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He tried turning back but Wilkes stopped him immediately. “That dude from the room opposite ours. He's stalking us.” Instinctively, Harold turned back to look at him but regretted it immediately. In the room, he hadn't been able to see Wade's face as clearly as he did now. Wade's lips were burnt with excessive smoking, his eyes were yellowish like someone that had a severe case of Apollo, his veins ran along his face like the wires of a faulty machine and generally, he looked… dangerous. “Idiot!” Wilkes said to Harold. “You shouldn't have looked back. Now he most likely knows that we know he is stalking us.”

Not a virgin. Nicolai mind linked to his brother still not taking his eyes of her exhausted face. "Yeah... as expected." Vincent looked at him and kissed her inner thigh. "What if she still wants that person... I mean she won't remember him now right... but if she remembers him then?..." Nicolai's jaw clenched. "Simple... Kill that filth and tie our little mate to our bed, forever..." He threw a sinister smile and Nicolai chuckled at his thoughts. "Come on kitten... You need a shower now..."

That was why he could not touch Alexei, no matter what. But that did not mean he could not do anything. Willy pointed his gun at the Range Rover's rear view mirror and immediately pulled the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang! The gunshots echoed in the air, and the noise shook Alexei as he quickly stepped on the brakes. Willy chuckled coldly when he saw how timid Alexei was. Then, he pointed his gun toward Tina. He was going to pull the trigger and send her to Hell, to get this job over with.

The large wooden door opened, drawing Collin out of his thoughts as he focused on what was happening in front of him. The door slammed shut and Nicolas turned to look in the direction where Collin and Sebastian were waiting. He nodded, which was the signal for them to attack. Collin gave the order and all around the villa, he could see wolves descending and climbing over the walls. Collin and his father pushed off and ran straight to Nicolas’s side where they simply burst through the heavy wooden door.

Precise. She injected something into Colton’s neck. He spasmed. Then stilled. Dead. The woman looked up at the camera. Pulled down her hood. It was the ex-fiancée. Her lips moved slow, deliberate. Nolan zoomed in, enhancing the frame. We read the words together. **“One down. Two to go.”** My blood turned to ice. Damien swore softly beside me. Because now we knew - Viper wasn’t working alone.

"What's the problem?" "I heard Desi when she fell in the pit. I was asleep but her scream was crystal clear." Vorlyk stared at him for several seconds. "Do me a favor and close your eyes." It took Nicolas a few seconds but finally he did. "What are you feeling?" "I'm not sure. What should I be feeling?" "Open your eyes." Nicolas looked into the depths of the vampire's eyes as they turned amber. Vorlyk didn't appear angry, just confused. Then vampire fangs flashed with his smile.

Like they were both trying to rewind time by performing something ordinary. Vivienne finally broke the silence. “You think he’ll be charged?” Isolde didn’t answer at first. She looked down at the newspaper on the table. “VELVET FALLS. INSIDE THE ELITE SEXUAL UNDERWORLD.” Below the headline was a photograph of Dorian being escorted into a black car, unsmiling, composed. “They’re still deciding,” Isolde said. Vivienne stirred her tea. “He covered for you.” “Yes.”

Chapter 80 Nicolas POV The news had spread like wildfire. The whole kingdom-human and wolf alike-buzzed with the same headline: "Heiress of the Levites, Viona Nobel, wanted for murder!" I sat stiffly in the back seat of my car, the tablet in my hands replaying the news broadcast again and again. Each time, the same sickening footage flashed across the screen-Viona standing with Sally near the forbidden forest wall, then a jump cut to the grisly image of Sally's corpse strung upside down.

“I will wake you in time. For now, you and your friend should go to a long, long sleep.” But before I fell asleep, I saw her dial on her phone and then I heard her talk. “It’s just as we predicted. I could still see the disgusting traces which Nickolas Voroncova had left here in the doctor’s office. He got here before me. Block all his routes if you must. The top priority is to stop him from reporting to His Majesty.” Violet glanced at me and caught me staring. She playfully strokes my cheek although her pretty face became dim when she added, “If he refuses to surrender, kill him.”

But an old, quiet operational room—half-light, half-shadow, filled with dormant terminals and unfinished code structures that looked like they had been abandoned mid-thought. Nikolai Varel was already there. Waiting. Not surprised. Not even standing defensively. Just… present. Like he had already calculated this moment long before she arrived. “You came,” he said simply. Lena stopped a few meters away from him. “No more calls,” she said. “No more messages. No more games.” A faint expression crossed his face—not amusement, not surprise. Recognition. “You’re louder in person,” Nikolai said. Lena’s voice sharpened. “Tell me the truth about Project VESPER.”