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C1

“Stay where you are, Ronan! If you walk out of this Silverfang Ceremony Chamber right now, there is no coming back. Do you understand the blood-debt you’re creating?”I reached out, my fingers digging into the heavy fabric of Ronan Blackwell’s ceremonial sleeve. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast. Around us, the air was thick with the scent of pine, musk, and the underlying tension of five hundred high-ranking wolves of the Blackwell Pack and my own Whitmore Bloodline.“Sienna is on the ledge of Ravencrest Tower, Chika,” Ronan snarled, wrenching his arm back with such force that I stumbled, my ankle snapping with a sickening pop. “She’s spiraling. Her wolf is clawing at her mind. If she jumps, her blood is on your hands for forcing this union.”“Forcing? We signed the blood-pact three moons ago!” I gasped, clutching my leg as I hit the stone floor. The cold marble bit into my skin. “The Elder is standing right there, Ronan. The vows are half-spoken. You’re the Alph

C2

"My name is Chika Whitmore. If the legend of the Afolayan Dominion holds any truth regarding your honor, then we can seal our fates and bind our bloodlines today," I stated, my voice echoing through the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber with a clarity that defied the chaos of my shattered engagement.The gathered wolves of the Afolayan syndicate gasped, the sound like a collective intake of air before a strike. Dozens of high-ranking enforcers reached for their phones, capturing the sight of a Whitmore heir standing before the most dangerous Alpha in the modern underworld."Master Whitmore, have you lost your mind or simply your sense of survival? Look at this chair. Look at these legs," Lucien Afolayan rumbled, his voice like grinding stones. He gestured to the reinforced steel of his throne-like wheelchair. "I am a broken king. I cannot lead a hunt, and I may never provide the dynasty you think you’re buying into. Think carefully before you tether your soul to a ghost.""I have never been

C3

"The Alpha is in the war room, Master Chika," Malik Arden said, his voice dropping to a cautious low as I reached the base of the grand staircase. "It is past the witching hour. The territorial borders are tense. Shall I summon an armored transport for your excursion?""There is no need, Malik," I replied, pulling my black trench coat tighter around my shoulders to hide the Whitmore crest on my formal shirt. "I have a personal debt to settle. I will return before the moon reaches its zenith."I watched the butler’s eyes track my movement—he was looking for a weapon, but my best weapon tonight was my resolve. I stepped out into the biting night air and hailed a syndicate-neutral car. Fifteen minutes later, I was walking into 'The Hollow Point,' a dimly lit establishment on the edge of the neutral zone. Ronan Blackwell was already there, tucked into a velvet booth, his eyes glued to his burner phone, a smug grin plastered on his face. My wolf snarled under my skin, but I kept my pace st

C4

"The music program was a Blood Moon tradition, Chika. I didn’t think you’d mind if I used that little melody you were humming in the shower. I just needed a hit to get the Okafor Moon Clan to notice me," Bianca smirked, her eyes gleaming with that predatory greed our family cultivated. "It wasn't plagiarism; it was a Whitmore contribution."I stared at my sister across the marble breakfast table, my hands trembling. That 'melody' was a complex arrangement I’d spent months scoring, a piece meant to prove I was more than just a political pawn. She’d turned it into a trashy club anthem for the Mafia elite."You stole my work, Bianca. You let the world think you’re a prodigy while I’m barred from the competition because I can't prove I wrote it first," I whispered, my voice thick with a sense of betrayal that felt like a physical weight."Don't be so dramatic, Chika," my mother, Helena, cut in, not even looking up from her tactical tablet. "Bianca has the charisma for the spotlight. You h

C5

"The Alpha isn't in a mood for company, Master Chika. He hasn't touched the meal I prepared," Malik Arden whispered, his voice hushed as he leaned against the heavy oak sideboard.I looked at the table—a sprawling feast of rare game and aged wine, a spread fit for a Mafia king, now cooling and untouched. I felt a strange, cold twist in my gut. I’d been so buried in the trauma of my father’s cage that I hadn't even processed that Lucien had come for me. We were strangers bound by a blood-inked contract, yet he’d brought a war-party to the Whitmore estate just to haul me out of the dark."Does he always shut everyone out after a confrontation, Malik?" I asked, setting my jacket aside."He carries the weight of the Dominion on his shoulders, and lately, those shoulders are tired," Malik sighed, his eyes tracking the closed door of the study. "He spent four hours watching the clock while you were missing. He won’t admit it, but he was restless."I stood there for a moment, the silence of

C6

"I don't hold you in contempt, Chika. I am simply a man who deals in cold, hard reality," Lucien rumbled, his voice like grinding stones as he stared me down from his position on the leather sofa."You don't trust me," I fired back, my chest heaving. "That’s the real root of it. You keep a wall of silver and steel between us because you’re terrified of anyone—especially me—getting close enough to see the cracks in your armor."Lucien tilted his head, his eyes flashing a dangerous amber in the dim light of the Afolayan stronghold. He hadn't expected me to have such sharp instincts. "And why should it matter? This union wasn't forged in a church, Chika. It was signed in a boardroom and sealed with the blood of our enemies. We both secured our objectives. We should be focusing on the expansion of the Afolayan Dominion, not playing house with unnecessary sentimentalities.""Except you keep breaking your own rules," I argued, stepping closer into his space. "You moved half a tactical squad

7

"I came downstairs to hunt you down," Lucien rumbled, his voice like grinding stones as he looked at me.I couldn't find my tongue. I lowered my eyes, my pulse hammering against my ribs. Malik, ever the romantic strategist of the Afolayan Dominion, practically beamed at us. "By the way, Master Chika, an envoy from the Brooks family just dropped this. Xander Brooks is holding a ceremony tomorrow. He’s requested the presence of the Alpha and his new consort.""Xander Brooks," Lucien repeated, the name sounding like a curse on his lips."The gala is tomorrow evening," Malik added with a respectful nod.I frowned, looking up. "A one-day notice for a high-ranking union? In the Mafia world, don't these things require weeks of security clearance and blood-line verification?"Lucien’s laugh was cold and sharp. "Xander is a stray who picks up whatever shiny thing catches his eye. He’s never respected the old ways. Likely, he’s knocked up some low-level omega and needs to put a ring on it befor

8

"I didn't crawl into your bed to pull a fast one, Lucien!" I snapped, my fingers digging into the reinforced leather of his tactical vest. I felt the heat rising in my throat, my wolf pacing behind my ribs. "It was a damn accident. The floor was slick with rain, and I slipped. Don't make it something it isn't."Lucien didn't flinch. His silver eyes, cold as a winter moon over the Afolayan Dominion, tracked the movement of my mouth. "In the Mafia world, Chika, every touch is a contract. You laid hands on an Alpha. That requires an apology.""I’m not apologizing for gravity!" I shot back.The armored transport hit a jagged dip in the road, the driver swerving to avoid a perimeter scout. The force threw me forward. My breath hitched as my mouth slammed into his. It wasn't a collision; it was a grape-flavored explosion. I remembered the hard candies he’d been popping during the blood-oath ceremony earlier. He’d always hated sweets—said they were for weak omegas—but in that split second, I

9

"How can a single low-level wolf get under your skin like this, Ronan?" Sienna’s voice cut through the silence of the study, sharp and cold as a silver blade. She was standing by the door, her eyes fixed on the shattered whiskey glass on the floor. "I heard your little 'declaration.' It's worse than I thought. You’re actually obsessed with him."I didn't answer her immediately. My blood was boiling, my wolf pacing behind my ribs, snarling at the memory of Chika’s scent fading from this house. I had spent months hunting Sienna, posting our union all over the Blackwell Pack’s dark-web channels, basking in the envy of every Alpha heir from here to the Obsidian Crown. But the moment she betrayed me with that stray from the Okafor clan—not once, but twice—the fire had died. Or so I thought."Don't start with me, Sienna," I rumbled, my voice a low, dangerous warning. I pulled my hand back from her touch as if her skin were made of wolfsbane. "You’re an adult. If you’re feeling 'unwell,' cal

10

"I’ve spent enough time letting you bleed," Lucien rumbled as our armored SUV cut through the rain toward the Afolayan Dominion’s estate. "It’s time you saw the face of the wolf who’s been hunting you.""Who is it, Lucien?" I asked, my fingers digging into the leather seat."Sienna Okafor," he answered, his silver eyes fixed on the neon skyline. "She’s the one who bankrolled the leak. She paid off every gutter-press informant to smear your name. She wanted your reputation slaughtered."The name hit me like a silver bullet. My breath hitched. "Why? I walked away from Ronan Blackwell. I’m out of their territory. Why is she still clawing at my throat?""I don't waste breath reading the minds of obsessed omegas," Lucien said, his tone like grinding stones. "All you need to know is that she is your adversary. And in my world, adversaries are meant to be broken."I leaned back, the reality of Sienna’s spite settling in my bones. I had been a fool to think that silence would buy me peace. Sh

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