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I was startled and instinctively shivered, Cora reacting to the sudden display of pack hierarchy. Looking up, I saw a large group of werewolves standing neatly in front of us.
Their formation was orderly, and they stood up straight, their postures exuding deference to their Alpha and his chosen. Connor nodded Indifferently, not saying a word, his Alpha presence commanding silence.
“Do they all know me?” I asked, puzzled.
Connor confirmed, his ice-blue eyes glinting with pride. “Yes, they do” He then addressed the group.
“Continue your training.” they in an
The resounding “Yes, Alpha!” echoed again, and the group dispersed in an orderly fashion to resume their training.
“Let’s go, Livvy,” Connor said, continuing to lead me inside.
The main building of the Shadow Den was luxuriously and brightly decorated, resembling a high-end lodge. Crystal chandeliers shone brilliantly, murals depicting legendary wolf hunts hung on the walls, and the polished stone floor was so clean it reflected our images.
Connor led me into a private observation room. “Wait for me here,” he said. “The basement is dark, damp cold, and dirty, not a place for a future Luna. There are monitors in this room that can see the screens where the basement situation can be monitored.
The room was spacious, with the heating on, furnished with antique-style mahogany furniture and plush leather sofas. There were even desserts, fresh fruit, and hot herbal tea prepared on the mahogany round table.
Connor took my hands out of his coat pocket and rubbed them in his own, his Alpha warmth seeping into me. I’ve ordered my betas to prepare these refreshments. If you need anything else, they’ll bring it.”
I shook my head. “This is more than enough.”
Connor led me to the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the large screen display in front of us. After pressing a few buttons, the monitor showed the surveillance footage from the Shadow Den Basement. “That’s the basement, Connor said, his voice neutral.
The screen was divided into four smaller screens, showing different angles of the werewolf detention cells. On one of the screens, Vanessa’s face appeared.
My hand tightened, Cora bristling within me. I stared at the screen, slawing my breathing unconsciously. From another angle, Vanessa’s entire body could be seen. She was huddled in a corner, her hands and feet bound with silver-laced ropes, which would weaken her wolf. Her face was bruised, and her violet eyes were filled with terror and despair.
I pursed my lips, my jaw tense. I remembered how pure and innocent Vanessa had seemed when we first met, a skilled manipulator
And at the Crescent Moon Stables, Vanessa had called me “Sister Winters” so sweetly, asking me to tear her how to ride, only to falsely accuse me of deliberately trying to harm her by using her concealed steel brooch to spook Moonbeam the white mare.
Fortunately, Connor had not been fooled by Vanessa’s scheme.
My brow furrowed, amber eyes filled with confusion. “Why would she do those things? It seems unnecessary if it was just because she disliked me.”
Their formation was orderly, and they stood up straight, their postures exuding deference to their his chosen. Connor nodded indifferently, not saying a word, his Alpha presence commanding silenc
Do they all know me?” I asked, puzzled.
Connor confirmed, his ice-blue eyes glinting with pride. “Yes, they do.” He then addressed the group. “Continue your training.”
The resounding “Yes, Alphal” echoed again, and the group dispersed in an orderly fashion to resume their training.
“Let’s go, Livvy,” Connor said, continuing to lead me inside.
The main building of the Shadow Den was luxuriously and brightly decorated, resembling a high-end lodge. Crystal chandeliers shone brilliantly, murals depicting legendary wolf hunts hung on the walls, and the polished stone floor was so clean it reflected our images.
Connor led me into a private observation room. “Wait for me here,” he said. “The basement is dark, dampa cold, and dirty, not a place for a future Luna. There are monitors in this room that can see the screens where the basement situation can be monitored.”
The room was spacious, with the heating on, furnished with antique-style mahogany furniture and plush leather sofas. There were even desserts, fresh fruit, and hot herbal tea prepared on the mahogany round table.
Connor took my hands out of his coat pocket and rubbed them in his own, his Alpha warmth seeping into me. “I’ve ordered my betas to prepare these refreshments. If you need anything else, they’ll bring it.”
I shook my head. “This is more than enough”
Connor led me to the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the large screen display in front of us. After pressing a few buttons, the monitor showed the surveillance footage from the Shadow Den Basement. “That’s the basement,” Connor said, his voice neutral.
The screen was divided into four smaller screens, showing different angles of the werewolf detention cells. On one of the screens, Vanessa’s face appeared.
My hand tightened, Cora bristling within me. I stared at the screen, slewing my breathing unconsciously. From another angle, Vanessa’s entire body could be seen. She was huddled in a corner, her hands and feet bound with silver-laced ropes, which would weaken her wolf. Her face was bruised, and her violet eyes were filled with terror and despair.
I pursed my lips, my jaw tense. I remembered how pure and innocent Vanessa had seemed when we first met, a skilled manipulator
And at the Crescent Moon Stables, Vanessa had called me “Sister Winters” so sweetly, asking me to her how to ride, only to falsely accuse me of deliberately trying to harm her by using her concealed steel brooch to spook Moonbeam the white mare.
Fortunately, Connor had not been fooled by Vanessa’s scheme.
My brow furrowed, amber eyes filled with confusion. “Why would she do those things? It seems unnecessary if it was just because she disliked me.”
I don’t understand either, Connor replied, his expression hardening. Til ask her myself later lowered my eyes and hummed softly. Sitting on the sofa, my emotions unclear, I looked troubled
Connor squatted down in front of me, taking my hands in his, meeting my eyes. “Can you wait for me here obediently, Livvy? If you need anything, use the intercom to call my betas. I’m going to check the base
“Okay,” I replied, nodding slightly.
“Good girl,” Connor said, ruffling my hair before standing up and walking out.
Soon after, Connor’s figure appeared on the surveillance screen. He was standing three or four meters away from Vanessa, his Alpha presence radiating cold authority.
“Con! Con, you finally came to see me!” As soon as Vanessa saw Connor, she seemed to go crazy, crying loudly and trying to run towards him, her wolf whimpering pathetically.
Her voice was terribly hoarse, making her cries somewhat frightening. However, her hands and feet were tied with the silver-laced ropes, and the ropes were fixed to the iron gate next to her. Vanessa was tied up like a disobedient omega, with no dignity whatsoever.
Connor’s brow furrowed, his aura very cold.
Watching the screen, I heard the painful and longing “Con,” and understood everything in an instant. Vanessa liked Connor, perhaps even loved him with a twisted, obsessive passion.
I vaguely felt that Vanessa had done those things perhaps because of Connor, I held my breath, staring intently at the screen.
“Address me as Alpha Connor,” Connor demanded coldly.
When Vanessa heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed coldly. “Why can’t I call you that? Do you want me to call you brother?”
Vanessa’s expression was strangely distorted, and she laughed, her wolfish features contorting. “Calling you brother is fine too. I like brothers the most.”
Connor’s brow furrowed. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
“Of course, I know!” Vanessa shouted in a hoarse voice, her wolf’s desperation raw. “I like you! I love you! Con, haven’t you realized my feelings after all these years, how my wolf aches for you?”
(Frederick’s POV)
The abandoned warehouse loomed before us like a concrete tomb. Twenty-six floors of unfinished construction, rusted steel beams jutting out at dangerous angles. Perfect for what I had planned.
I watched as Marcus Blake and Vincent Torres dragged Olivia Winters up the crumbling staircase. Her amber eyes darted around frantically, taking in the decay and danger that surrounded us. The scent of rust, mold, and abandonment filled the air.
Her werewolf senses were clearly overwhelmed. I could see her nostrils flaring as she tried to process all the threatening scents. But the silver-laced ropes around her wrists were doing their job perfectly. Her supernatural strength was suppressed, leaving her as vulnerable as any human.
“Keep moving,” Marcus growled, shoving her forward when she stumbled.
I followed behind, savoring every moment of her fear. This was what the Rivers pack deserved. This was justice for twenty years of abandonment.
As we climbed higher, I noticed Olivia’s breathing becoming more labored. Not from exertion – her werewolf physiology should handle the climb easily even with the silver restraints. No, this was something else.
Fear of heights.
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