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A sip and his phone in his pocket vibrate. The caller ID pulls a wicked smile on his face. On the phone “Zale!” the desperate voice from the other side booms in. “Oh! Mr. Larson!” Zale greets. “Zale, please give my daughter back to me!” he begs. “I thought my ignorance of your calls for the last few days taught you something, guess not!”. “Zale, you can’t hurt her”. “You can kill my dad but I can’t hurt your daughter?” Zale scoffs.

Hunter barked an order and Carter blocked that truck's way not giving him space to speed forward but that truck driver raced and hit Carter's car from behind. "F*ck!" Hunter hissed. "This must be the Alpha King's man. Someone had already snitched that you left the pack," Hunter said. "Carter?" "Yes, Alpha Hunter?" "Keep him blocked but don't get yourself killed," Hunter said. "Yes, Alpha," Carter replied. Hunter threw his phone on Aurora's lap. "Call Rasmus and say RED," Hunter said. Aurora didn't dare question him as she dialed Rasmus' number and he picked up instantly.

" ''She's not just anyone.'' His desperation evident in his voice. ''She's beautiful, smart. She could work for you, live with you.....whatever you want.'' My gun was still raised while he continued, his words tumbling. ''I'll sign anything. I'll put it into writing. Just please.....don't kill me.'' He pleaded. I studied him for a long moment. The trembling in his shoulders, the blood on his face. The way his eyes kept darting from the gun in my hand, my face and over to Dominic, searching for something to hold onto. I felt nothing for him. That was not cruelty, that was how I was built. Mateo had borrowed money from a man who did not lend without expectation. He ignored the clock, the warni

This was the height of it, I could feel my vomit emerging from my intestines, my body wringed with anger and disgust for whoever this caller was. Just when I was about to decline softly, Charlie gave me a sign, his location had been tracked. “Listen here dumb bastard, I don’t actually give a dime about who you are, you’re disgusting, I don’t even know who you are, what do you take me for, a slut? If you’ve had women then way you wanted, this is different dirtbagged scum, you’re stupid for thinking I’d want to even see you” I said in a yell, hanging up the phone right immediately.

It was better to stay like this: no shifting or anything else. *** "Damn it!" Orlando cursed loudly when he opened the gift package containing the corpse of one of his subordinates. Nightroe always had his own way of plugging the gaps he had found. Almost. He had almost broken through the man's defenses, but now it was all for nothing. "You will pay for everything you have ever done in your life!" Again. The anger within Orlando had not subsided. This would never end. Their hostility would never find peace. Nightroe would never change. Just as terrifying as eight years ago.

And that terrified me more than anything. I stared out the window as the light shifted over the city. My father had always said the game was about endurance — whoever could keep their hand steady the longest would win. But he was wrong. It wasn’t about endurance. It was about ruthlessness. And Lucy was ruthless. I needed to think like him, not like me. That’s when my phone rang. I jumped at the sound, expecting Damian, maybe even Schwartz. But it wasn’t either of them. It was Delilah.

They looked ready, and their eyes blackened as their hands gripped tightly onto their rifles. "TO THE END ALPHA!" A warrior shouted out. That's when there was an eruption of howling, so loud, it vibrated my ear drums and brought goosebumps to my skin. I haven't heard howling like this since Alpha Zeus died. "NOW," Damian lifted his rifle over his shoulder and barred his canines out, "LETS GET OUR LUNA BACK." .... The plan was simple, was just something you would say to your squad to keep their hopes up, but in reality, you were unsure if you were going to make it.

I wasn't one who cowered down and allowed people to treat me like shit. Unfortunately, I wasn't a match. There’s no way I could go up against the trained warriors from the dreaded Devil Claw Wolfpack. Rumor had it that death was a common factor in their training. The few who survived were counted warriors. That was probably the reason they were undefeatable. It was rare for rogues to attack them since no sane rogue would dare go near their pack lands. My father's pleas sounded loud like bells in my ears . But then, the devil incarnate who called himself a Beta that was acting in place of his Alpha wasn't willing to listen to him.

Like the last threads of his control were fraying right in front of me. “I hate him,” he growled, voice low and guttural. “Using you like this. Using us. Turning something that started as my choice into his fucking game.” His hands were rough as they stripped away the last of my clothes, shoving me down onto the mattress. I went willingly, heart hammering. The new dose made every touch feel electric, every point of contact feeding straight into the link. Callan loomed over me, still half-dressed in his sweatpants, chest bare and scarred. The injury that had left him sterile stood out under the low light a permanent reminder of everything he’d lost. He looked wild. Dangerous. On the edge of b

The Geography of Greed "You’re the one who sold the childhood photos to the tabloids," Cassandra said, her voice a "Charming" but "Deceptive" purr. "A 'Ruthless' move, even for a father. But it wasn't enough to break the 'Moral Anchor.' Ethan is still obsessed with her."