Novel & Cerita The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations Novel

I wanted to see that cold, arrogant look vanish in a spray of red. "You're lying," I choked out, though the certainty in my heart was crumbling. "You're lying because you're a coward." "I'm a mercenary," he retorted, his voice rising with a harsh, jagged edge. "I was a plant from the day I walked onto your property. Your family used me against my will for years. It's only fair if I breathe a little air.” He chuckled before continuing. “I dismantled the Mann empire while you were busy falling in love with a ghost. Look at yourself, Kamara. You’re holding a gun you don't know how to use, in a dress that costs more than the men coming to kill you. You’re still a princess playing at being a sold

Aria’s voice cut through our shared telepathic link, her silver eyes flaring with a desperate, fierce clarity from behind her flickering shield. The third mercenary had abandoned his cover, sliding down the icy slope with a long, titanium broadsword raised for a downward execution strike aimed straight at my exposed neck. The wind shrieked once more as the dampening net began to buckle under the raw, expanding volume of my hybrid alpha core, the stage set for a final, bloody extraction in the frozen mud.

Not erased. Stored. The tavern snaps fully back into place. The hearth burns steady. The floorboards solidify. Thomas stands in front of me. Breathing. Alive. The air is wrong. Time is wrong. Something fundamental has shifted. The battlefield does not hum under the floorboards anymore. It sits… elsewhere. Not gone. Archived. Mercy opens her eyes slowly. She inhales sharply. “It failed,” she murmurs. Thomas looks at me, pulse hammering. “You didn’t answer it,” he says.

I yelp in pain, my leg throbbing as I try to push myself up. But before I can, the Hunter is on me. She grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to my feet, her sword at my throat. "Don't move," she hisses, her breath hot against my cheek. I freeze, my heart racing as I stare at the silver blade. This is it. The end. But then ... a rustling in the trees. The Hunter's head snaps to the side, her grip on me faltering. And that's when I see him. Gregory emerges from the trees, his lips curled into a snarl. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he lunges at the Hunter, knocking her to the ground.

The way his eyes sparkled and the beautiful tiny birthmark on his neck. Nicklaus finished his meal and left for the office while I got into my car and zoomed off to the street of New York for some unfinished business. After a long drive, I arrived at a warehouse in the woods. Black Wolf's men stood outside the vicinity, guarding the surroundings. I got out of the car and put on my glasses. I hurriedly matched into the building with his guards opening the door and guiding me through the rooms. A black wolf walked up to me and pecked me on the cheeks. “You came just in time, my lady,” he spoke;

I whisper through gritted teeth. I slam my palm against the scanner and boot up my custom black-and-red root terminal. A waterfall of crimson code floods across the dark monitors, lighting up my face in the shadows. My eyes track the illegal data streams jumping across the territory lines. Lucien took a silver bullet to his shoulder three weeks ago to shield my back from a Blackmoor ambush. He acts like a cold, ruthless monster, but he bled for me. I don't owe any male my loyalty, but I settle my debts.

“I received confirmation this afternoon. Every account, every property, every share. It’s all legally yours now.” Tony’s face broke into a genuine smile. “We actually did it.” “We did.” Catherine raised her glass one more time. “To the second wife who became the only wife. To the spare who became the heir. To the family that everyone underestimated.” Tony raised his glass to meet hers. “And to the step-brother rotting in prison while we enjoy everything that should have been his.” They drank deeply, savoring both the brandy and the victory. Outside the window, the moon hung cold and distant over the estate. Inside, two monsters celebrated in the dark, believing they had won completely.

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

The cold, rushing wind whipped into the office, blowing papers, files, and dust everywhere. I stepped right up to the very edge of the broken window. I kept my arm extended straight out into the freezing night. I was holding him dangling out of the shatt Hands clawed desperately at my arm, scratching deep red lines into my skin. “Noah! Pull me in! Please! I will give you anything you want!” he cried out. His legs kicked wildly over the empty space, and his expensive shoes almost slipped off into the dark. I looked at him dangling there. He was crying and begging like a total coward. I held his entire life in my single hand. If I just opened my fingers, he would fall for a long, long time. I

"We’ll give you everything! All the wealth and power of the Moonstone pack is yours!" Grace added frantically. Listening to them, I couldn't help but laugh. Now they know how to beg? Now they realize my worth? What did they treat me like in my past life? And what exactly do they think can buy my forgiveness now? Kaden had completely lost his mind. He stared at his own distorted body, smelling the cloying scent radiating from his skin—a scent that brought him nothing but utter humiliation.