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I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do. I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

Lia’s POV The world seemed to revolve only to the weight of Kade’s gun pointing at my head, his finger twitching on the trigger. For one second, Damon’s voice wasn't even heard….I thought the bullet had already ripped through me. “Boss,” Damon repeated, “it’s Noah Morgan. He’s here. And he’s demanding to see you.” But Kade didn’t drop the gun immediately. He held me there, pressed under his shadow, forcing me to look at him…to understand that if Damon hadn’t just walked in, I’d already be dead.

Each of them had their memories of Isla and their vows of retribution for her untimely death. After the service, the family members dispersed, speaking in hushed tones. Sierra, Enzo, and Marcus lingered by the casket, whispering their final goodbyes. Nathan however did not attend the funeral. Meanwhile, across town at the Morgan mansion, a different kind of gathering was taking place. In Ryder Morgan's opulent office, Ryder and his twin brother Hunter Morgan were joined by Bryan Benson, the new mayor of Philadelphia. Hunter, with a glass of champagne in hand, wore a smug expression.

"Watch your mouth. It happened two years ago, so pretend it never happened. Besides, he's dead anyway. Does it matter how he actually died?" The attendant fell silent at once, nodding repeatedly, too afraid to say another word. Seeing him so afraid, Morgan felt a deep sense of satisfaction. For the sake of his own interests, Morgan could only play the part of a gentle, obedient man in front of Teagan. It was nothing like who he truly was. In fact, he took pleasure in controlling other people's fates. I was one example, and I doubted I was the only one. "If I'd known that brat would be this hard to kill, I would've gotten rid of him along with Adrian," Morgan said. "That would've saved a lot

Rogue King Kargon’s POV Morgana walked into my office without knocking. I poured her a glass of bourbon and handed it over. “For you to forget your manners, this must be serious.” She took the glass and drank quickly, wincing at the burn. “Jason is dead,” she finally said. I set the bottle down. I wasn’t surprised. Jason was unstable and reckless. My wolf had mocked me for working with him. He knew Jason would fail, and now I’d have to listen to him gloat for days.

The room also has two matching black velvet couches with similar button tufting on them sitting on both sides of the room with a dark espresso French coffee table directly across them both. Barely making it behind the desk, I hear someone knocking on the door. -"Come on in." I instruct before sitting down and taking a deep breath. -"Morning, boss!" Morgan says with her cheerful personality. Morgan Bates is my pack's Gamma. She is relatively young, 21 years old, to be exact. She has earned her Gamma position with hard work and dedication. Both her parents are regular members of the pack, but Morgan always stood out from the crowd. She might not have immense strength, but I tell you, this fiv

Her eyes widened, and she looked only at his eyes. “Thank you,” the dean said. She was surprised when he held out his hand. She took it and nodded, and then the dean lowered his gaze as if he finally admitted to himself that Nyx was an Alpha, too. “Let’s not do that,” she said to him. “I don’t like it.” “Of course, Miss Morgan,” Dean Russell said before he let go of her hand and walked towards the Administration building. The other staff members shook her hand after him before they went to talk to Zeke.

Kristen panted with tears running down her eyes. She was now facing Mrs. Morgan and Celia with her arrow fixed on her bow. Her hand tightly held it, as she targeted it towards them. The whole zombie were behind both mother and daughter. Smirking, Mrs. Morgan said. "You aren't sweet blood or did I call for you?" "You!" Kristen said, under her breath. "Me? Ah...Me? Did you meet with sweet blood? Did she tell you the whole story?" Mrs. Morgan laughed.

“And you do? I mean, you look very healthy for someone who collapsed a dozen times just yesterday.” At that, Wade sat up. “Jenn,” he said firmly. “There’s no need for that. I already explained to you, Morgan has had a rough life and it affected her wolf. She isn’t as strong as you and me.” Morgan smiled brightly as her eyes met mine. Ignoring them both, I turned to the fully stocked bar and poured myself a bottle of champagne. If I was going to be riding with these two, then a headache was on the way.

His eyes scanned the hospital gown and the bruises visible beneath it. Morgan said nothing. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the man standing beside Dean—Jake, the man who looked identical to Dean but radiated a completely different presence. Dean’s expression shifted slightly, and he introduced naturally. “This is my younger brother, Jake. He just returned to the country and came to visit Hazel.” Then, speaking to Jake, he said, “Jake, this is Morgan. I… She’s my girlfriend.” Jake smiled flawlessly, as if meeting her for the first time, and said politely, “Hello, Morgan.”