A week passed since the meeting. Brandon only involved himself in more fights in the ring. Kennedy kept calling him to fight more and more with more strong opponents, but that was was easy for someone like Brandon.
“Geez, you’d die at this rate,” Amanda nagged him for the umpteenth time as she cleaned his bruises. “Did he overwork you or something?”
“Rather than getting involved with smuggling girls.”
“About that,” Vincent chirped in. “The Council managed to get an identification on those girls. They’re humans.”
Right after Brandon sent reports about the girls sold during the meeting, the Council worked fast to rescue the girls without alerting Kennedy. The clients who bought the girls were arrested under the pretense of a fake raid at their homes.
“Although it’s good news, none of the girls were the ones on our list,” Vincent added. “Other than that, Al
Celeste stared at the laptop in front of her displayed information about Dante. There was still nothing about his background.No known family or relatives. No known permanent address.He moved from one town to another and always worked as a fighter. Sometimes, he worked as a construction worker before moving to the next town. The house he was currently living in was registered under a different name. It was owned by an elderly man who moved to the countryside and rented out the house he had in the town. Celeste had sent someone to verify the house owner, and he had confirmed that Dante rented the house.There was no information whether Dante spent his childhood somewhere, not even any record of foster care or orphanage. It almost felt like he spent his childhood on the street.Dante had clean winning records despite not having any sponsor. He won from one fight to another, endless winning streaks. Whenever the club owner had a problem with his fighter in
By the time they reached the nightclub, everything was a mess. Dead bodies piled on the ground, injured people groaning in pain, and most of all, Kennedy Strauss sat on the bar counter covered in blood. He didn’t look like he was injured, and the blood on his body probably wasn’t his.Brandon almost could guess what had happened. The scent of werewolves lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of blood. It was evident that Alpha Elliot and his people attacked the vampires in the nightclub, and the humans became the collateral damages. Brandon thought Alpha Elliot wouldn’t put his team in danger, but it seemed the Alpha had nothing to lose at this point.Brandon could have stopped it from happening, but the call from the fighting club deterred him from his plan. Vincent informed him to focus on his mission instead of some suicidal people. If Brandon chose to save Alpha Elliot, it would jeopardize his mission because Alpha Elliot didn’t know Bran
Brandon couldn't sleep the whole night, thinking about the girl he saw at the hotel earlier. Nothing else happened throughout the night except seeing that girl. Brandon spoke to several other staff, but he never mentioned anything about the private-accessed floor.According to the information he had gathered, the hotel underwent intensive renovation shortly after Kennedy Strauss acquired it. But the renovation was only on the fourteenth, fifteenth, and twentieth floors. The twentieth floor was turned into a penthouse where Kennedy Strauss spent his days. It had a separate and sophisticated security system that no mere hacker would be able to bypass.The fourteenth and fifteenth floors shared the same security system, but they didn't share it with the rest of the floors. There were like three separate security systems in the hotel as if someone had spent a fortune to make sure the security system protected what it was programmed to protect.The main problem was B
Celeste reached for the body lotion on the counter and stopped halfway when she remembered Dante said she smelled like roses when she wasn't even wearing anything close to that.She pulled her hand back and walked out of the bathroom just to barge into Leto's room, who was still sleeping on the bed. Leto craned his neck upward, looking at her sleepily. The black duvet covered the lower half of his body, leaving his upper half exposed."What are you doing in my room?" Leto asked, rubbing his eyes.Celeste approached his bed and sat down. "What do I smell like?"He groaned, covering his face with a pillow. "Les, it's too early to play questionnaire. We've been working for fifteen hours since that incide
#Brandon's memory,"Don't you think you're training too hard?" Vincent said, sitting down next to Brandon, who was panting hard after a vigorous regime in the training ground."It's not enough."Vincent glanced at him. "Is this about the thing we spoke when the Knight of Death captured us?"Brandon had witnessed firsthand what could happen to someone who had lost his mate. Cohen went berserk and missing for months with no news of his whereabouts. Brandon would sit in front of the television, watching the news, and pray that his Alpha's face wouldn't make an appearance. For months, Brandon tortured himself to watch the news, and he lived on his life without any purpose. Liam had to accept every Alpha's challenge to ensure no other Alpha deserved to reign over the Southern Werewolves Pack.Those nine months were torturous months for the entire pack. Brandon threw himself into intense training in every chance he could get. He trained more than other w
Celeste stomped her feet on the pavement as she left angrily. But deep inside, she was squealing like a high school girl speaking to her crush. Celeste couldn't believe that Dante had intentionally created a misunderstanding to see her reaction. As much as she hated the misunderstanding, she couldn't stop her heart from beating too loud in her chest. It almost felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.She wanted to be mad about it, but she couldn't. Whenever Dante's face reigned in her mind, she felt her misery melt right away. Celeste had never been affected by a guy before. Certainly, these kinds of feelings felt alien to her. It was all brand new things for her. She never dated anyone, let alone kissing someone. But then, her first kiss was stolen by the guy that had been reigning in her mind.Should she be mad about it? She should have. But then, she didn't dislike the kiss. She didn't get mad when Dante stole it from her. In fact, Celeste felt
When fate worked against Celeste, Brandon thanked the fate. After spending two hours looking for a hotel room, Celeste finally admitted defeat and took Brandon's offer.But when he realized that his mate was bathing the bathroom on the first floor, Brandon froze in his room on the second floor. His brain was somersaulting, and his wolf was howling crazily. Both of them were happy that their mate was within their reach, but Brandon didn't want to scare Celeste off if he came too strong for her.He took a long breath before looking through his closet to find something for her to wear for the night. He was lucky that he bought some new clothes recently and tore the price tag off from them before heading to the bathroom on the first floor. After leaving the clothes outside the bathroom and giving her the location of all the items in there, he went to the k
Brandon grabbed his laptop from his bag and switched it on. He logged into his email to see the email that Vincent had sent. There were ten photographs attached to the email. Brandon looked at each photograph carefully, noting everything he saw in a small notebook next to the laptop. Those photographs were captured through the camera he set up in the building across from Kennedy Strauss' nightclubs.Since Brandon couldn't always operate the cameras on his own, Vincent would operate them from time to time. Those photographs in the email were Vincent's photographs during his shift to operate the camera. There was nothing unusual in the photographs. It was a series of photographs of Kennedy Strauss entering and exiting his nightclubs with some people. It was just those kinds of photos.But Brandon ended up staring at those photos for the whole night until the sun shone on the horizon.He hit his head on the table once, groaning. He had spent his night staring at th