The knock on the door was hard enough to wake the dead. Alpha Enzo stirred, groaning as he tried to pull himself together. His head pounded from the night before, and his body still felt the lingering effects of alcohol and indulgence.When he finally opened the door, Alpha Czar stood there, his hulking frame filling the doorway. His face broke into a wide grin as he took in Enzo’s disheveled appearance.“Well, well, well,” Czar said, crossing his arms. “Look who’s up. You look like a mess.”Enzo scowled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. But the annoyance quickly faded as a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “A mess, maybe, but I had one hell of a night.” He stepped back from the doorway, running a hand through his tangled hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun in my life, and that’s all thanks to you.”Czar’s booming laugh filled the room. “Glad you enjoyed it, Enzo. We don’t get many opportunities to host someone like you, so we make sure to pull out all the
As the tour of the cell continued, Alpha Enzo’s excitement grew with each passing minute. His eyes gleamed with greed and ambition as Czar guided him through the grim halls. Everything was perfect—each piece of equipment, every silver-lined bar, all designed to break the will of even the strongest wolves. This was not just a fortress; it was a weapon, and Enzo knew exactly how he would wield it.His mind raced, envisioning the future. With these cells at his disposal, imagine how many alphas would crumble before him. Entire packs, no matter their strength or loyalty, would bow. And it wouldn’t stop there. He would conquer kingdoms that weren’t even on his radar yet, preemptively crushing any threats that dared to rise. He could practically taste the power, and he chuckled to himself, a low, dangerous sound.Czar, walking a few paces ahead, glanced back at him. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, his voice gruff but amused. “Plotting your next conquest?”Enzo’s grin widened
Caleb tossed and turned in his sleep, his small body jerking under the covers as he mumbled incoherently. Sweat drenched his brow, his face pale as though he had just witnessed something horrifying.Then, all of a sudden, he let out a heart-wrenching scream, jolting both of his parents awake.Stephanie, who had been sleeping on a chair in Caleb’s room ever since Kayla was kidnapped, jolted awake at the sound of her son's cries. Her heart leaped into her throat as she rushed to his side. “Caleb! Caleb, wake up!” Her voice trembled as she gently shook his shoulders, trying to pull him from the grasp of his nightmare. Just as she was about to try again, the door burst open, and Alpha Damien stormed into the room. His powerful presence filled the space immediately, his eyes scanning the scene with worry. Without hesitation, he crossed the room in two long strides, crouching down beside Stephanie and Caleb. His hand reached out to brush Caleb's damp hair away from his face, his usually
Everything seemed to be happening at once, and Damien was struggling to keep up. Alfred had returned to the pack after his mission to capture Victor and Mike, but the news was not what Damien had hoped for. Not only had Alfred lost both of them, but he also had no new information regarding their whereabouts. However, Alfred did not return empty-handed. Alongside him was Victor’s wife, Helen, and their two children, visibly weary from the journey and the strain of their situation.Alpha Damien paced back and forth in his workstation and watched as they were brought in. His mind was already racing with thoughts of the many loose ends that seemed to be unraveling all at once. The loss of his daughter, the threat posed by Victor’s desertion, and now this—more uncertainty.Helen stood before him, her face full of fear and hopelessness. She understood that her husband's betrayal had put her in a difficult position, and Alpha Damien needed answers, and she was his only lead for now.“Sit,” A
Alpha Damien called for an emergency meeting with the heads of the various security teams in the pack as soon as his call with Alpha Enzo ended.Within minutes they all gathered at the meeting hall for a quick briefing. Alpha Damien stood at the head of the large meeting table, his expression grim as his eyes scanned the faces of his security heads. The atmosphere in the room was tense and everyone looked stressed as they all knew why they were there—Kayla’s kidnapping had shaken the entire pack, and their failure to get the case solved had left a sour taste in everyone's tongue. "Today is about redemption," Alpha Damien began, his deep voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. "It’s no secret that the events of the past week have shaken this pack to its core. My daughter was kidnapped, and part of the blame lies in our own negligence."A murmur swept through the room, and Damien could see the guilt etched on the faces of his men. These were warriors, defenders of the
Alfred cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Alpha, are you also going on the mission?"Damien didn't miss a beat. "Yes, Alfred. I’m going."The room erupted in opposition. Every head turned towards him, voices rising in unison."Alpha, no," Louis said, standing from his chair. "It’s too dangerous. Your presence is needed here. If something happens to you—""We can't afford to lose you," added Jack, eyes wide with concern. "You’re the Alpha. Losing you in battle would be like losing a thousand warriors. Who will lead the pack if—""Enough," Alpha Damien shouted, his voice firm, cutting through the chatter. "This is not a debate. Kayla is my daughter, one I’ve only recently discovered, and I refuse to sit back while someone else risks their life to bring her home."He looked around the room again, daring anyone to challenge him. "Don’t try to change my mind. That’s treason, and you all know it."The men fell silent, though worry still clouded their expressions.
Alpha Czar leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he watched Enzo finish the call. The crackling fire beside them threw flickering shadows against the stone walls of the dimly lit room. They had been sitting in the old fortress for hours now, waiting for the pieces of their plan to fall into place. Enzo hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk, and Czar couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity."You think Damien’s really gonna fall for this?" Czar asked, tipping his glass of beer toward Enzo, who looked as calm and collected as ever. "I mean, you know how dangerous it is out here in the south, with the mountains and the rogue packs. He’s no fool."Enzo’s laughter filled the room, sharp and almost cruel. He took a long sip of his drink, enjoying the rich taste before he responded. "Damien's not a fool, you’re right," Enzo began, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "But he’s desperate. His family’s a mess, his mate doesn’t trust him, and his daughter
Damien lay awake in the darkened room, his mind restless despite the calm rise and fall of Stephanie’s breathing beside him. The night was still, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows over her peaceful face. He watched her for a long time, noting the faint lines of worry etched around her eyes, even in sleep. She had been through so much—losing Kayla, fearing for their daughter’s safety—and he wanted nothing more than to stay, to wrap his arms around her and let her know everything would be alright.He imagined kissing her awake, whispering words of reassurance. He thought of pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, and making love to her—slow, tender, passionate—as if that alone could erase the heartache they both felt. But he couldn’t. Not now.His heart clenched as he gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. This was no time for selfish desires. Their daughter was still missing, and time was running out. The mission call