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Instead, he pulled me further into the gathering. I could feel someone’s gaze burning into me, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. The weight of their stare was unsettling, but I kept my arm linked with Marcus’s, staying close to him as he continued to brief me. “That’s Alpha Reddington,” he said, nodding toward a stern-looking man in a navy blue suit. “You can talk to him, but keep it formal. Over there is Luna Greer. Avoid her at all costs she has a reputation for being nosy and causing trouble. and its the last thing we want at least not until when you strike”I haven't told Marcus my plan or what Xander is going to do but, he is tying his best to help.

I could tell that he was going to do anything to kill me off this time and there wasn't enough room for me to escape his reach. When my back hits the wall, I feel something like a stud that hits me, making me flinch in the process. I would have fully reacted to it until I suddenly recall what it is. "I won't ask you to surrender yourself this time around. I'm going to take you in myself. Only if I don't feel the sudden urge to have a taste of your blood for what you did to my warrior," Gamma Connor threatens, his voice oozing a lot that I couldn't even pinpoint.

I had been dressed in a transparent gown that left nothing to the imaginations of these men. “Twenty billion dollars,” a man announced, exuding dominance. Our eyes jammed and shivers ran down my spine. He stared at the blonde, dragging her off the stage. “Sold to Elder Hud!” The auctioneer banged his gavel. My heart drummed in my chest. As, her pleading filled my eye drums. “Take her to the car,” Alpha Hud instructed, handing his key to one of his guards. " Well, the rest of you would be taken in by the Brawstom Pack, as the largest pack in Greenvile, they require more slaves to work in there castle. If you can cooperate with them, then your freedom would be assured" the auctioneer announced

"Just like your wife must have done. That's why we couldn't get the job done." Raphael Winters. Drug addict, petty thief, and a man with the brain the size of groundnuts. I smiled, then hit him again. He had been in their getaway car, a few yards from the estate waiting for his second. Ready to kidnap my wife away from me. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. When it came to things like an attack on one of my buildings, or in this case, the estate itself, I allowed my men like Jackson to handle it.

Third person's POV In the werewolf world, different packs have their own territories and complex interpersonal relationships. A large pack like the Red Moon Pack, with its Alpha holding an extremely high status, any conflict with him could trigger a series of chain reactions. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Marsh retorted. Zander was clearly pretending to be unconscious! As the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, Zander couldn't be that weak. Even if he couldn't shift in that situation, he wouldn't have been knocked out by Alpha Marsh.

He walked back to bed, leaving me alone with the glow of the screen and the taste of victory sitting on my tongue. The next morning, I wore red. Red meant war. I met Cole and Jasper in a small warehouse on the edge of town. We used the place for deals before. Dirty ones. Today, it was for something bigger. “She’s rattled,” I said, pacing in front of them. “But not broken. We need to press harder.” Cole leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “We almost had her last night.” “Almost isn’t good enough,” I snapped. “She had backup,” Jasper added. “That guy, Xavier. He’s always around now.”

The alternate version of Thane was not much different from the Thane of Mira's universe. His eyes were empty, no sparkle or sign of happiness, just a forlorn gaze. He had failed too. He had failed everyone. His pack who trusted him, and his sister. Alexa had manipulated him, and he had fallen for it, almost costing his sister her life. Now, he spent every second of his life seeking redemption, and awaiting the battle call to fight and defeat Alexa, or die trying.

I said, “then maybe we can end this without destroying him.” Lucas’s gaze darkened. “And if you’re wrong?” “Then I’ll face him myself,” I said, voice steady. “Not as a witch. Not as a soldier. As the human who taught his light how to sing.” That night, I dreamed again. But this time, I wasn’t alone. I felt him there — not looming, not hunting, just listening. And when I sang, he didn’t try to silence me. He sang back. A single note, low and rough, barely there. But it was enough. Because even gods dream of redemption.

"Name’s Red. Real name's Felix, but he dyed his hair in college and never looked back. He deals in secrets." She gave me a look. "And we trust him?" "No. But he trusts me." Red lived in an old arcade that hadn’t been open since before the pack wars. He kept the lights on and the machines working because it made him feel powerful. Like he ran his own little kingdom of ghosts. He saw us coming on his security cams and unlocked the gate with a loud buzz. "Nora Ainsley. The storm-chaser herself. And look at this! Luna on the run! Your taste in guests has gotten way more interesting."

“Perfect.” After shrugging the gown off, I went back to my room in Issy’s house and took a quick shower. After showering and doing my little skincare, I glance at the time on my phone and noticed it was already past 6. Shit. I needed to be fast. Opening up the makeup box I‘d stolen from Issy’s closet, I started on my makeup. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I picked up the little accessories I still had, making sure to wear the rose gold pendant dad bought me for my 18th birthday. Finally done with my last minutes touches, I shrug on my gown and slip into the red bottom Loboutin heels I stole from Issy.