were shocked when they saw us entering the room. They hurriedly pulled on something to cover their bodies.

He didn’t give it any thought. Reive closed his eyes and explored the surroundings with twilight vision. There was a large patch of darkness ten steps away from the lair. It seemed to him that it was a man. Maybe a hunter mauled by a bear. A dead body going nowhere which would transform into an undead all by itself. Reive decided to help it, turning over a suitable invocation in his mind. Level seven seemed a good choice: the creation of a half-thinking zombie. Nothing complicated.

The Scrap Heap. Sub-Level 8: The Proving Grounds. Zero Hour + 13 Hours. The air in Sub-Level 8 was thick with the copper stench of blood, cheap synthetic sweat, and the deafening roar of a thousand outlaws. Vex, still nursing his severely bruised, newly welded cybernetic neck, led Sebastian and his crew through the claustrophobic, neon-drenched corridors. They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit.

The air thickening. The pressure in her chest climbing. Her glow responded instinctively, flaring under her skin. Alexander noticed. “You’re reacting.” She nodded. “Something down there is… calling to the fragment inside me.” “Calling how?” he asked. She swallowed. “Like it wants it back.” Jay tensed. “Then don’t listen.” She tried. She really did. But every step made it harder. Lower Lab Level 2 — The Chamber The stairs opened into a massive underground chamber.