LOGINThe deafening crack of the silver revolver rings loud through the heavy air of the grand boardroom, and the sharp sound makes my own ears ring for a few tense seconds while the gun smoke rises toward the ceiling.Marcus slumps forward onto the polished mahogany table with a wet thud, and his dark blood quickly pools around the printed financial ledgers detailing his decade of treason against our family.I watch my beautiful mate lower the smoking barrel of his father's gun, and a profound sense of pure Alpha pride swells deep inside my chest because he just delivered absolute justice to a monster.He did not hesitate to pull the trigger on the man who ruined his childhood, and he proved to the underworld that he is a ruthless king who protects his syndicate from the shadows.The twenty Southside lieutenants stand frozen in their tracks around the massive table, and they stare at the dead Underboss with wide eyes full of sheer terror and absolute shock.Nobody dares to make a single su
The dim red emergency lights snap back on with a loud electronic hum, and the sudden crimson glow illuminates the massive boardroom so everyone can see the impossible truth standing right in front of them.The twenty Southside lieutenants freeze in their tracks while a collective gasp of pure terror escapes their lips, because they truly believed I died in a dark basement last night.The angry shouts die in their dry throats, and the heavy silence of absolute shock replaces the chaotic noise of the panicked mob in a matter of seconds.They drop their heavy weapons to the carpeted floor when they realize my Triad guards own the room, and they stare at my face with wide and terrified eyes.Marcus feels the cold steel of the silver-plated revolver pressing hard against the back of his bald skull, and his confident posture shatters into pieces right inside his expensive leather chair.He slowly turns his head just a tiny fraction to look over his shoulder, and his pale eyes widen in sheer
"Stay down and guard the Underboss!" another voice yells out in pure terror, but the trapped men cannot see us slipping past them in the deep shadows.I keep my tablet tucked against my chest, and I use my enhanced Alpha vision to navigate through the sea of terrified Southside lieutenants running in circles.Daniel shoves a frantic guard out of his way with a harsh push to the chest, and the Southside enforcer stays right on Beau's flank to protect him from stray bullets.We move with silent precision while the room descends into pure madness around us, and nobody even realizes a rival Triad just invaded their secure meeting."Get the backup generators running right fucking now!" Marcus roars from the head of the long wooden table, and his usually calm voice cracks with genuine fear.I smile in the dark when I hear his terrified demand, because he has no idea the true King of the Southside is walking straight toward his leather chair.Beau glides across the room with a terrifying and
Marcus's lying voice echoes through the thick oak doors of the boardroom, and the sickening sound of his fake grief makes my stomach turn in pure disgust because I know he orchestrated the brutal murder.I do not want to listen to his terrible and manipulative speech for another second, so I pull my secure tactical tablet from the side pocket of my heavy black vest to begin our assault.We need to trap these traitors inside the room before we reveal our presence, because a panicked mob of twenty armed men running into the narrow hallways will cause a very messy and deadly gunfight.I tap the dark screen of my device with my thumb, and the bright display illuminates my face while the central security mainframe of the sprawling Southside estate slowly loads on the screen.Rhett stands right beside me with his tactical rifle raised, and he watches the long corridor behind us to make sure no more loyal guards try to ambush our tight group from the rear.Seth keeps his massive hands restin
The heavy steel door of the underground utility tunnel swings open with a quiet groan, and Beau steps out into the crisp morning air of the Southside estate.I follow right behind him with my tactical rifle raised, and I scan the empty service alley to make sure nobody spots our sudden arrival.Rhett presses his finger against his earpiece, and he signals the Northside strike teams waiting just outside the outer walls of the massive compound."The perimeter is locked down tight, so nobody gets in or out of this place until we say so," Rhett whispers to us while he steps up next to my shoulder."Tell your men to shoot any guard who tries to jump the fence, because I want every single traitor trapped inside this cage," Beau replies without looking back.Beau walks toward the hidden side entrance of the main mansion with the cold confidence of a true king reclaiming his stolen throne.I watch the way his tailored black suit fits perfectly over his broad shoulders, and the sight of his un
The pale morning sun bleeds through the narrow cracks of the heavy blast shutters, and the cold light casts long shadows across the dirty concrete floor of the safehouse.My fingers tremble just a fraction as I fasten the silver buttons of my crisp white dress shirt, because my system is violently rebelling against the sudden halt of my natural cycle.A sharp and vicious cramp twists deep inside my lower stomach, and I have to lean my heavy weight against the edge of the metal dining table while I gasp for a steady breath.My skin flushes with a desperate fever that begs for the soothing touch of my mates, but I force the heavy mating urges down into the darkest corner of my mind so I can focus on the war.I refuse to surrender to the sweet haze of the submissive drop right now, because the traitor who murdered my father is currently sitting on my stolen throne.I wipe a bead of cold sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, and I reach for the black silk tie resting on the back of
The silence inside the large conference room becomes completely oppressive after Seth speaks his accusation, and my lead enforcer Daniel immediately shifts his weight defensively beside me. I feel the sudden urge to step backward toward the wooden doors, but I force my leather shoes to remain firml
I sit on the edge of the large mattress, and I watch the steady rise and fall of Beau's chest. The underground bunker remains quiet because the heavy steel doors block out all the harsh noise from the estate above us. Several hours have passed since Beau cried himself to sleep, and the room feels v
The underground bunker remains quiet while I slowly open my eyes to the dim overhead lighting, and I realize the terrible fever has finally left my body. The heavy steel doors are shut tight to block out all the noise from the estate above us, so the room feels very isolated and calm. I take a deep
The sharp cramp in my lower abdomen forces my eyes open before my morning alarm even has a chance to ring on the nightstand. I groan and press the heel of my right hand directly against my stomach, and I wait for the dull ache to subside, but the pain only radiates further down my thighs. This is t







