Captors Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

Hearing my walkie-talkie click, I glanced down at it in my hand. “We caught her, but Marcus was injured. The female is a wildcat,” James growled. Chuckling, I said, “But he is still alive. Bring her to my bedroom and ready the redhead in the hallway outside. I will need her to prove my point to the stubborn she-devil.” “I will cover her head and bring her straight away,” James stated and ended his transmission. Grinning sardonically, I hurried to my bedroom to prepare the chains and cuffs that would hold my female captive.

He opened it and laid three photographs on the table side by side. CCTV images. Grainy in the way that footage became when it had been captured from a distance and digitally enhanced. The timestamp on each read 13:02. Two minutes into the attack. "I have colleagues in Montenegro," the detective said quietly. "I asked them to pull footage from every camera within a five hundred meter radius of your villa. Most of them captured nothing useful. But this one," he tapped the middle photograph, "is positioned on a building two streets from your company exit. Not the main exit." He tapped again. "This one. The side exit. The shortcut."

"Thank you." As the boat pulled away from the mainland, I poured red wine for us and raised my glass. "To our new beginning!" Just then, a massive firework bloomed in the sky, lighting up the night. I saw a superyacht approaching in the distance. Several people stood in a line at the bow and seated in their center was a familiar figure. Fiorenzo. "Signorina Diamante, Don Ricci says this fireworks display is to celebrate finding you. He hopes you enjoy it. Now please come back with us." Matteo shouted through a megaphone.

Hard to tell. Figures emerged from the tree line. Not federal agents. Not military. Something else. People wearing tactical gear marked with symbol I didn't recognize—a spiral consuming itself. Moving with coordination that suggested hive mind rather than individual soldiers. "Target acquired," one said. Voice flat. Emotionless. "Eva Morrison. Prototype Generation One. Retrieve for processing." They raised weapons. Not guns. Devices that hummed with the same quantum energy I felt growing inside me. Weapons designed specifically to capture rather than kill.

was already in place near the fuel storage. Everything was set. Now I just needed to wait for the right moment. The three enforcers charged at the captives with terrifying speed. These weren’t ordinary wolves, they were massive, bred and trained specifically for killing. Their muscles rippled under their fur, jaws capable of crushing bone with a single bite. The captives scattered immediately. Two went down within seconds, torn apart before they could even scream. But Jack didn’t run. He stood his ground, and I saw the moment the stimulant fully kicked in. His posture changed. His eyes sharpened. His movements became faster, more precise.

He covered his nose while trying to cover the girl with a blanket he picked up somewhere. Sixinere noticed that the girl is not in her right mind, this is heat, he knows it. He needs to get out of here before it triggered his rut and do something unforgivable to her. “This is not good. You’re just an omega how can you have these strong pheromones?” he just asked as he removed the hair that was blocking the girl's face.

At any cost. Casper… he’s also waiting for somewhere in there. With valor, I nod at everyone. “Let’s go. It is time.” We still walk in silence since there are some hunters guarding the captives. I wanna yell when I saw their condition, most of them are elders and kids. They’re bruised and bleeding. How heartless are human indeed?

I had to see for myself if what Isabella said was true. Twenty minutes later, the cab screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. I used my spare key to let myself in and ran straight to Vincent's study. There was a hidden room behind the bookcase. I knew the code. I punched it in, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing the surveillance hub inside. Multiple computers, countless monitor screens, and various high-tech recording devices. I sat down at the main computer and navigated the file directory. In a folder labeled "S," I found an encrypted subfolder.

A shiver went down my spine. My heart sank. I was surrounded. ‘But how come? I'm just an Omega… with no value whatsoever.’ But I couldn't convince myself they weren't here for me any longer as they drew closer, tightening their circle. There was nowhere to escape through. I shakily crouched down, my muscles tensed in panic and fear. But when I saw the sharp equipment glinting dangerously in the moonlight and remembered, I shut my eyes. Wolf traffickers captured and sell wolves for profit to distant places. Sometimes the wolves are dismembered. A chill crept down my spine thinking about what would happen once they caught me.