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She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

Maybe a tiny, stupid part of me still didn’t want to see Adrian as the enemy. “I’m not defending him,” I said finally, softer. “I’m just saying, storming his apartment isn’t—” “We don’t have time to sit and analyze it,” Sloane said. “This is your reputation, Kim. Alexander’s too. And honestly, your safety.” Alexander added. “This isn’t just gossip. Someone is stalking you. That’s dangerous. And if Adrian’s behind this, I want to know now.” I exhaled, long and shaky. Then I nodded. “Okay... okay. We’ll go.”

Kill. I stalk over to the bed, the floorboards creakin' beneath my feet, but he doesn’t stir. I lean over him, my lips pullin' into a grin that feels too wide, too sharp. My mind buzzin', my body twitchin' with anticipation. I drag the blade across his throat in one swift motion, feelin' the warmth of his blood on my hands as it spills out. He gurgles, eyes wide with shock, but I’m already movin' on.

The cake testing. Laughing with Cian on her lap as she dusted crumbs from his cheeks. Stepping outside the bridal boutique. Emerging from the hairstylists’. Just that. A series of photographs. But the fear had been awakened in her. She leaned back in the seat of the SUV as it sped along. She had been sure that someone was watching her. Her gut instinct had not been wrong… This was just a message. She knew it. Her Stalker, the man who had come so close to killing her, was still at it.

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Only Sumire couldn't smell the scent of death and was unaware of what was happening around her. Mort was grotesquely killing the immortals who were after Sumire's life in the blink of an eye while Narco was distracting her. Due to his lightning speed, Sumire failed to notice the two to four seconds of Mort's disappearance in the place to protect her from assassination. Stavros, on the other hand, was on full alert. The boy couldn't understand why they dared to attempt to kill his mate. Whoever the mastermind behind sending these perpetrators is now going unhinge as all they sent met their inevitable end. "Young master, it's getting late. Your father is sending us home." Leaned, Klauss whispe