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The heavy rain outside beat against the windows of the study, its rhythmic pounding creating an atmosphere of confinement, as though the storm mirrored the turmoil within Alpha Qillalon. The dark wood panel in his room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced on the walls, reflecting the unspoken weight of his worry.“Why haven’t they answered our calls?” He asks himself as he paces back and forth in his room.He tried to reach his father and Vesper to no avail. The same goes for Velmont and Gertrude. They even try to call Tony, Vesper’s blood donor, but he, too, is not answering—a thing that the detectives find alarming, as Tony always has his phone in his hands.It had been more than 48 hours since the incident and none of them heard anything from Vesper, Tony, and his father. Gertrude advises him to sleep it out, but he can’t. The sight of Vesper’s head blown in half, barely hanging on her neck, was not a sight he had ever dreamed of seeing. He wanted to leave and find them, bu
In a distant town of Cordova...The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting the countryside in hues of deep indigo and shadow. The young boy's parents were worriedly looking for their missing son. The distant howls of coyotes echoed in the stillness as Helena and Robert trudged through the tall grass, lanterns in hand. The light from the flame flickered, barely enough to cut through the encroaching darkness."Jacob!" Helena called out to her son, her voice hoarse from hours of yelling. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of exhaustion and panic."He's probably just wandered off again," Robert said, trying to keep his tone steady, though his clenched jaw betrayed him. "You know how boys are."Helena shot him a glance, her worry etched into every line of her face. "Not this far, Robert. Not this late."Their boots crunched over dry leaves and twigs as they neared the edge of the property. The old barn loomed ahead, its silhouette jagged and broken against the night sky. Once a
In Citadel Manor’s Omegas Chambers…In the dead of night.The night air was cold and heavy and it matched the silence of the Omegas gathered around the fireplace. The grief in their hearts weighed them down.Everyone has a telltale sign of sadness in them. One has her hand clasping her chest. The other clenched the hem of her dress. The other can't help but blame the person that did it. "I knew it. I saw it in my eyes... That... That woman won't stop at anything till she takes Alpha Qillalon back," Emily yelled internally. The burning firewood twinkled faintly, their light reflecting off their grieving faces. At the center of the gathering stood a wooden table, holding a framed photo of Vesper from her application as an Omega to Citadel, frozen in time. Her faint smile, pallid face, and neutral expression in her eyes were forever lost in her untimely death. Around her picture, unlit candles were arranged in a delicate circle.Each person held a candle close, their hands trembling with
As Alpha Zane took an indefinite leave to take care of his wife, Eleanor, Alpha Cain stepped up to take half of the guard duties inside the Citadel manor, while Alpha Barkus took charge of Alpha Zane’s admin tasks.With that Alpha Cain proceeds to station his Deltas in the first-floor hallway.“Delta Dimitry?” Delta Sevy hummed in concern. There was a pressing idea in his mind that he tried to suppress but couldn’t, and it made his mind terrified just by imagining it.“What?” Delta Dimitry asks casually, expecting a normal conversation with his fellow Delta.Delta Sevy starts fidgeting. It shows obvious signs that it's an uncomfortable topic.“Hey, what is it? Is something bothering you?” Delta Dimitry questioned with more gravitas in his tone. Delta Sevy breathes out heavily, “I’ve been thinking…" He giggled awkwardly. "That... That... There's a possibility that we’ve been possessed without us knowing, and… it's us who killed those Omegas?” Delta Sevy remarks. His hands trembling in
As the night progresses, Quillion, with the help of Gertrude Fallis, undergoes a hibernation spell to conserve his strength while waiting for Vesper’s toxin to subside.“He’ll wake up on his own, once his body can heal himself,” Gertrude explains while lighting an incense to speed up Quillion’s journey to dreamland. Alpha Qillalon stared intensely at the witch. His face was unreadable, “He… My father… told me about the Blood Oath…” He paused and let his words sink in. Gertrude's movements were put to a halt. The coldness in the Alpha's tone didn’t go unnoticed. She narrowed her gaze but stayed silent.“... Is there a way to break it…” He added that he would rather take rejection and the possibility of death than a forced bond with his fated mate.Gertrude frowned and moved away from the Alpha. She fixed her gaze on the heavy rain now–no more than a sprinkle. She wished something could be done.She sighs deeply. “I’m afraid there’s no way to do that.” He grunted. The urge to look for
As Velmont shared the information about the missing infants, Elder Mauritius’ face contorted in rage. “It’s not 100% that it's the Black Order…”“—It's them Velmont…” The Elder confirms. Soon he ended the call and sent a mental link message for all the Alpha in the manor to meet him in the conference room. CONCURRENTLY…In the distant town of Cordova.The room was cloaked in an unnatural stillness, the kind that pressed against the skin and whispered in the back of the mind. Robert stirred first, his head pounding as if his skull had been used as a drum. He groaned, blinking against the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Beside him, his wife, Helena, shifted under the covers, her breathing shallow and uneven.Something was wrong.Robert sat up abruptly, the motion sending a wave of nausea crashing over him. The room looked just as it always had—the faint floral wallpaper Helena loved, the antique clock on the dresser ticking softly, and the faint creak of the old wood b
By daybreak, Alpha Barkus had departed Citadel Manor to report to Citadel Headquarters.By midday, he reached the towering Citadel Headquarters disguised as the leading pharmaceutical company in the United States. It discreetly loomed over the city like a fortress from another age, its steel and glass facade gleaming coldly under the pale midday sun. Inside was a normal corporate office with the air thick with tension as the staff moved briskly through the halls, their expressions grim but not due to the news about the Black Order.The reason is the Citadel pharmaceutical side annual audit.On the 76th floor is a huge conference room with thick walls, a vast room dominated by holographic displays, and an imposing central table where the most critical decisions are made.Alpha Barkus, a seasoned field huntsman wearing his matching black suit and tie, entered the conference room with a purposeful stride. His scarred face and piercing eyes spoke of countless battles fought and survived.
Alpha Qillalon hurriedly left the Citadel premises and headed to the last place Vesper was spotted.After hours of endless travel on the unpaved rough road. He reached the abandoned building.The place was hidden by tall trees and grass. The structure was barely standing, its walls weathered and tilted, vines creeping over the edges like fingers of time reclaiming its prize. The vicinity was quiet, except for the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. His sharp gaze swept the path ahead, scanning for any sign of movement. He was close—he could feel it. The faintest scent lingered in the air, one that tugged at his memory, though something about it was... wrong.As he turned to the corner, he stopped in his tracks. A familiar scent caught his attention. A scent that shouldn’t be there.He moved forward and at the end of the other corner, standing a short distance away was Velmont, his broad shoulders tense, his face marred with frustration.Alpha Qillalon’s sharp gaze and intense presence
Several more years had passed in the hidden sanctuary where Vesper and Qillalon lived, far from the prying eyes of the world. The once-vibrant Alpha Qillalon had aged gracefully under Vesper’s care. Though he had grown frail, his spirit remained strong, and his love for Vesper never wavered.Vesper, having regained her strength, devoted herself entirely to Qillalon. She hunted food for him when his body grew too weak, shared stories of their past battles, and held his hand as they watched the moon rise together.“Don’t I sicken you? I’m an old man now… You’re kissing an old man.” He said playfully, but Vesper understood the pain in his words.She shook her head, “I would never feel that way. For me, you are as handsome as the day I saw you.”He chuckles lightly, “I’m going to die soon. I can feel it.” He uttered in a weak voice. Fear gnawing deeply in him. He doesn't want to leave her alone.She held his hand tightly, assuring him everything would be fine.He winces in pain. Age had ca
The 76th-floor council hall of the Citadel headquarters was packed, its towering stone walls echoing with murmurs of anticipation. The trial of Elder Mauritius had drawn every faction of wolves aligned with the Citadel. Accused of breaking the rules of the manor, Elder Mauritius stood shackled before the tribunal. His shoulders sagged, but his eyes burned with indignation.Elder Gilgamesh presided over the trial, his voice stern and authoritative as he listed Mauritius's alleged crimes. "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of allowing vampires and even old blood to enter the Citadel Manor. Do you deny these charges?" he questioned.Elder Mauritius met his gaze calmly. "No."Elder John sighs, "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of conspiring with the Black Order and betraying the Citadel. Do you deny these charges?"Elder Mauritius's eyes widened in shock but calmly replied, "I do. And I suspect you know the truth, Elder."The crowd gasped, but before Elder Gilgamesh could retort, Elde
The devastating battle in the Citadel manor had ended.It only lasted several hours but the damage and death were massive.500 Hunters. 50 Vampires.100 Werewolves.Gone—all because of a selfish act of a man.The Citadel had claimed victory against the Black Order. The battle had been hard-fought, leaving scars on the land and on those who survived. Yet, despite their triumph, the shadow of the Headmaster lingered. His escape was a bitter reminder that their work was far from done.As the Citadel forces returned to their manor, their celebration was muted by somber news. Among the fallen were two names that carried weight and legend: Vesper, the vampire of Old Blood, and Alpha Qillalon, the purest of wolves. The message spread like wildfire, shaking the Citadel’s ranks and casting a pall over their supposed victory.Despite the help the vampires provided in the war, their objectives were questioned by the Elders in the Headquarters and not only them but also Elder Mauritius.“How co
Quillion and Velmont trudged through the garden, their faces contorted with disgust at the grotesque scene before them. Blood smeared the marble statues, the ground soaked in blood. The white benches were painted red and the air reeked of decay.Velmont gagged, clutching his stomach, while Quillion steadied himself, his sharp senses catching a lingering trace of his son’s scent."They went this way," Quillion growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. Without waiting for Velmont, he dashed toward the Flatlands, where the scent grew stronger with each step.When he arrived, chaos unfolded before him. Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were locked in a fierce battle inside the vehicle with the Headmaster and his hunters. Both looked exhausted. Alpha Qillalon's fur turned red with mixed blood on his flesh.Vesper looked unkempt and as the wind blew in Quillion’s direction, he could smell her burnt skin.The Headmaster shrouded in a dark aura, unleashed devastating attacks, his sinister laughter echoin
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and despair, but for Alpha Qillalon, everything else faded when Vesper fell. Her crumpled form lay amidst the smoldering ruins, her obsidian eyes turned lifeless by poison. A guttural roar erupted from his chest, shaking the air as rage consumed him. He dropped to his knees, trembling, but it wasn’t sorrow that overtook him—it was fury.His thunderous growl echoed in the Citadel estate. Quillion’s heart pounded when he heard it. “What was that?” Velmont asks as they make their way to the second floor.“That’s my son. He sounded devastated,” Quillion explains.Velmont swallowed slowly, a knife twisting in his gut. “Vesper,” he mumbled as they continued their voyage to the garden.Outside…Alpha Qillalon, shifted to his wolf form. Bones cracked and stretched, muscles rippled, and his human visage gave way to the majestic and terrifying shape of a wolf. His fur, once streaked with silver, now gleamed a pure, unbroken white, as if reflecting the i
Vesper and Alpha Qillalon returned to the manor, the air thick with the scent of battle. The Black Order pressed against their defenses, relentless in their assault. This time, their goal was clear: to keep the enemy away from the digital room, where critical intelligence lay vulnerable.Vesper’s sharp claws gleamed as she fought alongside Alpha Qillalon, who was flaunting his majestic, powerful wolf form. Their movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Every strike, every step was a testament to their bond, forged in the crucible of countless battles.“Mate, we’ll hold them here,” Qillalon growled, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “They must not move past us.” He declared himself in danger.Suddenly, a shift in the battlefield drew Vesper’s attention. At the edge of the hedge maze, a figure emerged—the Headmaster, clad in dark robes that seemed to ripple with malevolent energy. He stood with an air of superiority, his cold gaze fixed on Vesper.The Headmaster had been watchi
Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer turned to their wolf form and carried the wounded and injured on their backs. While Alpha Zane remained in his human form, hugging his wife in his arms. He glanced at his fellow Alphas with an apologetic look as he couldn't offer help with the wounded.Alpha Cain, Mercimer, and Qillalon understood and did not comment on it.The other wolves and vampires help each other out. As they headed to the barracks, Vesper noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. It's Balthazar carrying Jolly on his back while helping Evie to walk.She hid her wings and descended beside him. “Balthazar,” she called out, her voice sorrowful but her eyes expressing death and murder. He stopped walking and so did Evie, “Vesper,” she uttered and gave her a hug. Without a care that her eyes were obsidian black. “They destroyed everything.” She cried out.Vesper shook her head, “They didn’t. As long as we can fight, we can always rebuild a home stronger than the first.” She says with cert
Alpha Zane pushed forward, his heart pounding in sync with the surrounding chaos. The metallic zest of blood filled the air, mixing with the thick smoke from the fires. His claws extended further, his wolf clawing at the edges of his control, demanding to be let loose.As he maneuvered through the battleground, Alpha Zane caught sight of two towering figures in the distance. Through the haze, he recognized Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer, their forms lit by the flickering flames.Alpha Cain, a mountain of muscle and fury, slashed through the hunters with his claws, his movements precise and deadly. The hunter's thick armor prevented his sharp claws from wounding them, but his strength was more than enough to damage their suits.His growls rumbled like thunder, each swing of his arm sending hunters flying, dying upon impact. Beside him, Alpha Mercimer fought with a controlled ferocity, his blade slicing through the air with an elegance that belied the brutality of the situation.The two
Alpha Zane blinked his eyes open, the world around him a blurred whirlwind of chaos and fire. His head throbbed painfully, his ears ringing from the deafening blast that had thrown him across the hedge maze. Smoke clung to the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and burning wood.“They pushed and cornered us in the hedge maze,” he mumbled. His sharp gaze quickly focused on the devastation unfolding before him. The barricade was breached. The armored vehicle and the tank advanced unconcerned that there were bodies on the ground and some of them were still alive.He saw one of his Delta reaching out to him. His eyes pleaded, but before the Alpha could extend his arm to save his Delta, the armored car ran him over. The Delta’s blood sprays on the Alpha's face.Soon, the hunters swarmed through the breach like a relentless tide, their weapons barking with deadly precision.Wolves howled in pain as they fell, and even the agile vampires couldn’t escape the merciless onslaught. Bodi