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Even the way he yelled at me sounded just like his father. He broke free from Natalia's arms, grabbed my phone, and smashed it to the ground. The screen cracked instantly on impact. Patrick was still fuming. He snatched up the shattered remains of the phone from the floor and hurled them at my head. He had Alpha blood in him, and he was already quite strong. A sharp pain shot through me as the phone's sharp edge split my temple. Warm blood trickled down immediately. I flinched in pain as a wave of dizziness washed over me.

I took it from him and handed him the first to thumb through the new pages, “So Ulf was right about her.” “It’s not the female Alpha that I speak of, but her Delta’s Mate,” he breathed so softly I almost didn’t hear him. The book fell from my hands and he clamored to pick it back up, apologizing loudly for his clumsiness as he handed it back to me. “How is that possible? If they can shift and breed…” I tried to do the math in my head. “They will quickly become more powerful than the Vὅlsung just with their sheer overwhelming number of shifters,” he concluded for me.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

She looked so small against the height of those shelves, her fingers trembling as they traced the spines. ​When she reached the middle shelf, she froze. I saw her shoulders drop, just a fraction. There they were: the Powerless series. Every volume, pristine, exactly where her hand would naturally fall. She turned to me then, and that look that "how could you possibly know?" expression cut through me sharper than any blade Lyrien could swing.

Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

I almost smiled at this thought but the situation is such that I couldn't. "And what are those categories?" I asked. "The powerless and the powerful. One under the powerful and two under the powerless." She analyzed. "I need more explanation, princess." I folded my hands across my chest. "The powerless, Suzy and Steve, and the powerful is your mom." She met my gaze. "What does that mean?" I became more confused as I tried to put two and two together. "If Sage is back, he'd be after the ones without powers first and your mom." She answered and I opened my mouth to say something when she shut me up with a raise of her hand. I noticed a change in her eyeballs. It was as if something flashed thr

Trying to shut both, her eyes and her senses, for what she was experiencing was a hard blow to her self-worth. 'The Raichands! The Princes! The chiefs! All are the same, the wretched mentality of men! Isn't it?' They could use a woman whenever he wanted, however they wanted, making them a pawn in their petty games and then the instant they would realize that the pawn had turned useless and the game was over, they would try to unburden their shoulders the very next moment. And if by any chance, her dear husband believed her to be pawn in his little play-down, then he is the biggest buffoon in the world.

I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell. Again and again, nothing I found was useful. I nearly gave up when my eyes fell on a bigger book. It was actually one of the biggest books there. It had a yellow cover and I pulled it out, and glanced at it, my eyes glinting at the title, ‘Werewolf And Its Powers’. Flipping through it, the first pages had no significance so I kept on turning pages, hoping to dig out what I wanted. And eventually I paused, stopping to read what it was written.

He never forces me to work, but I can’t help feeling that the others in the house might know what we’re doing, and that embarrasses me. A while later, I was in the library of this house. I inhaled deeply as I looked at the towering stacks of books, most of them about dark power, curses, and forces capable of binding fate itself. I thought about Kairos, about the immense power he possessed, and the weight that came with it. Back then, they had managed to defeat their enemies, but the victory came with a curse. “No one ever talks about my own power,” I whispered, staring down at my hands.