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I asked, already suspecting one of Jasper's foul plays. "Jasper said they couldn't find their bodies. He said there was so much snow, and the conditions were far too dangerous to risk the lives of more people looking for them. But I'm here, and it doesn't look anything like he described to Uncle Conner, my dad's Beta. I had to see it for myself. I'm starting to believe Jasper lied deliberately. Now he wants to take over White Claw pack, and he's looking for me to facilitate the process." A low growl escaped me. If I had that asshole in front of me, I would pulverize him with my fists. She was shivering. "I was looking for them, Chad, in the forest. But I only found trouble. Well, and I found

Jasper reminds me. Jasper was a pickpocket once upon a time. Living in the inner city, fighting to earn income, and picking pockets to pay bills. His lean and limber body makes him excellent at getting into smaller spots and maneuvering in silence. “Let myself get caught, so they bring Liam to us. Or us to Liam…” I think about it for a minute. “It’s dumb but effective,” Jasper says with a shrug. “And Liam would probably kill me with his little finger for mentioning it.”

No point in fretting about that, however. He's staying at Chad's, which will facilitate his job. He knows the place. He makes a single phone call and says, "Get the place ready. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He has his own driver, Damien can't help but notice, but he'll kill him too if necessary. Nothing is getting in his way. Jasper is the kind of scum that needs to be taken care of. He disrespected his family and he doesn't take that lightly. His family means everything to him. That wasn't the case a few years ago, but he's changed. He'd die defending them, and he'll kill for them, too. Ethan was upset this afternoon, too, and not just because of Kathy. He expected more from Jasper, Da

The kind of place people checked into when they didn’t want to be found. I didn’t tell Cassandra. Not yet. This wasn’t her burden anymore. It was mine. The room smelled like tobacco and expensive regret. Whitlock sat by the window, whiskey in hand, dressed in a dark turtleneck and pressed slacks. His hair was slicked back, his posture arrogant without effort. When I entered, he didn’t rise. “You’re taller than I thought,” he said. I closed the door. “You’re exactly what I expected.” He smirked, swirling the drink. “Let’s skip the hostility. I’m not here to fight.”

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

The person she nearly bumped into was someone else entirely. He was tall and broad, built like a tank. He looked to be in his fifties, with a quiet, contained authority that came from years in power. His hair was graying at the temples, but it didn’t soften his sharp features. If anything, it gave him a distinctive edge. It was Victor Jasper. He was Jacob and Skyla’s father. Winter steadied herself. “Mr. Jasper.” Technically, since she and Skyla used to be close friends, calling him “Uncle Victor” wouldn't have been out of place.

Jasper convulsed so hard Zak and Jake nearly lost him on the sprint to the recovery bay. Muscle corded beneath skin; veins stood like cables; his forearm ballooned in a wrong, twitching geometry. “Hold on, buddy—we’re almost there,” Zak grunted. “He’s getting stronger,” Jake shot back, fighting for purchase as Jasper’s arm bucked again. Inside the sterile lab, Kimberly Watkins cleared a steel bench with one sweep. “On the bed—now!”

The silence stretched between us until he finally spoke again, changing the subject. “I promised myself I had to strike first. So I started looking into things, trying to expose him for the liar he is. And you know what? He’s a damn Lycan. He’s the oldest, so we never knew any better. Turns out, his mother isn’t our father’s Luna. I don’t know any more details, but he’s legit. The only thing left for me to do is kill him. But then… I don’t know if it’s guilt or what, but I just can’t seem to do it. Naomi’s father keeps urging me to make a move, any move, but I can’t seem to listen to him anymore…” His words tumbled out in a rush, a mixture of frustration and confusion. I watched him, feeling

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”