The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge
A massive, soundproofed stateroom with mahogany paneling, a ceiling that mimicked a starry night sky, and a floor-to-ceiling panoramic window that looked out into the crushing blackness of the ocean depths.
Underwater, Jack’s combat instincts whispered. Submersible mode.
He tried to swing his legs out of bed, but a sudden, searing weight on his right side stopped him.
He looked down.
His right arm—the Cursed Arm—was no longer wrapped in Ben’s makeshift dirty bandages. It was encased in a sleek, transparent sleeve of medical-grade polymer. Inside the sleeve, the arm looked terrifying. The skin was entirely jet black, like obsidian, but beneath the surface, veins pulsed with a slow, rhythmic v
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