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"Tsk... Instead of blabbering nonsense, why don’t you actually help me find Gabriel?" Davison snapped as he paced back and forth, phone pressed tightly to his ear. His other hand was clenched, knuckles white as he fought back the panic rising in his chest. "I didn’t bring you all here just to sit around!" Across the room, Alfonso remained calm and composed, eyes glued to the laptop screen in front of him. He let out a short chuckle. "You think we’re not doing anything?" he said without glancing up. "We’ve already deployed all of our family’s secret agents. They’re sweeping through every trace of data from the moment Gabriel left. We’re not just sitting here twiddling our thumbs, Davison."

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Truths in Chains The convoy roared down the highway, the sound of the burning warehouse fading into the distance. Aaron sat in tense silence, his gaze locked on Daniel, who sat across from him with his hands restrained. Sofia could feel the weight of the moment pressing on all of them. Daniel had secrets—secrets that could finally unravel the network of betrayal Damon had constructed. “Start talking,” Aaron demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Daniel hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between Aaron and Sofia. “It’s more complicated than you think. Damon wasn’t the one who started all of this. He’s just part of something… bigger.”

Three days since the fire. Three days since Gabriel Valez vanished into the ashes. Three days since Leo bled onto the marble floor, and said nothing. The mansion was quieter now, like the house itself was holding its breath. The men walked softer, and the guards spoke in whispers. Jacob hadn’t touched a cigarette since the explosion. And Alina? Alina was no longer asking for answers. She was taking them. She sat in the war room. Leo’s war room. His map was still sprawled across the oak table, turf lines, rival crews, smuggling lanes. His chessboard, too, was still mid-game, as if he’d been called away mid-move.

As for Daniel I just hope he just trusts me Daniel POV: Sitting in a tinted black van with 5 of my best men I watch as Nina and Dario walk into a Jet with loaded artillery "A man from the inside just told me they are starting the Jet, sir," my acting in second in command says. Turning to him and back at the Jet I shake my head. Taking the keys out of the ignition I nudge my head towards the outside. We all step out of the vehicle strapped and dressed exactly like how the men loading the Jet are. Walking towards the doors a man with a clipboard raises his head at us

“We didn't tell you because we don't know if it's important but there's a letter we saw in professor Ericson's office when we were there last session.” “Where was I?” she inquired. “Making plans for the burials,” Wilkes said. “We didn't want to add to your already full hands so we kept them yo ourselves.” “Yes. We found it when we went with Dr. Alvin Clarks and the others to professor Ericson's office to retrieve Dr. Giovanni's corpse from the cavern.” “I kinda feel betrayed I wasn't told now but we're good,” she said. “What is in the letter?” “We don't know. When we saw it, we were to eager not to get caught with it if one of Dr. Alvin's men came out so we just found it and the next second,

~ A M E L I A ~ A chill took over the room. I stepped back, my breathing becoming weighted again, ‘Gabe…’ Gabriel’s brow twitched up, ‘So, you came looking for it too…?’ Peering at his crossed arms, he held my notebook in one hand. My brows furrowed, ‘You’re the one who took my notebook?’ ‘I had my reasons,’ he replied, stepping towards me slowly. Then I felt the rune behind me calling to me again to get inside. Tugging that invisible string roughly. Quickly, I turned around and went to grab the door handle, but my speed was nothing against an Alpha-son.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.

There was no mistake. No doubt. But the relief did not last. Because just below that relief was the heavier question. Daniel. If Sandra was his… Then Daniel wasn’t. And that meant the betrayal wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t timing. It wasn’t a mistake. It was real. And deliberate. Gabriel closed his laptop slowly. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. “I need to know,” he whispered. Not because he wanted to push Daniel away. Not because he loved him less.

Sinclair I lean over the back of the sofa in my guest suite, my hands closed in white-knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Gabriel’s name glowing on the screen. Hugo and the Black Alder Alpha, Callahan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions. “Talk to me. What do we know?”