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“Mel, baby, let me explain—” “Don’t call me that!” she snapped, tears already filling her eyes. She grabbed one of the case notes I had written and started reading it out loud. Her voice grew quieter and more hurt with every line. “Target profile: Melanie Wealth. Vulnerable entry point. Desperate for paternal validation and love. Recommendation: Establish close contact via the varsity program to gain backdoor access to her father’s network. I couldn’t bear to listen. Hearing her read my own words made it sound even colder than I remembered.

Vanya stared at my hand for a few seconds and then placed her hand in mine, allowing me to help her up from the bed and lead her out of the room and downstairs. Her heartbeat increased when we reached the basement but she silently followed me down the stairs. I pushed the door open and glanced back at her as I led her to the wall covered with newspaper clippings. “Melanie worked at the facility where we were created,” I said softly. “She usually took our blood samples or treated us when we were sick or injured from the test they did on us. She was different from the other humans who worked there.” “Was the facility on the island?” Vanya asked.

"New locations. New operatives. New identity." "That will take years. And resources we don't have." "Then we find resources." Victor pulled up a different file. "The girl. Melina Voss. Status." "Still at the estate. Still under Howlington protection. Medical testing ongoing. We have minimal intelligence on what they're testing for, but based on communication intercepts, the testing is extensive." "She's becoming a problem for them," Victor said quietly. "The Strain in her blood. It's not stable. It's not manageable. The Howlingtons are scrambling to contain a situation they can't control."

“Alpha, it’s important that you’re here for the ritual.” He brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Why? I’m doing absolutely nothing here.” “Not for long,” she said calmly. “Melinda, staying here won’t change anything about the past, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” “My lady needs an emotional connection with someone she can respond to,” Melinda said softly, glancing from Vikron to Camille’s still body on the bed. Vikron ran a finger along the bridge of his straight nose. “And what makes you think she’ll respond to me? She can barely stand my presence.”

Smart move. Melanie let out a harsh laugh, dragging her fingers through her perfectly styled curls until they stood on end. Her eyes were glazed over with something unhinged, and her voice, oh, her voice sounded like it belonged to someone who hadn’t slept in days. “You don’t understand.” She whispered, then louder, “You never understood!” She stopped pacing and turned to face us, her eyes practically glowing with something unholy. “I loved him.” Her voice cracked, “So damn much. I would have died for him. Given him everything. Do you know what it feels like to crave someone so much that it hurts to breathe when they’re not around?”

She smiled cryptically. “Before we enter, Ryker, I need to confess. I chose the wrong path in life, caring about nothing. My time in the dungeon made me realize my mistakes, especially how I abandoned Ivan,” Melina said, her voice filled with emotion I struggled to believe. Indifferent to her confession, I asked her to lead the way. As she stepped into the dense forest, she suddenly moaned in pain. Black flames engulfed her body, and it was too late despite my attempts to douse them with magic. Melina passed away before my eyes.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

Is that the reason why Melanie acted like she was missing a few screws when I bumped into her in the bathroom? The information in the file was vague, it only mentioned the basics like her full name, blood type, height, hair colour and more. I groaned and read through it once more before seeing her mate's name on the second page below her other relations. Derrick Bailey. My eyes scanned the name one more time. Is this right? Derrick Bailey? Is it not supposed to be Derrick Ryker? I flipped back to the first page and read Melanie's name. Melanie Ryker.

I was so pissed Keith got to escape "Oh my God... that is Lorenzo Hernandez" Melinda spoke while coughing because of the smoke