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But before his senses can register the pain and decipher what it is, his vision blacks out, and he loses the ability to feel pain forever. The moment Lucien's fist smashed into his waist, Asher died! Bang! His body flies and crashes in front of the other experts, and the ground immediately cracks and dips in as a deep crater forms on it. Asher's corpse is twisted all over, and his bones appear broken everywhere. His eyes are wide open but he is no longer breathing! Just as Lucien said a few minutes ago, he indeed relieved the earth from seeing Asher's ugly face ever again! He never fails to fulfill any word that comes out of his mouth!

As far as Laura was concerned, Asher was her target, and no sort of sh*t would stop her from completing her task. She took a short glance at her, turned her back, and climbed majestically into the blue Maybach parked on the other side of the road, totally feigning Estella’s existence. "Bitch!" Laura sighed and relaxed on the chair properly, took off the recorder, and played the dating course, again and again, to get any valuable items from his discussion while the car drove her to her destination, Ace’s House. Watson Grimes Estate, Nathan’s House Walking back and forth in the room, Ashely held her breath and sighed harshly, wondering where those two men had gone. She had been left for about

Trainwreck. This was a trainwreck. Asher had tears in his eyes as he gazed away from Lia. Lia who was a child king in her childhood was stumped at this development. She did nothing. It was a big mistake. She just entered the room and she tripped over a wire. Unfortunately, that wire was placed behind the card tower made by the kid. And it collapsed gorgeously. It all happened in slow motion. It was enthralling like the dominoes falling. And at the same time, Asher was about to cry.

"If it’s about Luxe business, I’m sure I can stay—" "It’s not," I interrupted sharply. "Lauren, could you give us a minute?" Warren said with an awkward smile. Her eyes narrowed, but she slid off the desk and brushed past me, the faint scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. When the door clicked shut, Warren rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. She’s been… needing help adjusting." I didn’t respond. I just took a breath and said, "It’s Ashley. Fred’s fiancée. She’s missing."

He glanced over to Ashley's door before he walked out of the living room after he picked up his car keys from the center table. ***** Asher pulled over in front of an abandoned warehouse in a remote area. The atmosphere was as quiet as a graveyard with no single soul around. He stepped out of the car and boldly walked into the warehouse. "Boss... This way," Lucas bowed slightly to him before he led the way while Asher trailed behind him. They finally arrived at the store room and Lucas unlocked the big padlock that was used to lock the door, revealing a young lady in her late twenties, tied to a chair, and a man in his late thirties, tied to a chair beside her. Their mouths were sealed with

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

Her fingertips traced the ugly scar on my chest then the one on my side across the gunshot wound that had nearly taken me from her. Her expression sobered. “How did this really happen, Lucian? I don’t believe the story Asher told me.” I caught her wrist gently, kissed the inside of it. “You don’t want to know the real story, baby.” She searched my eyes. “Hit me with it anyway.” I exhaled slowly, thumb brushing over her cheek. “Asher was kidnapped.” ********* SEINNA POV The words did not make sense at first, and for a few seconds I simply stared at Lucian, waiting for him to correct himself or say something that would make the sentence less terrifying.

Now. 'Consider it done.' Asher replied, and I could feel his dread through the mate-bond. He wanted this war as much as I did--not at all. This war was a necessity. This pack--our entire species was being threatened. There was only one way to eradicate a threat like this. To cut the head off the source--my Father. 'Where are you, Lola? You can't stay there any longer. I need you here, baby. I need you to come home.' 'I miss you so much.' I whispered, feeling a featherlight caress through the mate-bond. "I'm at an abandoned Macy's Warehouse in Screven, South Carolina. Just off Morgan street."

The words shattered Asher in ways fists never could. The grip Asher had on Luca’s shirt was trembling, his knuckles white, his breathing jagged. He wanted to push him away, to make him pay, but his body betrayed him, leaning closer instead of pulling back. His forehead almost brushed Luca’s chest, and that scent, familiar, expensive, home, seared through him like a cruel reminder of everything he’d lost. “You ruined me,” Asher rasped, voice breaking as hot tears stung his eyes. “You killed me long before you killed them.”

“Because I’m a woman, Reese. And I’m telling you, this has Lauren’s handwriting all over it. She was playing the long game. No one would suspect the ‘victim’ who barely survived the crash.” “Lizzie has a point,” Roman chimed in. Savannah’s soft breathing was audible in the background. “Lauren is unhinged, but lunatics like her are often the best strategists. This wasn’t impulsive. This was calculated.” I glanced at the now-dark television screen. Earlier, images of the wrecked Porsche convertible had flashed across it—twisted metal, shattered glass, emergency lights painting the Florida highway in reds and blues. It still felt surreal. Penelope, my ex, was dead. Gone.