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Lia stared at the screen, heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her ribs. "Blocking me won't work, sweetheart. We need to talk. Tomorrow. The Onyx Club. 8 PM. Don't make me come find you." The Onyx Club. Lia had heard whispers about that place. Underground casino and club downtown. Where rich people went to do illegal things. Drugs. Gambling. Worse. She'd never been there. I would never go there. Except now Caspian was telling her to show up. She should ignore it.

I know it was the dead of the night but there should have still been a couple of guards patrolling and the fact that Xavier wasn't in the room meant that there was something to attend to. For the life of me, I couldn't find my phone so I couldn't even think to call him. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep again, not knowing that a greater danger was waiting for me. By the time I had drifted to the Dreamworld, I found myself at a party. I knew I was at a pack but I just didn't know what pack. It was a small celebration with bright lights hanging from pole to pole, a small band playing up front, a table of food and drinks to the side and a seating of not less than thirty to fifty people.

" Sean asked in disbelief. "I think so. They said that if I need them, we can call them. So, I guess, yeah?" he said "Why don't you try it now?" Jax said "Right, call them." Myron said excitedly. "Oy, they are busy for sure. But I will try to reach Galax for Dom. Also, I heard there's a meteor shower tonight." Kian said. Dom nodded smiling. "Yes, there is at exactly midnight. I'm going to my favorite spot to watch it." Dom said happily and Kian smiled at him.

9 – and be ready to become part of the darkness. The hour is upon us, brave one. Our power is strong and our purpose is clear. We await your presence at the stroke of midnight for a chance to embrace the night and embrace a new power unlike anything you've ever experienced before. Come and walk the bridge, take a breath of the forbidden air, and join us in our private gathering. When: 9 P.M to 12 P.M Where: Beyond the Glass Bridge, The Coven's Base ╰────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╯

Dante said calmly, adjusting the cuff of his shirt, “we host it.” Victor blinked. “Sir?” Dante’s gaze was cold. “We flush him out.” Aruna understood instantly. “You’re going public.” Dante met her eyes. “Yes.” Her pulse quickened. Public meant exposure. Public meant power plays in daylight. Public meant risk. “What’s the event?” she asked. Dante’s lips curved slightly. “The annual Syndicate Summit.” Victor froze. “That’s two days from now.” “Then we move it to tomorrow night.” Silence.

Probably because I have spent most of my time locked away inside the mansion, and the few times I had stepped out, it had always been during the day—never when the wolves come alive under the moon. The drive back from Ophelia's shrine is too quiet. The only interruptions being the occasional gentle squeezes Shawn gives my hand whenever he senses my thoughts drifting too far. I keep replaying Ophelia’s words in my head, turning them over like fragile glass, afraid they might shatter if I examine them too closely. “The howls,” I say suddenly, breaking the silence… and my thoughts. “I’ve never noticed them before.” “Yes. That’s because the forests surrounding the Monteal estate are private prop

CHAPTER 52 The Storm Queen’s Birthday July 19th, 2029 – Hot Springs National Park, midnight I am eighteen today. The sky knows it. Lightning keeps writing my name in violet across the clouds like it’s proud of me. Remy planned everything (of course he did). He blindfolded me at dusk, drove me up the mountain in his beat-up truck with the coyote sticker on the dash, and told me if I peeked he’d make Kayo sing karaoke for punishment.

Vincent had been the first guest on that show, and his quiet, genuine words about my character had done more for my public image than a million press releases could have. She’d been running that before my kidnapping. I owed Belle more than I could ever repay. "Now," Grace said, swiping to a new screen. "The official launch event for Green Valley Phase One." "Where are we on that?" "The event is confirmed for the twenty-eighth of next month. We've secured the Grand Atrium at the Crescent Harbour Convention Centre. It is the same venue we used for the investor gala last year, but we've booked the entire east wing this time. Capacity for eight hundred guests."

Even that light touch made me moan softly. Just then, the door opened, and two masked attendants entered as usual, carrying trays of oils, toys, and fresh lingerie. “Master Damien has arranged something special for you tonight,” one said with a sultry smile. “The Obsidian Vault. The deepest level of the Midnight Club. Only the most devoted pets are invited there.” My pulse quickened with excitement rather than fear.

“Didn’t think you’d remember with... everything else going on.” “Don’t start,” I warned. He raised his hands. “Hey, just saying. You’ve had your plate full.” I ignored that, leaning back. “When’s it supposed to be?” “Two weeks from now. The invites already went out. Four packs confirmed attendance.” “Four?” I repeated. “Which ones?” “The Red Claw, Silver Fang, Moon Dust, and... The Blood Serpents.” I groaned. “Great. Just who I needed.” Felix smirked. “Oh come on, Alpha. You know you love the competition.”