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My wolf is pacing inside me, itching for a fight, but I know we have to play this smart. As we pass through the VIP section, I catch snippets of conversation—talk of trades, deals being made in the shadows. It’s all so fucking dirty, and it makes me sick. But this is the world Zane’s built for himself. And now, I’m going to tear it down. We slip back into the crowd, waiting for the signal to move. But in my mind, there’s only one thing left to do: end this, once and for all. Zane doesn’t know it yet, but his time is up. And I’m going to be the one to make sure he pays for everything he’s done….

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Chapter 25 ZENIOS was a village in the heart of Nirvana. Although people in their pack seemed normal, there was something about them that would give away what they truly were. When Lawrence parked the truck a few meters away from the biggest house in the village, Izzy carried Miss Elizabeth's crate. I hopped out, but when I saw Lawrence opened the door for Nimpha, my heart suddenly felt... jealous. My shoulders became heavy and a shallow sigh left my lips when I remembered Roam.

“Oh, it’s nothing really.” At that moment, the sales associate turned to me. “And you, miss? You are…” It was as if James had only then remembered I existed. “She came with us. Pick something out, too, Tess,” he said. Before I could reply, the sales associate exclaimed in awe, “Wow, sir, you sure are generous to your household staff. You’re incredible!” The store fell into an awkward silence. I didn’t even flinch. I simply kept tapping away on my phone, finishing the emails I’d been drafting.

“I heard there’s trouble in Callum-and-Biancaland.” I rolled my eyes, huffed, and put the book back on the shelf. I walked away, but Zane hurried around the stack and stepped in my path before I could get far. “You’re not happy?” he whispered. He placed his hand on the shelf next to us, effectively blocking me from walking around him. “I thought you’d be thrilled that they’re finally. You know.” He made a cutting motion across his neck with his free hand and stuck his tongue out like he was dead.

For a moment, the tension of the day melted away, replaced by a quiet certainty that they could face whatever came next. Mark’s Gambit In his office, Mark made a call, his voice low and deliberate. “It’s time,” he said. “Move the remaining shares into position and prepare for the next phase.” He ended the call, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. Because some battles aren’t fought in the open—and the most dangerous moves are the ones no one sees coming.

I cry out. Zane pushes away from me and mutters weakly, "I am sorry baby, but I am never leaving you again. In fact, I will find a way to our a tracker in you," he says, nodding to himself as if he has just done me a favor. A wave of dizziness hits me and I close my eyes. I don't know how but I find myself sleeping again. ** ***ZANE'S POV*** The moment I discover that London has zoned out on me, I place a kiss on her wrapped head, leaving the room.

I push my hands into my pockets. He widens his eyes. "No. No." "A life for a life." I smile at him. "It's either today, tomorrow, or never. Times given has been enough." I pull my right hand out of my pocket to brush my hair with it as I turn to look out at the city, though the large window. "You shouldn't be unlucky to loose two things. The money you want so much and the life you've got only one to live." I swallow. "I'll get the girl at the end of it all. I have my ways." I take two step forward and admire the city further. "So think properly. Have your own ways and save those two precious things."

' I ignored them and turned to Maddie, crouched in the front row. "Maddie, help me." She glanced at the shaking ceiling, then at Tristan's hand locked around my wrist. No hesitation. She grabbed the heaviest textbook on the desk and slammed it into his arm. Tristan yelped and finally let go. I ripped my hand free. A dark purple bruise already circled my wrist, with tiny streaks of blood breaking through the skin. He'd been dead set on trapping me in that classroom. "Kayla! Maddie! Are you both insane?" Tristan clutched his reddening arm and glared at us. "I told you the triangle zone is safest. Why won't you listen? You're seriously going to jump?"

Noticing that my scent carried a heavy, frustrated vibration, Elizabeth had extended an invitation to navigate the trade market that weekend to allow my mind to detach from the pressure. Elizabeth, whose temperament rarely authorized her tongue to converse with outsiders, had suddenly initiated this outing, leaving my wolf structurally unable to decline the gesture. Compared to the hyper-elite sectors of Seacisco, the central trading bazaars within the Barnes Citadel were far more accessible and deeply tied to the rugged terrain. During pack holidays and even standard weekends, the territory masters would authorize all manner of tribal festivals and trade events across the pavilions. The exa