Semua Bab The Mates’ Vengeance : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Leaning in, I retrieved a folded piece of paper from my pocket, unfolding it to reveal an address scrawled in ink. "And by the way," I added, my tone shifting to a more serious note, "here's the address of our next mansion. Jake and I hope to see you guys there." The weight of the words lingered, a shared destination signaling a continuation of our fight against the looming threat."Remember," I emphasized, my finger tapping the paper, "once you make your way inside, lock all the doors and leave no lights on." The details were crucial, each instruction a layer of protection in the delicate dance between evasion and confrontation.With a nod, Sarah and Kate began to make their way toward the basement, their coordination with the cleaners seamless. The logistics of our plan were set into motion, a symphony of movements orchestrated in the face of impending danger.Fernanda stood back, her eyes now watery, like a volcano of tears on the verge of eruption. The resilience that had defined h

*Fernanda's POV*The tunnel air hung heavy with the scent of dust and stale memories. As I descended, the dim light flickering from overhead bulbs cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. My footsteps echoed in the silence, a stark contrast to the lively farewell I had just bid to Sergio.Navigating through the tunnel, I couldn't help but notice the musty smell invading my senses, mixed with the unsettling touch of unseen cobwebs. It was as if the air itself clung to the past, reluctant to let go. I quickened my pace, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere.Soon, I caught up with Kate and the others who had forged ahead while I was still wrapped in the embrace of goodbyes. I reached out, finding solace in the warmth of Kate's hand. "This place freaks me out," I admitted, my voice echoing off the tunnel walls.Kate's fingers intertwined with mine, and she emitted a soft giggle that resonated in the dimly lit passage. "Don't worry, Fernanda," she reassured, her voice a soothing melody. "

"What are you on about, Alpha Draxler?" I asked, my tone a mix of incredulity and defiance. "What power does your deluded mind think she possesses? Fernanda doesn't even have her wolf thanks to you, and here you are telling me her power belongs to you. Even if she had, you must be highly delusional to think I'd let you get to her, Alpha Draxler."Draxler's lips curled into a semblance of a smile, his gaze unwavering. "You underestimate what Fernanda is capable of. The power within her is a force that transcends the ordinary. She is destined for greatness, Sergio, and my pack will ensure she fulfills that destiny."The absurdity of his claims fueled a surge of frustration within me. Fernanda, with her gentle spirit and kind heart, was hardly a wielder of some mystical power. I wiped the sweat from my brow, the clash of blades and the distant howls of wolves underscoring the gravity of the situation."You're the reason she lost her wolf in the first place," I retorted, my voice edged wit

Alpha Draxler began, his imposing figure commanding attention, a tense silence settled over the battlefield. He spoke with an air of calculated confidence, his voice slicing through the tumultuous atmosphere. "This is my final plea, Sergio. Hand over Fernanda, and you'll both live to see another day."Anger ignited within me, a primal fire fueled by the injustices inflicted upon my pack and the memory of my parents' demise. "You can only get to her after you get rid of me," I retorted, my voice a growl laden with defiance. The air crackled with anticipation as our eyes locked in a silent challenge.A surge of curiosity overcame my anger, and I couldn't suppress the pressing question any longer. "Something has been bothering me, Alpha Draxler. If it's only Fernanda you wanted, why destroy my pack and kill my parents?"Draxler's response was chilling in its simplicity. "It's simple, Sergio. If I destroy my rival pack and wield the powers of Fernanda, then nothing is stopping me from beco

*Fernanda's POV*After a moment of silent introspection in the quiet corner, the controlled chaos of our hideout continued around me. The moon's gentle glow illuminated the room through a nearby window, creating a serene backdrop to my thoughts. In that stillness, a connection to the celestial forces beyond our control sparked an instinctive reaction. Subconsciously, I began to pray, my words a whispered plea to the moon goddess for the protection of Sergio and Jake, who fought on our behalf.As I uttered my silent prayers, the moon's soft radiance seemed to infuse the room with a calming energy. The controlled chaos around me dimmed, and for a brief moment, a sense of serenity prevailed. The moon, an ancient witness to countless stories, became my confidante in this clandestine chapter of our lives.However, as the minutes ticked by, the quietude of my contemplation began to feel like an eternity. The silence became pregnant with anticipation, each passing second heightening the gravi