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The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

“The brother of Hope.” The prosecutor nodded. “Mr. Blackwood, what did you feel when you discovered Elias was your son with Cecilia and hope too and theyre alive?” Adrian stared ahead. For the first time, the powerful businessman looked completely broken. “I felt like I was living in a nightmare.” “Why?”

Chapter Twenty-four [At work on the high walls] When Rhoda mentions Jesus Christ as the one Lord and God who saves the world, their eyes widen in amazement. They couldn't perceive the missionary's message accurately unless something tangible could be experienced in their lives during times of need and suffering. When a two-and-a-half-year-old boy named Robert, son of Rhoda and Rudolf, saw his playmates approaching, he ran to them and eagerly told them about what Jesus Christ had done for him and his father when they were sick and suffering in excruciating pains.

He bowed to Leslie and Julian, panting heavily. “Master Blackwood…Master Blackwood…” “What is it, Stone? Spit it out!” Julian's heart raced for some unknown reason. “We've found your brother, sir.”

Facing the elders, I cleared my throat. “To what do I owe such an urgent meeting.” “We pledge our homage to the Alpha.” Elder Marcus greeted as he began. “We each received an anonymous note, stating that your brother Alec Blackwood has returned. And true to the note, he lives for he sits with us. So Alpha, we have come to ask, why did you bring back news to us that he had died.” I sat, motionless, eyes roaming around the room. Their faces held confusion and needed answers. I titled my head back at Alec who sat like the whole world was below him.

Other than Ziad Powell, everyone else was shocked and in disbelief. 'It doesn't matter whether I'm here or not. Can you come back and treat my brother? They don't believe me.' Cassie shrugged, looking helpless. 'Who dares not to believe you? You are the pro-disciple of I, Black Brown, and you are so smart. I feel lucky when you mention my name... Wait, your brother? Are you from the James family?' Black Brown naturally knew of the James family, which was very famous in the Caliva city.

It was a single, devastating word. BLACKWOOD. Elena stood up, her long black hair swaying with the movement. Dante Blackwood. The King of the North. The man who had been her father’s shadow and Grant’s greatest rival. "He’s back," she whispered. "He’s not just back," Marcus replied. "He’s hunting in our woods." Elena walked to the window, looking down at the city lights. Grant thought he was losing a wife. He had no idea he had just become the bait in a war between two gods.

Was Christian suggesting something far darker than I’d imagined? He was the smartest man I knew, so when he said something, I didn’t question it. And right now, he was saying that Michael’s accident felt… off. Mr. Blackwood’s jaw clenched as he stepped toward him. “I thought Michael was the bitter one,” he snapped, “But it turns out you’re just the same. Saying something like that while your brother’s fighting for his life, it’s cruel.” He didn’t wait for a response. With a harsh shake of his head, he turned and walked away, leaving the three of us in heavy silence.

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

So he is tough when he needs to be. On the other hand, in Italy, Adil is panicking, and so are Bosco and Natasha. Sylvester Russo is Bosco's elder brother and Tasha's father. The Russos are not the top-tier family, but they are still well off. It's only Bosco who is good for nothing. "If my brother finds out about this, he will skin me alive," Bosco muttered, fearing the inevitable. Natasha is scared, too. She knows the reputation of Xavier. So she knows that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.