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Alpha Qillalon couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat.He might be physically present at the meeting, but his mind is elsewhere. The idea of Vesper walking around the Citadel Manor after the injury she got passed through his mind like a dark cloud. He is anxious, and he wants to leave the conference room as soon as possible, but he knows that it is impossible as a new problem arises in the manor.The attack on Alpha Hercule had reached the Citadel Headquarters and the majority of the Elders voted to send Alpha Barkus to oversee the perimeter check and also the security inside the manor.The tasks were directly handled by Alpha Qillalon and Alpha Zane respectively.It is a slap in their ego to have another Alpha check their work, yet it is Elder Mauritius who loathes it more, as the council of Elder’s attention is back to him and to the original issue of dead Omegas.Alpha Barkus’s existence in the Citadel manor also brings a threat to Vesper’s secret. Her presence will surely be a huge
In the conference room, Alpha Hercule hurriedly returned to the digital room to get an idea of what was taken. On the other hand, Alpha Mercimer volunteered to check Delta Greg’s condition and ensure Alpha Hercule that Delta would get the best care the infirmary could provide.While Alpha Cain and Alpha Zane gave a summary of the reports they received from various wolves to Elder Mauritius.“What had gotten into her this time?” He voiced out his concern while glancing at Alpha Zane, whose head had been lowered ever since they heard that the attack was Eleanor’s doing.“It's my fault…” Alpha Zane uttered.Soon they heard the door open. “—No it's not,” Velmont intervened.Elder Mauritius squinted his eyes, “What are you doing here?” He asked eagerly.Velmont closes the door, “It's about Eleanor. She’s been corrupted by the entity that tried to possess Hercule.” He stated while taking a seat at the far end of the table.Alpha Zane rose from his seat. “What do you mean?” He asked in conc
“VOTORUM!” Gertrude exclaimed with certainty. She was proud of herself for identifying the entity quicker than she expected. “What?” Alpha Hercule asks eagerly.“Wish granter, that’s the entity inside Eleanor.” She declared in confidence. “... And that’s a good thing because?” He questioned in bewilderment. “It means it cannot access Eleanor’s memory and its creator could only see limited things through the creature's eyes,” she explains. “Does that mean even Eleanor had access to the file she needed to physically give the thumb drive to the member of the Black Order?” He figures.She nods. “Exactly. That means if Vesper could play her cards correctly she could stop Eleanor from delivering data to the Black Order.” She remarked as she slowly rose from her seat.She extended her hand to pull Alpha Hercule from his cowering position. He held her hand and got up from the cold floor.“How exactly will she play her cards?” He muttered in curiosity.Gertrude narrowed her eyes, “The entit
Alpha Qillalon held Vesper gently. Sadness grips him as he can’t find any sign of life on his mate.He could feel the warmth on her skin slowly dissipate.Her nails and skin turned purple.He was drowning in the sea of sadness when suddenly he heard a familiar voice in his head. “Qillalon, do you trust me?” Quillion Van Kirk asks his son via a mental link. His voice is stern and commanding. Alpha Qillalon's brows furrowed as his tears trickled down his face while carefully hugging his bloodied mate, brains scattered on the windshield on skull fragments pierced in the passenger seat.He sniffed deeply while calming his tense nerves, “Of course I do.” He answered in a gloomy tone. Quilliuon grunted, “Eleanor lost consciousness, you should bring her back to the Citadel manor so Gertrude Fallis could remove the entity that possessed her. I’ll take care of Vesper. I’ll drive her to town.” He says.Alpha Qillalon gasped in confusion, “Town? But she needs medical attention only Citadel Man
As the sun slowly settled down and the night took charge, casting the world in deep shadows, Quillion Van Kirk’s black Volvo sped through the winding roads toward the distant town, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a blade. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, the low hum of the engine the only sound that filled the vehicle’s interior. Beside him, in the passenger seat, Vesper’s body slumped, her body resting in the front passenger seat, purple-colored nails and pale skin. The remnants of her injuries—brutal and fatal—were still fresh in the surrounding air. Vesper’s pulse was still as silent as a calm sea, though the shattered remnants of her skull and missing brain told a different story. Her clothes were soaked in dried blood that had already stuck to her skin.Her once-pale skin was mottled with bruises, cuts, and burns from the silver bullets that had torn through her. The violent confrontation with Eleanor had left her on the brink of death, a corpse in all but n
In a distant facility in the heart of Pennsylvania.The stone halls of the hidden structure were shrouded in shadow as the Headmaster received the message he had been waiting for—for a very long time.“We have the Regen Project within grasp. The entity had it in his hands…” Jacques smirked proudly. “Or should I say it's in the bird's claws... No worries Headmaster, it will be here in no time.” He uttered playfully.The Headmaster, an ancient figure whose very presence emanated power, used all his remaining strength to sit on his bed.“I can’t wait to have it on my hands. Hurry and order someone to meet the entity halfway.” He demanded urgently. Jacques nodded and hurriedly motioned to the personnel guarding the Headmaster’s room to send someone out. Mustering all the strength he had, the Headmaster removed the IVs on his hand and rose from the bed that had been his haven for several years. He limply made his way to the floor-to-ceiling window.The darkness outside made his reflection
In the sterile, dimly lit room in the Citadel’s infirmary, it felt heavier with each passing minute. The scent of antiseptic was sharp in the air, but it did nothing to mask the oppressive silence that filled the space. Alpha Zane stood beside the bed where his wife, Eleanor, lay unconscious, her fragile form surrounded by the flickering light of the candle nearby. The normally fierce and proud woman, whose presence could command a room, now looked utterly vulnerable. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and the haunting remnants of the entity’s possession clung to her like a dark shadow.Alpha Zane had not left her side since she had returned to the manor. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. His hands were gripped tightly on the edge of the bed, his knuckles white. His mind replayed every moment of their fractured relationship—every harsh word, every hurtful action—and now, the consequences of his decisions seemed to echo in his chest like a crushing weight."I should've never rejecte
The Citadel is still in disarray. With the news of Vesper's death, it spread like wildfire.Her Omega friends can't help but wonder how safe they are in the Citadel, as Vesper is not just an ordinary Omega like them, she's an Alpha's mate, and yet she died.Another issue is the flash drive and the attack in the digital room. An incident all Alphas are trying their best to keep the news at bay.Alpha Hercule's pack is still running diagnostic reports to ensure no virus was left on the system and as if the manor hadn't had enough.By midnight…The evening had fallen heavily over the Citadel manor, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The towering structures, as ancient as they were imposing, stood still against the darkened sky, but there was a buzz of urgency and fear in the air. The usually composed servants and guards of the Citadel moved swiftly, whispering among themselves in hushed voices as if the very air around them had been tainted by something ominous.Alpha Barkus’s
Without any destination in mind, Vesper continued her voyage on the long and dark road. Abruptly she stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a drowning ominous darkness in the wind. Her black frizzy hair flew in her face, obscuring the sight ahead. In her unfocused gaze, she saw a vision of Alpha Qillalon’s tense look. “Qilli,” she whispered in the wind with fear in her voice. Anxiety slowly crawled on her flesh as if foretelling an incoming disturbance in the balance and the hair at the back of her neck began to rise. She fixed her hair and the vision was gone.She clenched her chest and felt her heart leap out of her mouth. “Something’s wrong.” She uttered.Without hesitation, she removes the ring from her forefinger. In the blink of an eye, she returned to her real self— a century-old vampire with old blood. Pure black obsidian murderous eyes that had seen two world wars. Rosy cheeks.Red lips.Jet black shiny bouncy long hair.Skin as white as snow.Soon a pair of black feathe
Alpha Barkus stared at Beta Lisara's dead body. The anger, dismay, and disappointment in him are still eminent. “Get her body out of my sight. Make sure to burn her with all her things. A traitor doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” He demanded as he opened a metal-link message and sent a report to Elder Gilgamesh.Hearing his report, the Elder feels outraged by the Black Orders' nerve to infiltrate the Citadel.“Recheck everything Lisara handled. All the barricades. The packs she oversees. Make sure they are not traitors.” The Elder pointed out. His voice was cold, stern, and commanding.“Yes, Elder.” Alpha Barkus replied and then closed the mental link. He spun around and stared at one of his Delta. “You!” He pointed to a skinny wolf from his pack.Delta Dreyfus stepped forward trembling. He could see the Alphas' mood was fluctuating. “Yes, Alpha!?” he uttered with caution.Alpha Barkus stared at him from head to foot. The Alpha could hear his heart pounding loudly, he had been glanci
In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight.Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile. The journey was far from over. The land and air transportation might have been guarded against them, with the Citadel Headquarters wolf packs blocking every known route to their heavily fortified stronghold, Citadel Manor.However, the Headmaster had long anticipated this. For years, he had been gathering fragments of knowledge, piecing together the hidden truths about the Citadel’s def
Vesper walked through the mist, her shoes made a soft crunching sound on the gravel path.The wind blew wildly, tinged with dew, but what caught her attention was the inviting aroma the air brought her way. She swiveled her head and saw it was hovering from a small roadside diner up ahead.She stopped dead in her tracks and slightly tilted her head in curiosity.She sniffed the air deeply. Her eyes dilated and her lips curled up in excitement.The smell of bacon, sausage, pancakes, and waffles. The scents swirled together in a harmony that tugged at something deep inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years.Her stomach growled. The sound startled her, raw and unfamiliar, like a ghost from a past life. Hunger. Real hunger. Not the gnawing thirst of fresh blood from still pulsating veins she’d come to know so well, the one that had made her an outsider to the simpler joys of life. This was something... different. Something human.She could feel saliva starting to build up in her mout
In Alpha Qillalon’s room…The room was dark, cloaked in a soft amber glow cast by flickering sconces on the stone walls. Dust motes swirled lazily in the stale air, disturbed by Quillion's first breath in what felt like an eternity.His eyes fluttered open, their sharp silver irises gleaming like molten steel as they adjusted to the half-light. His body felt heavy and stiff as if the days of slumber had left an echo of time in his bones. But the moment of disorientation was brief; his instincts flared to life with a sharp clarity.He pushed himself upright, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. The silken robes over his frame shimmered faintly with the runes woven into their fabric. His gaze swept the chamber, a silent predator assessing his domain. The room bore the mark of his legacy—tapestries of battles long past, shelves of ancient tomes, and an ornate staff resting in its cradle near the grand window. But there was one glaring absence."Qilli..." he whispered, his voic
Vesper resumed her journey to her unknown destination. She’s not even sure what got into her when she asks Carmilla and Elijah to join her in the fight she's uncertain of attending. She clenched her aching chest and lowered her head. She could no longer bear the longing, “May…be… I do care for him and genuinely like him…” She whispered in the air. The coldness of the wind seemed to remind her of her lonesome life.Mindlessly she found herself in front of the saloon again. She spun around and made a beeline for the opposite side, but there was a nagging feeling in her urging her to see Baltazar one last time. She moved her feet back to the saloon’s direction as she smiled faintly. When she entered, the three young vampires were still there talking to Baltazar as if asking for more information about her.Their eyes met, and the young vampires immediately left the place. Almost stumbling on the floor, the door, and the cold pavement outside. She could hear the loud pounding of their h
In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the mano
The headlights of the black truck cut through the deepening dusk as Rico and his friends drove Vesper. They followed the winding dirt road to the ranch. Memories surged into her with every mile. Soon they reached the entrance of the ranch. "You can drop me on the arch," Vesper demanded with a cold, menacing voice.Rico slammed the break immediately, as he was eager to get her out of the car. She stepped out of the front passenger seat.She closed the door with great strength, and it made the whole car shake and the window glass shattered instantly.The 3 young vampires gasped in fright. They thought the car would roll down the road."Why is she so strong?" Rico asks via a mental link to his friends.Ron gulps down slowly. "Don't ask me, dude. You're the one who said we could have fun with her because she smells like a newly turned vampire. No new vampire has eyes like hers." He replied in fear. He could feel cold sweat forming on his back.While Jericho remains silent as he pees hims
The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann