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“Aren’t you?” “I don’t know.” She allowed herself to possibly daydream of a small baby. Alfie let her go, and she went to stand beside her mother. She gripped the wheelchair as Alfie and Eagle both opened a lock on the old warehouse. She’d never been here as a kid as it was always locked up. They pulled the stiff doors open, and she couldn’t help but admire the sheer bulge of Alfie’s muscles. The man worked out constantly. He had weights in the apartment, and she spent so much time simply drooling as he pumped them.

*** Wild Wolves Gang Ryley Shine (the alpha's son) Zander Brown (the Beta's son) Wendy Yeoman Clarke Hazel (Former member and Ryley's ex-girlfriend) Tbc. (There are a lot of things that come from book 1, so it's recommended to read it before you begin this journey. A lot of flashback segments are going to appear that have to deal with the first book, that's why I would suggest you pick up the first book first. And I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment and give five stars please.)

"I will be back in twelve hours to check on him. Call me if anything changes." He left. The warehouse went quiet except for Albert's shallow breathing and my own heartbeat. I pulled up a chair next to the makeshift medical bed and took Albert's hand again. "You better wake up," I told him. "Because we have got a wedding to finish. And a traitor aunt to hunt down. And about a million things to figure out." He did not answer. Just breathed. In and out. Alive but barely. The warehouse door opened. Marcus entered, carrying coffee and what looked like food I could not eat.

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There were no perfect words for something like that. --- ### 🌿 THE OTHERS SURVIVED Bucky recovered slowly from his injuries and returned to his family, who had almost given up hope of ever seeing him again. His mother cried for a long time when she saw him, refusing to let go for several minutes. Daniel left the environment completely and moved to another city, choosing a quieter life with education and distance from violence. Thomas reunited with his younger sister, the only family he had left. He promised her that he would never return to the streets again, and this time, he meant it fully.

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“Why come to me with this? What’s in it for you?” Bucky’s gaze is unwavering. “They promised me retribution for Charmaine’s death. I agreed to their plans, but my loyalty to the pack and the city remains intact. I don’t wish to see your downfall, not at the cost of the city’s destruction. I want to help you stop this before it goes too far.” Wilson considers Bucky’s words, the complexity of the situation unfolding before him. He recognizes the value in Bucky’s intelligence but also understands the precarious nature of their alliance.

Quickly I pushed myself up and started to run but stopped when I saw one of the bike men in front of me with a gun pointed at me. My stomach fell, bile rose to my throat and I panted. So, this was how I died? “Please, don't do this!” I begged, but he just grinned and pulled the trigger. I dropped to the floor and lost consciousness. **** I was jolted awake by a bucket of water, only to find myself in an unfamiliar dark room – no, not a room, a shed. I coughed, my lungs irritated by the sudden splash of water. “I am alive,” I blurted out when the fits of coughing had subsided.

"That's impossible!" Sherry blurted. "His family is the wealthiest around—there's no way he could be in jail!" "Nothing is impossible. I might not get all the ins and outs of your world, but one thing's clear: once someone's no longer useful, they're disposable." Kenneth? He was exactly that—disposable. But instead of ending up in prison, he got shipped off to a psych ward. The doctors claimed he had severe schizophrenia. Whether it was real or just a convenient excuse, I couldn't tell.

Something buzzed. It's not the coffee maker. It's my burner phone. I’d only given the number to two people—Makayla and Clay. I picked it up, eyes narrowing at the incoming text. No name. Just a string of numbers and punctuation that only someone who’d worked through three separate encryption layers with Makayla would recognize. It decoded fast in my head, the way it always did: LZ$ → new thread Puppet in protest Discredit target Find. Confirm. Neutralize.