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As long as you know when to duck and when to trade silence for a beam of light. This morning, every line in the map inside my head lit up green. The orange “tester” canister had successfully steered the media toward a minor scandal. Saint Roch was holding its breath, Ana was forced to speak with caution, and the hashtag #GreenFraud continued to hiss online. Meanwhile, my main container, coded DRAGÃO, had been moved to a special truck, ready to depart for the turbine field tonight.

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Isla pov The cold hard floor was the first thing I noticed when I gained consciousness. My head was groggy, the world swimming in and out of focus. My wrist burned, bound tightly by ropes that were cutting into my skin. As I shifted to sit up a wave of pain hit me and I winced. My head throbbed, pounding relentlessly like a drum inside my skull. I blinked several times, trying to clear my blurry vision. It took longer than it should have, but everything finally came into focus, and a surge of panic hit me like a ton of bricks.

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“Now look for the answer to this doubt.” Then a light came on in my head, something that made sense. I began to flip through all the books at my leisure, and the hours flew by. It felt good to be there, with all the knowledge, it didn't make me feel like I was in a strange place. One of the books that caught my attention the most was red with gray. On the cover it said "The Birth of a Second Omega." The title caught my attention.

The dark-haired alpha rolled his eyes and pushed the image away, returning to his own mind, feeling the fury corrode his veins. After having to finally accept it-because he has no choice-he meets this Axe Noir, or rather, they're introduced to each other only to be surprised that he's an omega with some strange caste superiority complex-when he's at the bottom of the pyramid-and a somewhat twisted sense of courtesy filled with cynical smiles and sweetly poisonous words. Nothing can go well for him. He just has to wait for the wedding and then, with all authority, entrust that omega to a life as lonely and silent as possible, as it must be. Yes, that's what he would do. Erwin had no plans to

As soon as he’d entered town, that had been the first place he had sought out. A shooting range. Tucked securely somewhere in a black neighborhood, GREZZO offered its service to anyone as long as they paid the yearly subscription fee and signed the NDA. The warm décor would sway anyone who wasn’t familiar with this peculiar shooting range. Gunshots echoed somewhere inside the building. Barely concealed by the lead walls, were bloodcurdling shrieks and brays of animals. Unperturbed by the unusual sounds, he strolled to his locker. It held his earmuffs and his Glock. He had specifically requested for a Glock. And with the way things were going, he might, one day, be forced to sneak it out GREZ

"I'm looking forward to that." The line went dead before Georgina could get another word out. She tried calling again, but Maddox wouldn't pick up. The bastard was ignoring her. Fisting a bunch of her hair, Georgina screamed. Why did every little bit of her life have to be so difficult? What crime had she committed in her past life that had been so dreadful, that the moon goddess took pleasure in punishing her? Georgina had asked herself these questions over and over again, and she'd discovered long ago that she would never get answers. All she had was her survival, and there was no length she wouldn't go to ensure it.

My strides were long, purposeful, and heavy with the irritation simmering beneath my skin. The grand double doors opened, and the chill of the mansion’s air conditioning hit me as I entered. The marbled floors gleamed beneath the chandelier light, polished so perfectly I could see my own reflection in them. A place I’d grown up in, a place that should’ve felt like home, yet every time I walked inside, all I felt was suffocation. The first person I saw was Gideon, Marcus’s most loyal dog, standing stiffly outside the office door like some kind of silent sentry. His broad shoulders were squared, his expression carefully blank, but I caught the flicker of tension in his jaw when our eyes met.

My brain processes the survival statistics seriously for a brief moment, and my tongue says, "Otherwise, the layout tracks as way too dangerous for his alpha vessel to be trapped up there completely alone. Your claws would be able to protect his life if your frame was standing by his side." "Does your mind honestly expect my legs to walk up this entire giant mountain on foot?" My eyes glance all around our empty surroundings. The territory tracks as completely secluded, and there is absolute zero sign of a fresh vehicle on the ice. "What specific grudge does Roger Goldstein hold against Ada Lube's ledger? Is there some kind of ancient blood feud running between their lines? If that data trac