Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zane smiles as he says, “I don’t need you to take it off, here lie down and close your eyes.”

But he said nothing instead, he held me tight in his arms and rested his head against my chest. I could feel the intse pressure of his wolf pressing hard against his skin, his rapid heartbeat, the way his breath. Rushed against my skin. I gulped hard, clearing my throat as I slowly wrapped my arms around him. I needed him to understand the truth I had kept from him for too long. “Zane…” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you have any idea why I wear the mask of Ash? Why I let Magnus leash me like I'm his fucking pet wolf?”

Zane steps inside. He’s drenched in rainwater, hands tied in front of his body. His forearms and neck are smeared with blood, green swirled with red. Some of it trickles slowly down his temple, where it mats his thick hair. Just below, a deep cut dissects his right cheekbone. He’s wearing a black shirt and black pants, which makes it impossible to tell whether he was injured in any vital spot. I can’t believe he came alone. After what he said about his mother, he made the same mistake. He’s so outnumbered, even he can’t make it out of this.

Wong and the others kept speaking in Chinese, getting the guards frustrated. Naevia sees this and reaches for her little headset. She clicks it and says, pretending to be done with her makeup, "They are distracted. You can make your move now." She faces the van and sees it coming open. Zane steps out, dressed in a waiter's outfit and with a fake moustache on his face. He glances at Naevia's direction and smirks at her. Naevia smiled back at Zane, facing a different direction, just in case someone was watching her.

I open my eyes and see that we’re already outside. And in front of us are two masked men with bottles of alcohol in their hands. Their shock seems to pin them to the spot. Zane gently puts me down, and before anyone can react, he tackles one man to the ground. The other one runs fast and leaves his companion pinned under Zane. “Help!” the man screams, thrashing around. He tries to break a bottle over Zane’s head. “Fuck you!” But Zane grabs it with his burned hand and arm, tossing it away from us where it can’t catch any flames.

“How do you know that?” Zane’s jaw tensed, but the expression in his eyes betrayed him—haunted, flickering with something unspoken. For a second, the cold mask cracked. And there it was. A glimpse of the man underneath the billionaire armor. “Because I’ve had them,” Zane said finally. Quiet. Honest. I stared, stunned into silence. I hadn’t expected that. Not from him. Then, like a switch flipped, Zane’s face hardened again. He shifted away, the moment slipping like smoke between them.

I had taken a job inside a foam animal costume because staying invisible felt safer than being seen. "You do not know what he is capable of," I said. "He does not know what we are capable of," Gavin said, without turning from the window. "That is a much larger problem. For him." Zane's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. His jaw tightened. He answered it on the second ring and said nothing, only listened. I watched his face change. Whatever expression lived behind the charm and behind the cold, this was the thing underneath that. Pure, contained violence wearing a very thin suit.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.