-Alex’s POV-
The m of the car door echoed in the tense silence, a punctuation mark to the infuriating exchange that
had just transpired. Amaya and Ivan were gone, their taillights disappearing into the night like a fading dream. My fists clenched, ws digging into my p
of the bombing boiled over, a primal rage that
threatened to consume me whole.
“That was intense,” Miranda drawled, her voice dripping with her usual brand of morbid amusement as she followed me back into the house.
Lignored her. Every muscle in my body felt coiled tight, ready to spring. “So,” She continued, her voiceced with a sly curiosity, “care to share what that
My jaw clenched tighter. “Leave me alone, Miranda.”
Her smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of genuine worry recing the usual mischief in her eyes. But it was fleeting. She recovered quickly, her li
I scoffed. Fiancée. The only thing that wore was a title. I would keep her long enough to fuck her senseless because that was
the only thing we could agree on but I’d never marry her. We would bepanions perhaps forever in our shared loneliness and hate.
Pushing past the pang of anger, I focused on the present. “This has nothing to do with you, Miranda. Stay out of it.”
“Oh, but it does,” she countered, her voice losing its yful edge. “You’re about to dere war on my brother’s pack, and for all I know this might be a wa
I snapped. The simmering rage I’d been holding in check finally erupted. “Shut your mouth!” I roared, my voiceced with a dangerous edge. “This isn’t a
Miranda flinched at my outburst, but to
her credit, she didn’t back down. She squared her shoulders, her gaze meeting mine defiantly. “How do you n to strike
back, then? With a bunch of angry speeches and brooding stares? Becausest I checked, a war is won with more than just righteous fury.”
Tignored her barb. My mind was already racing, formting a n. The bomb had been a calcted move, a brutal disy of dominance meant to intim
pack.
The first order of business: intel. I needed to know everything about Stone’s defenses, his pack’s movements, his whereabouts. Every detail, every chink
his armor, would be exploited. Vargas would be useful here. Despite his annoying self–
importance, he possessed a cunning mind and awork of informants that could prove invaluable.
Once I had a clear picture, then came the strike. It wouldn’t be a frontal assault, a bloody sh of fangs and ws. No, that was a game expected, a gam
would be swift, surgical, a strike that would cripple his power base and leave him vulnerable even though all my wolf wanted to do was tear him to pieces
“I have a n,” I finally growled, the wordsced with a steely resolve.
StoneN?velDrama.Org is the owner.
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticismy flickering in her eyes. “Oh really? And what exactly is this brilliant n of yours? Because it has
been three days since the bombing and all you have done is shift, growl and growl more.”
I smirked, a cold and predatory smile that sent shivers down her spine, even I could tell. “Let’s just say Daniel Stone will be receiving a little… surprise. A
The details of the n remained unsaid, a secret weapon I wouldn’t
reveal until the moment of execution. But the image of the devastation I would unleash on Stone’s territory, the fear it would instill in his pack, brought a s
“This isn’t going to end well, Alex,” She said, her voice softer now,ced with a hint of concern. “There will be casualties on both sides.“”
Her tone caught me off guard for a moment, like she actually cared about what would happen. I knew she was right. War was a brutal
game with no winners, only survivors. But the thought of backing down, of letting Stone get away with his attack, was unthinkable. It wasn’t just about rev
“There will be casualties,” I acknowledged, my voice low and gravelly. “But if I don’t act, there will be more. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but St
this is about protecting my pack.”
She studied me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine and I almost backed away from the intensity of her gaze. She looked normal, not like the m
actually capable of caring.
“Alright,” she finally said, a sigh escaping her
lips. “I have always loved an interesting battle. I live for drama and chaos. You know that even though it’s going to be against my brother who has been n
to find me.”
My surprise must have shown on my face because she barked out augh, a humorless sound thatcked its usual falseness. “Don’t worry. I am still goi
shade at your ex love. Just… try not to get yourself killed, alright?”
A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my lips. For the first time, it felt like we were capable of having a normal conversation, “I’ll do my
best.”
We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air. The tension slowly eased, reced by a fragile understandin
don’t burn the whole damn forest down, okay?”
With a final pointed look, she turned and headed towards her
room. I watched her go, a knot of unase tightening in my stomach, Whatever the hell had just happened between us sent a wave of dread washing throu
more.
I let out a sigh then picked up my keys heading back out of the house, the cool night air filling my lungs. I was logical on most days. It was why I preferre
My werewolf side made me want tosh out, draw blood and kill everything in my path. It was the way my father raised me, violence the first answer, not
learned habit. This wasn’t just some brawl, this was a war. Daniel Stone would expect me to charge in, fangs bared, but I wasn’t just a mindless beast. T
Sliding into the car, I mmed the door and roared the engine to life. Vargas and I were on shaky ground but a truce had been forged in the face of a big
then… boom.
The smile widened, I hadn’t built it to kill, just to send a message. A loud, clear message. Turning the wheel, I pointed the car towards the facility. It was t
he started all those years ago when the war with Stone first began.
I would embrace the monster my father had tried to create, the monster I’d spent years fighting and then…I was going to kill Daniel Stone.
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