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"A magnificent display, Sovereign. Your pulse cooked their brains before my charges even finished burning. You truly are expanding your domain." Terra stepped up, nudging a dead Creeper with her heavy leather boot, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. "I've fought these things in the timber for three years. I've never seen a team drop a swarm that fast, or a commander turn herself into a living lightning bolt. You people really are something else." LUS flicked a final, triumphant message across my vision: [SWARM NEUTRALIZED.] [Casualties: ZERO.] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE.]

They were no longer as scared and were ready to face the enemy. "It won't be the same this time," Ezekiel whispered, fire burning his eyes. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

He asked mockingly. "I’m Jaxon Steele," I replied, letting the weight of my name hang in the air. "Owner of Steele Corporation. And that man you left bleeding on the sidewalk is my employee." The three exchanged uneasy glances, but their leader quickly recovered, laughing derisively. "Big man, huh? Well, guess what, Mr. Steele? We don’t care who you are. Hand over your wallet, or we’ll take you down just like we did your little friend." They started to advance, their movements slow and calculated.

One wrong move, one slip, and everything we had could fall apart. She told me that she had once been promised to Rowan, the Alpha of the Moonveil Pack. Everyone in Darkpine Woods knew his name. His pack was the most powerful, and his word was law. She was meant to become his Luna, his mate and partner in leading the pack. But she had rejected him.

My skin crawled. “Touch her,” Creed growled, “and I’ll tear your spine out.” Amendus chuckled, slow and cruel. “You can try, Alpha.” He spread his arms. Shadows bled from his hands, seeping into the ground. From the darkness, the forest stirred—and three more Wendigos crawled out, their twisted forms dripping black ichor. Kira’s voice echoed inside my skull: Trust me. My heart thundered. I didn’t know how to fight. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. But the bond—the half-broken thread—pulled me toward Creed, into the storm with him.

Maybe he took his frustration out on my employee! I had to rescue my man. I picked up my bag laden with my protective armor and adequate supplies of biological weapons to eliminate the Flame Hounds. It was impossible to eliminate them otherwise. I called my only friend from the rehabilitation center, Derrick Bennett, who has been with me even after we left the center. He was a rogue now, after losing his fated mate, but had vast experience in all kinds of warfare. “Who do we have to face now, Felixe?” “Come over to my office. We’re invading Alpha Ambrose’s hideout to rescue my GM.”

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

It wasn't his choice, but in order to rescue his brother, he had no choice but to turn him into one of them, and the little lad had no choice after Camellana saved his life from another illness and a rat infestation that threatened to wipe out the whole population of the Redberg Village. Since then, Dawar and Cronos have embarked on their own mission to recruit new members for their hidden organization. Cornelius also requested that Camellana transform into a Cronos-like creature. Yes, they never get old; they are strong, fast, and powerful, yet they can be slain by old witches' spells, and yet this did not discourage them from carrying out their mission as instructed by the old witches.

Occasionally, the SESOS will kill a criminal on the spot if they continue to run or if they attempt to resist arrest and they are usually quite brutal about it. The man attempts to run but he’s no match for the speed and prowess of the SESOS. They quickly run him down and beat the living shit out of him on the ground right next to us with batons. My stomach churns at the gruesome scene and cracking sounds of the batons meeting flesh. I look away from the sickening sight and look to Tessa for comfort. Her eyes are fixed on the gruesome sight, but she looks… unaffected. Almost BORED by the sight. As if this is just a normal part of her everyday life. I get that feeling again. The one from the