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He turned to Oman, “No audience. The rest of the race is private!” He announced. The crowd was crestfallen when they heard that but they were glad at least they watched a part of it. Challenging the butte has never been publicized to the audience, the ones who challenged the butte were the rich and members of big clans and families. Also the amount paid for the butte to be activated much less prepared could feed the entire slums of a continent. Who was able to move such an amount of money only to challenge something you won’t win. In the end, they left the arena.

Deborah had that same suspicious look as she asked me. Jessamine turned to me, raising her eyebrows while waiting for my answer. “Did Jessamine tell you about my father, only showing up at my grandmother’s wake?” I asked her. When she nodded, I continued, “Well... he’s someone really difficult to please, always expecting much from me... but you see, I’m Aiden, the untamed son, not taking things seriously, so he kind of kicked me out. Before leaving, I asked him for money and promised him I’d make myself a millionaire out of it in a year.”

“Then we follow it. Quietly. I don’t want the media, I don’t want my board, and I definitely don’t want the syndicate knowing we’re coming.” Ray nodded. “Already planning a black route team. We’ll stay off the radar.” Sean turned away from the window, his voice low and final. “Tell them: If even a strand of Evelyn’s hair is touched… I’ll burn every corner of the underworld that breathes her name.” Ray smirked. “Now that sounds like the grandson of Richard Moreau.” Just then, another encrypted text came through on Sean’s burner phone. No name. No number. Just a blurry photo.

I said. “But you know this is for a good cause. Those kids in Africa or wherever could really use the money,” Emily said. “It’s actually a medical center for kids in Cambodia,” I said. “And I just don’t think I want to go. Trust me, going back to Love Castle is not a good idea, not when I gave Asher a time frame to stay away from me for. Not with the way I left things between us that night,” I said, remembering the talk we had in my apartment.

I looked Ciara dead in the eyes, “Unlike you, I work when I’m bored. I don’t party and spend my money on hangovers and men.” Ciara laughed, “Ouch! But seriously, try applying at Clementine. It's an exclusive club, I assume they'll pay big time there.” I raised a brow. Clementine? “Never heard of it,” I sipped from my coffee. “Well, it's a newly opened bar just near my condo,” I nodded repeatedly, “Hm, okay. I’ll drop by then.” Ciara sipped on her frappe while eyeing me intently, “How was the VIP mission in Russia?”

Ahead lay the Untamed Territories, a sprawling expanse of jagged mountains, dense, lawless forests, and ruins of a civilization that had collapsed before the first pack-bonds were ever etched into the earth. Levi’s Blood-Trackers would be hours behind her, their noses tuned to the scent of a Blackridge Omega. By the time they reached the border, they would find nothing but the acrid, chemical sting of wolfsbane and a dead trail. She was effectively erasing herself from the world.

Isadora developed goosebumps from his laughter. "Gentlemen! This young lady here runs an OnlyFans and thinks she is here because we covet her body. How marvelous!" Isadora began to grow uncomfortable from uncertainty. If it wasn't that, why else is she being kept captive? His voice grew dangerously low, "Woman, you shall serve a much greater… crueler purpose here, your body included, all which will be delivered without mercy." This isn't right. These people here are weird. This isn't how it's supposed to go.

It is a non-aggression pact that prohibits the unauthorized hunting and consumption of other individuals. Even though I have never trusted the law to defend me, the bonus my company offers for coming so far from my usual neighborhood helps me put caution aside. If things go wrong, I'll handle it. Anyway, this isn't the first time I've had to take care of my own safety.

Cassia holds up the papers, pointing to a timestamp in the corner. "PROJECT LUNA was terminated two weeks before the massacre, your parents refused to destroy their research, they were going to sell it." "Stop," I whisper. "You were their experiment," she says quietly, "the prototype, an omega with an alpha's strength, a wolf that could be commanded by anyone who knew the right frequencies, the right words." "That's not true," but even as I say it I'm remembering Dylan's voice, the way my body locked up when he commanded me, the way my wolf submitted without question.