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AUTHOR'S POVSlamming a printed bank ledger onto the heavy oak desk, Alpha Magnus bared his teeth. Cracking Victoria’s arrogant facade stood as his only objective. The storm outside hammered the massive glass windows, dropping the office temperature to a miserable, biting chill."Fifty thousand dollars." Magnus stabbed his thick finger against the paper. "Wired directly from your private trust into an offshore shell account belonging to Silas the tracker."Victoria did not flinch. Smoothing the skirt of her black designer dress, she kept her chin lifted. The freezing draft made her skin crawl, but she locked her knees to hide the tremor."I buy a lot of things, Alpha." She offered a tight, patronizing smile. "Jewelry. Real estate. Silence. My personal finances fall entirely outside your jurisdiction.""They become my concern when that money buys my son's escape."Planting both massive hands flat on the desk, Magnus leaned forward. The leather chair groaned under his weight."Silas had

AUTHOR'S POV"Bullshit." Jordan leaned forward, ignoring the burning pain in his side. "You don't care about my safety, Victoria. You care about the treaty. You care about your father's approval. But the treaty is already dead. Magnus is hunting me. The Council will strip my title the second they find out. There is no crown left for you to wear."Silence stretched across the line."So why?" Jordan pressed, his tone turning dangerously calm. "Why wire fifty grand to a rogue tracker? Why risk your family’s entire political standing just to stash me in a concrete hole?""Because..." Victoria’s voice cracked."Say it.""Because I don't know!" she screamed into the phone, the sheer, ugly desperation finally breaking through her flawless aristocratic mask. "I don't know why I did it! You humiliated me. You chose some nameless, flat-chested stray over my bloodline. I hated you. I wanted Silas to bring you back in chains so I could watch Magnus break you."Amberly stopped wiping his side. She

AUTHOR'S POVThick, freezing mud sucked violently at the soles of Jordan’s boots.Keeping his broad body firmly between Amberly and the armed hunters walking behind them, he forced his burning legs to keep climbing the steep mountain ridge. Reaching Silas’s promised safe house remained the only objective. Blood coated his knuckles. The fresh stitches in his side screamed in agonizing protest with every step, but the feral Alpha energy still thrummed dangerously beneath his skin."Keep up," Silas grunted, hacking a thick branch out of the way with his combat knife."She needs to rest," Jordan warned, his voice dropping into a lethal rumble.Walking beside him, Amberly’s chest heaved. Her face was deathly pale. Shivering uncontrollably in the damp flannel shirt, her fingers gripped his wrist like a lifeline."Nobody rests until we are off the grid," Silas shot back, not turning around. "Magnus just lost an Enforcer squad. He will flood these woods with trackers by noon. We keep moving."

AUTHOR'S POV"Let me go!" Twisting her waist, she slammed her free elbow into his armored ribs.Griggs grunted. He shoved her forward. She stumbled over a slick, rotted root, scraping her knees against the jagged rocks."Keep walking." Heavy boots crunched on the wet gravel behind her. "Magnus wants you breathing. He didn't specify how many unbroken bones you need.""You're making a mistake." Spitting dirty hair out of her face, she planted her feet in the sludge. "Jordan tore your captain apart. You really think you can outrun an Alpha?"Yanking her arm, her shoulder popped with a sickening crack. "Your rogue boyfriend is bleeding out on the asphalt. He's surrounded by hunters. He's not coming for you.""He won't die that easily.""He's a kid playing soldier." Griggs dragged her over a fallen branch. "He grew up in a mansion. I grew up in the fighting pits. We are not the same.""He fights for me." Digging her fingernails into his thick wrist, she broke the skin. "You fight for a pay

AUTHOR'S POV"Don't touch her," Jordan rasped from the mud, his fingers digging weakly into the dirt."Shut up, stray," Earl sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger.In a flash, Silas moved with terrifying, fluid speed.Drawing the heavy combat knife, the tracker lunged forward. He didn't try to disarm the hunter. Driving the jagged steel blade directly into the side of Earl’s neck, Silas sliced outward with a brutal, sickening tear of flesh and cartilage.Blood exploded from the severed artery in a massive, crimson spray, splashing hotly across the mud.Amberly screamed, a raw, piercing sound of absolute terror. She scrambled backward on her hands and knees, scrambling away from the falling body.Earl dropped the rifle. He crashed to his knees, his hands desperately clutching his ruined throat. A horrific gurgling sound bubbled from his lips before he collapsed face-first into the ditch, twitching violently.Silas wiped the bloody blade on his leather duster, staring coldly at

AUTHOR'S POVPacing the length of her opulent bedroom, she dug her manicured nails into her palms. The sheer arrogance of hiring a rogue tracker had completely evaporated, leaving behind a suffocating, icy panic. Silas was a butcher. He didn't care about politics or wedding treaties. If Jordan put up a fight…and he absolutely would…Silas would put a bullet through his skull and drag his corpse back for the bounty.Grabbing the burner phone from her vanity mirror, her hands shook uncontrollably."What have I done?" she whispered, staring at her pale reflection in the glass.She didn't want him dead. The obsession ran too deep. Punching the encrypted number into the keypad, she pressed the plastic hard against her ear. The line rang, echoing endlessly in the quiet, lavish room.***Metal shrieked violently against asphalt.Thick, white steam exploded from the hood of the stolen SUV. The overworked engine finally seized with a catastrophic, grinding crunch. The steering wheel locked rigi