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Still, he tortured me until I bled from eyes and ears. Noah stared at the stone pillar beside him, ready to bash his head against it. His rage turned toward Ava. "Throw her into the tiger pit!"

“Breathe, Alice. I’ve got you.” Her heart pounded, trapped in Kane’s crimson gaze, his warmth so close she felt his heartbeat. Her senses flared, catching the wild musk of wolf under his skin, and her nails ached, retracting slowly as she focused on his touch. “I’m not… me,” she whispered, voice trembling, wrist scar pulsing. “I saw it, Kane—a lab, Samuel, my scar. I’m not a hybrid. I’m… a weapon.”

They did not know what stirred beneath their streets, but they knew something was wrong. And in that uncertainty, opportunists emerged. A splinter group calling itself the Bloodline Syndicate began circulating propaganda—calling for the purification of vampire society through blood and fire. Their rhetoric spread rapidly, fueled by fear and resentment. Within neko circles, an equally radical faction—the Iron Claw Resistance —advocated preemptive strikes, convinced the truce was a deception. Maverick and Odessa met in secret again, this time not as lovers seeking solace, but as leaders forced into strategy.

They thought by making a fuss, they could turn this benefit into cash. What they never considered was that this benefit was never theirs to claim—it was a gift I had paid for from my own pocket. "Impossible!" Keira screamed. "You're lying! You're a greedy capitalist who's trying to take all the money for yourself!" "Believe whatever you want," I said expressionlessly. "And one more thing—because of the recent public backlash, the company's reputation has taken a serious hit. As a result, our largest partner has just frozen all cooperation with us."

Veronica! Rage consumed me as I turned towards Veronica. My eyes, still showing signs of bloodlust, grew brighter with my rage. I could feel a trail of blood dripping down from the corner of my mouth to my chin. Veronica's eyes grew frightened as my gaze locked onto hers. "Veronica, where did you get that needle from?" I asked in a deathly calm voice. She understood that the calm in my voice was used as a mask to hide my own rage. "The organization-"

His rude behavior, got me angered and due to that, I kept the bag in the living room, only to get shouted at by him. "Pick that up right now?".( Yells out feeling angered) I turned and met his furious glare, "I am not going to?" (Refused to heed to his words) Keith angrily dropped his suit at the couch and rushed out to me, "seriously, are you not going to do has l said?".( Awaits for my response) "No, I will not, and please, don't even think of blackmailing me because anything you do right now, will make to effect on me".

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

I cut him off and growl, “His blood works on me. How do you know my blood won’t do the same for him? Do as I say, and if it doesn’t work, you can try something else.” My heart pounds against my chest as rage consumes me. I don’t have to ask who is responsible for this. Drake and his father are behind it. I know it. The doctor stares at me, but after a few seconds, he slowly nods. “Okay. We will try your blood. Maybe you are right, and your blood does the same for him as his does for you. Let’s hope you are right.”

I ignore the blood gushing from my body as I race around, slashing at anything that moves. Rage completely takes over my body as I go into a frenzy, tearing the bodies of the men who slaughtered the Rocky Mountain Pack and killed my other half, into tiny pieces and throwing them around the camp. The smell of fresh blood urges Rage to continue with her killing spree, running around gleefully in search of anyone left alive that she can tear into.

“That’s hot maggot, but I am future king of the dragons for a motherfucking reason!” Rage builds within me as his flames surround my human flesh. It feels like I am standing behind the thrusts of a jet plane. I hear Willow cry out to me and she begins to plead with Drake to stop.