Third Person’s POV


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    Velda wasn’t the type to just roll over and die. In her mind, being a homeless rogue was still a hell of a lot better than being a cold


    corpse.


    As long as she was still breathing, she believed she’d get a chance to show her fangs again.


    f the Northern Kingdom didn’t have a ce for her, some other territory would.


    the just had to stay mean and stay alive.


    Trik stared at her like she was tall


    What good is memorizing an


    ave sixty or seventy elit


    You won’t be alon


    Irik’s breath


    <b>Since </b>I‘


    ess


    u have any idea how many soldiers the Western Tribe brought? Hundreds! They in there as a lone wolf to bust you out isn’t a rescue–it’s a suicide mission.”


    ng into a smirk. “ckthorn will clear the way for you.”


    find a way to make them demand Alpha Zander from Lycan Erasmus as a sacrifice to end this n her eyes.


    to sit back and watch Zander be sent to his death. They’ll strike to save him. All you have to do is


    about? How could you possibly


    Oke Zander? What are you going to do?”


    ook of pure contempt.


    about that. Just get me out. Aft


    Elie has nothing to do with you.”


    long, shaky breath.


    do it. I won’t<b>.” </b>


    You never forgot


    words


    d, I still changed my confession to save your skin<b>, </b><b>Don’t </b>you <b>think </b>you


    Westerners?


    ier isn’t getting away clean either. He has to be taken


    what <b>you </b><b>owe</b>, or not?


    by the wastem tribe withheel


    9:12 am PP


    Ulrik looked at the she–wolf in horror. She was spiraling into madness.


    “Things are already this bad, and you still want to drag an innocent man like Zander into the dirt?”


    “Of course! Do you expect me to just wait for the noose?”


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    Velda shoved her swollen, tortured ws through the bars, counting them off one by one in front of his face. Her expression was


    demonic.


    “I’m rotting in this hole, and I still told them everything was Zander’s idea! I only changed it because you got dragged in, you coward! If you don’t save me, you’re a total loser. You didn’t just betray Adide–you betrayed me!”


    Her words ripped right through Ulrik’s defenses, tearing at his oldest scars.


    He copsed onto the floor, face ashen, his lips trembling as he stared at her, unable to find his voice.


    Meanwhile, in the study of the ckthorn estate, things were just as tense.


    It was past midnight, but agents wereing and going in a constant stream.


    Caldwell, Craig, and Prune were all there.


    More importantly, Klein–the man who kept every high–ranking wolf on edge–had just arrived in the capital and made his way to


    the estate.


    The second he stepped through the door, his terrifying aura hit the room like a massive storm cloud.


    His arrival caught Craig and Prune off guard.


    They were top–tier fighters in the capital, but they were nothingpared to Klein.


    Besides, they had been hiding out in the city to avoid him for a long time; they knew a reckoning wasing.


    The scene in the study was bizarre.


    Klein and Caldwell were sitting on expensive leather sofas, calmly sipping ck tea.


    Beside them, Craig and Prune stood trembling, heads bowed in total submission.


    Tommy spoke up, trying to hide a smirk.


    “Latest update on the Silverlights: their omegas are secretly moving cash, antiques, and crystals out of the city.”


    Caldwell rubbed his chin. “Looks like Alpha Howell is prepping his getaway”


    Tommy hesitated. “Do we send <b>assassins </b>to take them out on the road?”


    Even with his growing reputation, Caldwell stayed humble in front of Klein.


    “What’s your take, sir?”


    A calcting, cold light shed in Klein’s eyes.


    “Where else is Howell going to go besides Hudson City? Send our best men to tail them. Once they hit the wilderness, I want every 3


    and get him to crawl into Hudson City as a pauper. And once he’s there…..


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    <strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.