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The other enforcers flinched collectively, their wolves instinctively cowering beneath their skin.
“Useless! A bunch of useless things!” Dominic roared, his wolf snarling beneath the surface. “What are you all doing? You can’t even handle one female wolf!”
The airport security cameras captured his rage in silent witness as he paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
“How am I supposed to explain this to the Alpha?” he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury.
The beta enforcers lowered their heads submissively, their wolves whining in response to his dominant rage. None dared to speak, knowing any excuse would only fuel Dominic’s anger further.
“Find out where that plane is headed,” Dominic ordered, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “And get me everything on Vanessa Reed’s movements over the past month. Everything.”
The team scattered immediately, grateful for the opportunity to escape their leader’s wrath. Dominic remained alone, staring out the large windows at the runway where Vanessa’s plane had departed just minutes earlier.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID displayed “Alpha Rivers.” Dominic closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.
(Third person’s POV)
Thousands of miles away, Frederick Warner reclined against plush pillows, his naked body still glistening with sweat from recent exertion. Smoke curled lazily from the expensive Cuban cigar between his fingers, filling the bedroom with its rich aroma.
Beside him, Sophia Chen stretched like a contented cat, her porcelain skin contrasting beautifully with the dark silk sheets. Her slender fingers traced idle patterns across his chest as she nestled against him.
“Another call?” she murmured, her voice playful as she nodded toward the now-silent phone on the nightstand. “Is it another woman I should be jealous of?”
Frederick chuckled, the sound devoid of genuine warmth. He took a long drag from his cigar before answering.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he replied, stroking her chin with casual possessiveness. “Just business.
Sophia pouted prettily, her practiced expression designed to entice rather than annoy. “Business that calls so urgently in the middle of the night? It must be important.”
Frederick’s eyes hardened slightly as he gazed down at her. “It’s Vanessa Reed. A useful pawn in my game against the Rivers pack, nothing more.”
“The foster daughter you mentioned?” Sophia asked, her curiosity piqued. “The one obsessed with Connor
Rivers?”
Frederick nodded, flicking ash into a crystal tray beside the bed. “Her usefulness is coming to an end. Soon she’ll be as disposable as the others.”
Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “You don’t care about her at all?”
“Care?” Frederick laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “She’s a tool, nothing more. Your dog Snowball holds more value to me than Vanessa Reed.”
Reassured and flattered by his dismissal of potential competition, Sophia smiled seductively. Her hand slid lower beneath the sheets, eliciting an immediate response from Frederick.
“Then perhaps we should ignore the phone entirely,” she suggested, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Frederick crushed out his cigar and rolled toward her, his wolf stirring with renewed hunger. “Perhaps we should.”
Their bodies entwined once more, Frederick’s wolf possessively marking Sophia with his scent as the phone on the nightstand began to ring again, its urgent summons falling on deliberately deaf ears.
(Third person’s POV)
In the secure conference room of the Shadow Den, Connor Rivers stood with perfect stillness as he faced the large screen displaying the stern faces of Gerald and William Rivers. Dominic Reeves had just delivered his report on Vanessa’s escape, each word driving the tension in the room to new heights.
“She boarded a private flight to California,” Connor stated, his voice controlled despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. “We’re tracking the plane now.”
Gerald Rivers, his face appearing even more severe through the digital connection, leaned forward. The eldest Alpha of the Rivers bloodline might be advanced in years, but his presence remained formidable, his wolf’s dominance palpable even through the screen.
“This goes beyond simple betrayal,” Connor continued, his ice-blue eyes hard as steel. “Frederick Warner has orchestrated multiple crimes against our pack, including the murders of three wolves under our protection.”
William Rivers’ face darkened with shame and anger. “My son,” he muttered, the words bitter on his tongue. “My mistake.”
Gerald’s face turned a dangerous bluish tinge, his aging features contorting with fury. “A mistake you made over twenty years ago that continues to haunt this pack! I told you to handle the situation properly when that woman came to you with her pregnancy.”
William flinched visibly under his father’s verbal assault. “I sent thern away as you instructed.”
“Away, not dealt with!” Gerald snarled, his wolf’s rage evident in his flashing eyes. “And now look at the consequences of your weakness. Not only has your illegitimate son become our enerny, but the girl you and Katherine raised as your own has betrayed us all!”
Connor remained silent, observing the exchange with calculating eyes. His wolf paced restlessly within, eager for action rather than recrimination.
“You and Katherine failed spectacularly in raising that girl,” Gerald continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “What kind of parents create such a monster?”
William’s shoulders slumped under the weight of his father’s condemnation. “We gave her everything.” “Except boundaries, apparently,” Gerald snapped. “Now she’s allied herself with Frederick against her own pack. Against her own brother!”
Connor’s jaw tightened at the reference to his foster sister. The betrayal cut deep, but he pushed the personal pain aside, focusing instead on the strategic implications.
(Gerald’s POV)
I turned my attention to Connor, studying my grandson’s composed expression. Despite the chaos erupting around him, he maintained the steady control befitting an Alpha. My wolf approved, recognizing the strength of our bloodline continuing through him.
“What are your plans for dealing with Frederick?” I asked, my voice gruff with age but no less commanding. Connor met my gaze directly, a sign of respect rather than challenge. “We’ve already begun dismantling his latest project in California. It represents a significant investment of both time and resources.”
“The coastal resort development,” I nodded, recalling the intelligence reports. “A good target. It will cripple his operations in America.”
“We’ve arranged for permits to be revoked, investors to withdraw, and contractors to abandon the project,” Connor explained. “By the end of the week, he’ll have lost millions.”
I grunted in approval, but my wolf’s wisdom urged caution. “Frederick is unpredictable and ruthless. Don’t underestimate what he might do when cornered.”
“I won’t,” Connor assured me, his ice-blue eyes hardening with determination.
“You’re usually competent,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “But that impulsive act of shielding Olivia Winters from Vanessa’s attack nearly cost you your life. Silver wounds are no trivial matter.”
Connor’s expression remained impassive, but I could sense his wolf bristling beneath the surface. “I would make the same choice again.
“Your mate is important, but you risked the entire pack’s future with that move, I growled my authony, undiminished by age. “An Alpha must think beyond personal attachments.”
William shifted uncomfortably on screen, but wisely remained silent. This was between me and my grandson now.
“I understand,” Connor replied, his tone respectful despite the steel beneath his words. “But protecting her was necessary for the pack’s future as well as my own.”
I studied him for a long moment, weighing his words against his actions. My wolf recognized the truth in what he said-the mating bond between Alphas was not merely personal but essential to pack strength and continuity.
“You need full authority to handle this situation,” I decided, my voice taking on the formal cadence of pack ceremony. “The limitations of your current position restrict your ability to respond appropriately to threats of this magnitude.”
Connor’s eyes widened slightly, recognizing the significance of my words. William stiffened, his wolf instinctively resisting what was coming.
“I, Gerald Rivers, Elder Alpha of the Rivers bloodline, hereby transfer leadership of the Rivers pack to Connor Rivers, my grandson and heir,” I intoned, the ancient words carrying weight beyond mere formality. “From this moment forward, he shall be recognized as the true Alpha of our line, with all rights and responsibilities therein.”
The ceremonial words hung in the air, officially acknowledging Connor as the pack’s leader. William’s face tightened with resentment, but he remained silent, his wolf reluctantly submitting to the inevitable. “William,” I addressed my son directly, “you will not interfere with Connor’s actions as long as they adhere to pack principles and legal boundaries. Is that understood?”
William nodded stiffly. “Yes, Father.”
I could see him consoling himself with the knowledge that at least the power remained within our bloodline. His pride was wounded, but he would adapt-he had no choice.
(Olivia’s POV)
The snow fell in gentle flurries as I stepped out of the Moonlaw Legal Services building. The winter air bit at my exposed skin, and I pulled my coat tighter around me. My breath formed small clouds in the frigid evening air.
Connor’s luxury Cullinan SUV was already waiting at the curb, its sleek black exterior dusted with fresh snowflakes. The driver’s door opened, and Connor emerged, tall and commanding in his dark overcoat.
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