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With a couple of sharp cracks, his arms were instantly dislocated, and his cries echoed throughout the private room, drowned out by the noise outside. I kicked him hard in the chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, crying out in pain. With a click, I turned on the light and finally saw the man’s face. "Evan Blackwood?" The man in front of me was none other than Evan Blackwood, Dominic Blackwood's cousin. I had seen him a few times at family gatherings, so he was hard to forget. Dominic had handed over the management of a cosmetics company under the Blackwood family to Evan, considering that his mother was Dominic's aunt. However, Evan was not cut out for business and preferred a life of i

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

Finally, I swung my blazing cobalt glare back in Talon's direction. "The mother of my heir remains out here in these blasted wilds...alone, unguarded, and subject to any fresh violation these beasts can muster from their mangy hides." I snapped my fangs inches from the rogue's cowering, bloodied face, eliciting a piteous whine of pure distress from the wretch. "But they soon shall learn that I, Gabriel Blackwood, will kill all insects in my way!" Just then I heard a howl and the sweet pheromones hit my nose.

Better than watching Zac self-destruct, or worse, seeing Evangeline unleash her fury on Blackwood Industries and ending up in a bloody, pointless war that only has one outcome… we die. I run my hand through my hair, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. The data Cukier’s painstakingly compiled is overwhelming: Blackwood Industries' complex web of shell corporations, their suspiciously timed acquisitions of high-tech weaponry companies, the meticulously crafted lies they feed to the public. It's a tapestry of deceit woven with enough threads to choke a dragon, but finding the right one to pull… the one that will unravel the whole damn thing… that’s the challenge.

“Calderon Global needs to die with Gavin. We’ll rebuild on truth, not secrets.” Claire looked at him, her heart full. “Then let’s burn the old world down.” A City’s Reckoning The Blackwood Tower had always stood as a symbol of power, wealth, and ruthless efficiency. But today, its lobby felt different—less like the heart of a corporate empire and more like a war memorial. Cameras clicked. Reporters clamored. Questions flew like arrows. “Mr. Blackwood! Did you know what Gavin Calderon was doing behind the scenes?”

“I have reason to believe that that Gamma is still alive. And there’s a chance he’s the one leading this new organized rogue faction.” Mason swore again. “That Gamma’s name is Pierce.” “…oh no,” muttered Mason. “What is it?” I asked. “She mentioned a wolf there. Said his name was Pierce. From Blackwood.” I closed my eyes. “Mason,” I said quietly. “Blackwood was disbanded years ago.” Another silence. This one hung heavy. And then he whispered, “Shit.” I turned back to the table, staring at the manifest like it might change. “Do you know anyone nearby? Someone we could call?”

I watched as the metal warped, the vows of eternal love melting into meaningless slag. Ash. The next day, I arrived at the Sterling Covenant office right on time. We had only just opened, but we'd already had inquiries from a few smaller packs. "Morning, Hazel," Lydia greeted me excitedly. "Guess what? We've got a big fish on the line!" "What kind of big fish?" I asked, setting down my briefcase and taking the coffee she offered. "The Blackwood family," Lydia whispered, her eyes wide with something close to reverence. "One of the founding families of New Moon City. Their patriarch, Rhys Blackwood… they call him the Lion of New Moon City. One of the last true Arch-Alphas. A living legend."

Operation Blackwood. Her father had mentioned it once, in passing. She’d assumed it was some internal government initiative from his time in the intelligence sector. But as she read deeper into the dossier, the lines between personal vendettas and political warfare blurred. This wasn’t just a corporate conspiracy – it was generational. “Damon’s family. Mine. Celeste’s Whitmore family. Vincent. They’re all woven into this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She traced one name again and again throughout the documents—

Instead, I nodded, silently urging him to continue. He paced a slow circle, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the tension radiating from him like heat. “Blackwood Enterprises is under attack. Competitors, media, even insiders… They’re trying to take me down. And if they find out about us, about you, it’ll be the perfect leverage.” The weight of his words hit me harder than I expected. I had known Dominic’s world was complicated, but this was another level entirely. I wasn’t sure I was ready to be part of it.

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.