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Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

Outside, Sinai glared at the metal gates. "You are mine. I am your bloodhost, the sole provider of nourishment you depend upon. Only I can feed your body with the blood you require," she said smugly. "Even Evielyn, your beloved bondmate––may her soul rot in hell––could not fulfill that role, no matter how badly you wanted her to." Sinai let out a bitter smirk. "You will forever be mine, Daemon. Forever." EMERIEL Emeriel paced nervously in his small room in the slave quarters, his mind filled with worry. The fortress buzzed with activity as the Urekai prepared for their moonlight festival.

she said, numbly. “What the fuck is it?” He demanded. “Who are they? Where did they come from? Apparently, it’s worldwide and in massive numbers. Who has an army of that size? The technology is… Well, I’ve never even heard of machines like this. It’s not of this world.” “No, it’s not,” she agreed. A shot showed a close-up of one of the invading soldiers. The armour was scaled, and there was an insignia on the soldier’s shoulder. She had seen that writing before. “It’s the Mer. The Mer are invading Tom.”

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

The man standing nearest the screen turned toward me. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with neatly styled dark hair and an attentive expression. “You are from Lake View College, right?” He asked, raising his brows. I blinked, shocked that he knew me. I nodded in confirmation. “Welcome to Team D,” he said, smiling, but his voice was calm and professional. “I'm Daniel Mercer, the team's lead strategist.” He introduced himself. I immediately straightened before responding to him. “It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

The third opens the door and he ducks inside. Mercenary Four: Move! He sees Sashawna and walks over. Mercenary Four: Leave the girl. Sashawna peers at the man, eyes brimming with emotion. Sashawna Reid: I cah leave her here. She will die in dis place with all the snakes and wild animal running round.

He keeps his head bowed, the harsh fluorescent glare of the room catching the scarred plating of his shoulder armor as he takes a slow, deliberate breath. He reveals that the rogue army has completely abandoned Dawn Mercer after learning of his plan to destroy the entire province with dark magic. The confession hangs heavily in the chilled air, exposing the rot at the core of the syndicate's leadership and the terrifying realization that Mercer's madness had finally crossed a line his own mercenaries refused to follow.

His tunic was now slightly unbuttoned, revealing the top of his chest. “I was wondering,” my voice was far too loud, far too loud for the overwhelming silence surrounding us, but it immediately grabbed both men’s attention, “if there’s a good book to read, or something that could give me information about you, about the Kingdom, and everything else I should know?” Sicca looked at Nicolais, Nicolais looked at Sicca. “She could start with the collected works?” The collected works sounded like a massive undertaking. Nicolais nodded to Sicca before sending me a small smile.

“You taking over Guccini’s network and making me next in command.” Silence. “Yeah?” His voice comes. My jaw tightens. A new war begins inside me. And I choose. “I’m in.”