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Aria’s voice cut through our shared telepathic link, her silver eyes flaring with a desperate, fierce clarity from behind her flickering shield. The third mercenary had abandoned his cover, sliding down the icy slope with a long, titanium broadsword raised for a downward execution strike aimed straight at my exposed neck. The wind shrieked once more as the dampening net began to buckle under the raw, expanding volume of my hybrid alpha core, the stage set for a final, bloody extraction in the frozen mud.

Dane studied her a long moment, old grief and bitter calculation both moving behind his weathered face, and Elena watched him arrive, slowly, at the same conclusion Ashe had reached weeks before — that whatever loyalty remained to a man who'd built his entire two-year plan on the assumption she was already dead, it wasn't worth the price her capture had just made him weigh so plainly. "Fifty-eight men when I last had accurate count," he said finally, the words dragging out of him with visible reluctance. "Three mercenary captains, hired through intermediaries in the lower city rather than direct Ravenswood recruitment. Marcus intends to move within the fortnight, once his own forces finish m

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

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

SERAPHINA’S POV ‘The Hand in the Dark’ The air in the room instantly turned to ice. Lucian stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light from the corridor. He looked like a storm held together by sheer force of will, his tie loosened, his dark hair slightly disheveled, but his posture as imposing and unyielding as granite. In his left hand, he held a sleek black document folder. In his right, a compact signal jamming device that blinked with a single, ominous red light.

Drykator gestured to both men, pointing to his ears as they pricked up from the voices he could hear, Drago and Dontain trying to hear the whispers in the room just ahead let out breaths they didn’t realise they were holding. “I can’t believe Divine Victory has tried to escape Terribor through a passage-way which he designed himself, won't get far mind their outnumbered '' the mercenary snorted . “I'm gonna rally the troops I brought a hundred and eleven mercenaries with me from Ruis Thillis and I want every one of them to have a taste of action” Horror filled Drykator. Divine Victory is together? Fleeing Reinhold? How can this be? Slipping round Drago, he whispered to Dontain

- Aoi asked, pointing to the frozen armies of vampires, wizards and sorceresses. If the two brothers, one from the light and other from the darkness, are already reconciled, it will be much easier to stop the battle.- Miyuki replied as surely as if she sincerely believed in this and no other turn of events. - Since you say so, I have no reason to disbelieve it.- Kai admitted, looking at her with a kind of humility, as if he were looking at his leader and the most important oracle.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

I began speaking into the receiver in a scarily calm voice. "Ms. Lindell, this is Terence. I'm at Erudite International School. In ten minutes, come and settle your family's mess." The moment I finished speaking, Wendy and Zachary looked at each other before breaking out into laughter. "Hahaha! He's insane! How can he be so confident? I can't believe he's still putting on this act!" Wendy could barely stand straight with how hard she was laughing.

Ezekial asks like he doesn’t quite believe it. “And started the War. Hence why you agreed her life was forfeit to us.” Aeron states. “And yet, she is your mate.” Elder Mab says. “A happy coincidence.” Cain murmurs. A few of the table smirk. Ezekial stares at me and I wince under his gaze. “You have killed a Wolf and a Mutt girl.” He states. “Both instances in self-defence.” Cain growls. “She’s human. You can hardly take her to be the aggressor.” Aeron adds.