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All I saw was my Alpha mate stepping on the gas right after slamming the door shut, eagerly rushing off to attend his ex-girlfriend's welcome-back party. He never looked back once at me as I stood in the dark forest—pregnant, desperate, and helpless. It was only at that moment that I finally gave up completely. It turned out Enzo truly didn't care about my safety, and he truly didn't love me. How laughable it was that I even hoped he might just be joking. I was so foolish to only come to my senses now. I wandered aimlessly through the hunting grounds, holding my belly. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way, and I fell straight into a shiny silver trap. Before the agony and death str

Even if he was the most powerful man in the world, he couldn’t afford to be complacent—not when his family’s lives were at stake. He went out to the back of the mansion, where the secret hideout of the Black Dragon team leaders was located. It looked like nothing but a tall, solid wall to anyone else. Hidden under the grass was a buried thumb scanner. Dustin opened a small concealed box in the ground, placed his thumb on the scanner, and the wall split in the middle, allowing him to enter. It sealed shut again ten seconds after he stepped inside. The Black Dragon team leaders instantly knelt as their Master emerged from the parted wall.

“Second annex. Past the hills. You’ll find a door—behind it, a fissure in the rock. Follow the crack, and you’ll reach a narrow tunnel. But... I wouldn’t go there alone, especially not a woman.” Lana didn’t answer. She turned on her heel and vanished into the shadows. The hidden entrance was just as he’d described—concealed within a forgotten door built into the second annex. No one would have guessed the unassuming structure masked a scar in the earth itself: a jagged split in the rock, growing wider the closer she drew. The air changed. Sulfur stung her nostrils. Dampness clung to her skin. The wind hissed through the crevices like a whispered curse.

My limbs hung completely useless like paper, and I could only watch the dark cavern walls pass by through my blurry, unfocused vision as they carried me away. Instead of heading toward the main entrance where the gunfire was getting louder, they carried me through a narrow, hidden tunnel at the very back of the cave. We emerged into a small clearing in the woods, rushing toward a hidden iron trapdoor buried deep under layers of thick sand and dead leaves. If you didn't know the exact spot, you would never guess a door was hidden there.

I inventoried our weapons – a battered crowbar, a makeshift spear fashioned from a sharpened piece of metal pipe – pathetically inadequate against the unknown terrors that awaited us. The library entrance lay hidden behind a seemingly innocuous section of the dome's wall, a heavy steel door almost entirely swallowed by rust and decay. Jay, guided by a tattered map he had salvaged from a crumbling archive, directed us towards a series of almost invisible vents and hidden passageways. This secret entrance was a relic of the past, designed for stealth, now overgrown with the weeds of time.

Only a few guards manned the entrance and collected entry fees because it was a conquered dungeon. The adventure association won't give much attention to such a low-rank dungeon. Using dash repeatedly, I was practically flying and got to my destination in fifteen minutes. I plummeted slowly from above. I cycled my stealth, restricting my aura and presence, as soon as I arrived on the ground, before approaching the hidden base's entrance discreetly. A wall that appeared to be a piece of the mountain lay outside the entryway. It had vines covering it, and the entire area was coated with gravel.

"Anything?...OK you go over there. You two...come with me...Future Luna might be in those rooms so watch it when you search..." I held my breath, praying they wouldn’t notice the hidden entrance nearby. Slowly, their voices faded. Finally, I reached the exit close to my room. The corridor outside was quiet for now, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. I slipped out of the tunnel, carefully closing the hidden door behind me, and tiptoed back into my room just as footsteps echoed down the hallway. I barely made it to my bed when there was a knock at the door. My pulse spiked as Lady Helena’s voice called out:

Harnum's eyes continued to circle around the place which looked like a cave. 'It's like a cave. Is it possible that there is a cave in a place like this?' Harnum thought. Harnum slowly pushed the stone which he thought was the door. And it turned out that it was really a cave door in the shape of a stone. Harnum slowly entered the cave. 'This is like an underground base or dungeon, like Al's dungeon in the old house,' thought Harnum. Harnum remembered the dungeon in the old house in Indonesia, which he accidentally entered Albern and Rully when they were punishing Monica.

“I’ll just rinse off and change into something else.” Felix didn’t suspect a thing. “Good idea.” Once she’d rounded the corner and slipped out of sight, Lydia kicked off her heels and stepped barefoot onto the cool marble staircase. The upper floor was dim, just a few wall sconces casting a muted amber glow. The party was centered outside and downstairs—the rooms up here were supposed to be off-limits. But down the hall, the third door on the right leaked a sliver of light through the crack. It wasn’t bright, but against the otherwise dark corridor, it stood out sharply. Lydia tightened her hold on her phone, padding silently toward it.

He stepped through the doorway and made his way down the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. At the bottom of the stairs, Arnold stepped into an elevator that whisked him deeper beneath his house. The doors slid open to reveal a hidden lair; the secret headquarters of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters. The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread.