Semua Bab The Alpha’s Regret: My Ex-Mate is a Mafia Legend: Bab 41 - Bab 47

"Watch the speedometer, Xender. We’re tearing through Nightfall Territory like a pack of rogues.""Let them talk. I want the whole pack to see the Stormriven Den burning.""You saw the look on his face? He’s broken. The Alpha’s shadow, finally eclipsed by his own secrets.""Focus, Varkane. The Den is crumbling, but the true hunt starts now.""You’re right. Let the pack scavengers pick over their corpse. We have bigger game.""Are the clips hitting the servers?""Every feed, every node. The entire territory is buzzing. The Stormrivens are finished.""Good. Deactivate the link. I’m heading back to the infirmary.""Xender? You’re back early. How did it go?""You saw the feed, Varkane. Don’t pretend you haven't been watching the slaughter.""The Blackmoor Pack House is in chaos. They’re tearing each other apart over the scraps.""They deserve every drop of venom. Garron spent decades tightening the leash, making us perform like obedient pups while he bled the pack dry.""And Elara? Did sh

"Varkane is calling. Answer it.""Tristan? Why is the head of the Blackmoor Pack calling me now? We’ve already humiliated the Stormrivens.""Answer it, Seraphina. If it's more trouble for the Den, we need to know.""Tristan, speak. What news from the pack perimeter?""Seraphina. Look at the data streams. The entire Nightfall Territory is ripping the Stormriven legacy apart. It's trending through every shadow network in the sector.""I see it. The recording of the incident at the Silverfang Hall. It’s perfect. Every nuance of Garron’s failure is exposed.""You need to issue a statement. Control the narrative before the pack elders decide to purge your family entirely.""I will handle it. We are already suppressing the dissent.""Good. Keep it tight.""Xender? Are you still here? The infirmary is empty.""He checked out, Raze. The bed is cold. He didn't even leave a scent behind.""He’s a ghost. We’re business partners, nothing more. He doesn't owe me a final howl before he vanishes int

"You really expect me to believe you’re keeping the Stormriven blood bond active just for vengeance, Tristan? You're grasping at straws because you can't bear to let him walk out of the Blackmoor syndicate.""Watch your tongue, Seraphina. From this very second, Xender Stormriven is a dead wolf walking. I’m going to squeeze his territory until he has nothing left to hunt.""This obsession is going to bleed both of your cartels dry, Tristan. It’s reckless.""I don't give a damn about the cost, Duskryn. That male wolf tore up my pride in front of my own enforcers. He will pay the blood price.""Then we need to move faster. If he secures the high court alliance, your lock on his name won't mean a thing.""I’m hitting the underground circuits tonight, Nyx. I need a drink to wash the scent of that Blackmoor bastard out of my nose.""Then we go to the main strip in the Nightfall Territory. The neon doesn't wake up until midnight, but the blood-wine flows heavy.""Line up the shots, Nyx. I wa