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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
In the heart of Pennsylvania, the Headmaster’s hidden mansion loomed in the dark, an imposing silhouette against the blackened sky. His grand estate with gleaming windows and a well-manicured lawn, appeared to be a friendly structure in the middle of the dark forest where it lies. Little did mundane humans know the castle-like establishment hides gruesome truths.Unknown to outsiders, it is a hushed and eerie compound, secluded from the rest of the world. Hidden behind high stone walls and thick trees, it was a place that seemed untouched by time—its grim secrets buried deep within.Inside, the mansion had been transformed into a sterile, clinical environment. The luxurious halls that once held grand gatherings and aristocratic charm now echoed with the cries of the innocent infants, babies torn from their mothers in the dead of night, delivered to this cold, clinical fortress.The unsuspecting parents drown in sorrow thinking that their babies died due to complications—A much better
Alpha Qillalon provided the list of tasks and perimeter checks for Alpha Barkus, and immediately left the room and announced to his pack that they would take the night off till further notice, as he handed all of his tasks guarding the manor estate to Alpha Barkus and his pack as per the council’s order.As he got into the hallway, Alpha Cain was waiting for him.Alpha Cain gave him a friendly nod and walked alongside him.Shortly, Alpha Cain starts speaking through the mental link, “How are you keeping up?” He asks with a concerned tone.Alpha Qillalon grunted, “I hate when someone takes my tasks away from me.” He answered playfully.Alpha Cain giggled. “Not that…” He paused and lowered his head, “Zane is uneasy. He is worried about you. He wants you to know that he won't object if you punish Eleanor. He also wants you to know that he will take half of whatever punishment you’re about to give to her,” he uttered.Alpha Qillalon stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn’t thought of doing an
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
THE wind was wild and the road was dark and rough. Despite that, it didn't stop the two black armored vehicles from driving hurriedly away from the crowded city. The journey is long and the old Alpha Quillion can’t help but stare at the young girl he promised to protect no matter what. His heart is in the right place and he is willing to carry on the task till they reach the safehouse. Soon their armored vehicle moves to the border of the Gobi desert entering the dangerous and treacherous terrain.Vulnerable to any attack from the blood-hungry hunters of the Black Order, whose main task is to kill the girl with him and everyone around her. The silence of their journey soon ended when the old Alpha heard one of his Beta yell, "Hunters!" while pointing to the various cars fast approaching them. The driver then mumbles, "I'm afraid we won't make it." While looking at the old Alpha in the rearview mirror. The old Alpha cleared his throat, thinking of the best way to deal with their i
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
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
Alpha Qillalon provided the list of tasks and perimeter checks for Alpha Barkus, and immediately left the room and announced to his pack that they would take the night off till further notice, as he handed all of his tasks guarding the manor estate to Alpha Barkus and his pack as per the council’s order.As he got into the hallway, Alpha Cain was waiting for him.Alpha Cain gave him a friendly nod and walked alongside him.Shortly, Alpha Cain starts speaking through the mental link, “How are you keeping up?” He asks with a concerned tone.Alpha Qillalon grunted, “I hate when someone takes my tasks away from me.” He answered playfully.Alpha Cain giggled. “Not that…” He paused and lowered his head, “Zane is uneasy. He is worried about you. He wants you to know that he won't object if you punish Eleanor. He also wants you to know that he will take half of whatever punishment you’re about to give to her,” he uttered.Alpha Qillalon stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn’t thought of doing an
In the heart of Pennsylvania, the Headmaster’s hidden mansion loomed in the dark, an imposing silhouette against the blackened sky. His grand estate with gleaming windows and a well-manicured lawn, appeared to be a friendly structure in the middle of the dark forest where it lies. Little did mundane humans know the castle-like establishment hides gruesome truths.Unknown to outsiders, it is a hushed and eerie compound, secluded from the rest of the world. Hidden behind high stone walls and thick trees, it was a place that seemed untouched by time—its grim secrets buried deep within.Inside, the mansion had been transformed into a sterile, clinical environment. The luxurious halls that once held grand gatherings and aristocratic charm now echoed with the cries of the innocent infants, babies torn from their mothers in the dead of night, delivered to this cold, clinical fortress.The unsuspecting parents drown in sorrow thinking that their babies died due to complications—A much better
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
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
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
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
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