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**Stella's POV** "How do I know him?" The tattooed man stands, pulling out his phone. "Sweetheart, Shawn works for us." He starts typing something. "Which means you—" He looks at me with new interest. "—are leverage." "Shawn?" I blink, genuinely confused. "What do you mean he works for you? He works for my father." The words slip out before I can stop them. The second they leave my mouth, I know I’ve made a mistake.“Your father?” The tattooed man leans forward, interest sharpening. “And who might that be?”I press my lips together, refusing to answer. My pulse roars in my ears as my mind races... If these rogues know I'm the daughter to a billionaire rogue, they won't let me go that easily.“Out with it, little fox.” One eyebrow lifts, slow and deliberate. “Who is your father?”I swallow hard. “My father is a nobody. Shawn worked with him years ago—” I rush the words, desperate to steer the conversation away from my father. “So if you know Shawn, then you know he’ll come for me.

**Shawn's POV** I'm at Ezekiel's side in two steps. He points to a screen showing grainy security footage from a traffic camera. Time stamp: 2:55 AM. A black van, no plates visible, heading east on Industrial Boulevard. "Facial recognition caught this three blocks from the penthouse," Ezekiel explains, pulling up another window. "The van's windows are tinted, but there's a brief moment when the passenger door opens at a stoplight—" He enhances the image. And there she is. Stella's face, pale and unconscious, visible for maybe two seconds before the door closes and the van moves on. Something cold and violent settles in my chest. "Track that van," I say, my voice flat. "Every camera it passed. Every turn it made. I want to know exactly where it went." "Already on it." Ezekiel's fingers move across the keyboard. "Pulling traffic cam data along that route now. Should have a destination in—" My phone rings. The sound cuts through the room like a gunshot. I pull

**Stella's POV**(Meanwhile on the other side of town) The rogue's hand is still wrapped around my throat when Sabrina's scream pierces the air. "HELP! She's trying to escape! Someone help!" Heavy footsteps thunder toward us. The door crashes open and three more rogue guards flood in, snarling. "What is going on?" "The bitch tried to attack me." The rogue's fingers tighten around my neck until black spots dance at the edges of my vision. "Tried to go for my eyes—" "What?!" "Let's teach her a lesson she won't forget any time soon!" The rogues close in, and fear coils through my chest like barbed wire. Then a voice cuts through the chaos—calm, cold, and absolute. "Let her go, Howard." It's Hank. He fills the doorway, studying the scene with the mild irritation of someone who's found his dog has chewed another shoe. Howard's fingers spring open. I hit the concrete hard, throat burning as I drag in air that tastes like rust and dust. The warehouse floor is gritty under my palms

**Stella's POV** "Please." The word feels like swallowing glass. "My little boy needs me—" "Then you better win." Hank starts walking toward the exit, then stops. "Oh, and ladies? Don't kill each other in the first round. I need at least one of you alive to keep Shawn motivated. Two would be better, but I'm flexible." The cage door slams shut behind him with a clang that echoes through the whole space. We're alone now in the arena. All those hollow eyes from the other cages just staring at us. Already mourning us like we're dead. "No." Sabrina's whisper keeps getting louder. "No, this can't be happening. This isn't real—" She scrambles to her feet and runs to the cage door, wrapping her fingers around the chain-link. "SOMEONE CALL ALPHA COLE GRANT!" Her voice bounces off every wall. "HE'LL PAY WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'M HIS BETA AND LUNA OF BLACK RIVER PACK!" "Sabrina." I try to keep my voice calm. "Sabrina, stop. Screaming isn't going to—" "MILLIONS!" She's not even lis

**Stella's POV**Diana suddenly makes a sound that might be disapproval."You shouldn't have given her advice," she says quietly. "She's competition. The fewer competitors, the better your odds.""I'm not competing with her." I grip the chain-link tighter to watch the arena. "I'm just trying to survive until I can get back to my son.""That's what everyone here tells themselves at first."I don't respond. Because deep down, I know Diana's right.But I can't let this place turn me into someone who watches others die without helping.---Time passes with agonizing slowness.More captives are waking now, the underground space filling with the sounds of movement, whispered conversations, and the clank of metal as guards make their rounds.And above us, through the ceiling, I hear doors opening, accompanied with a lot of voices, and the shuffle of feet. I frown wondering if Hank has brought in more captives "More spectators are here," Diana suddenly explains. "Early birds who want good se