forcheel. The pale wat uinteämble, redining from my vore to every vetremity. and Adrien together in somial aliport botel, Rer body wilthing beneath his. The very thoug
-pain interalied, like molten metal poured directly into my veins. My vision Hhimed, and I could hear my wif’s anguished howls rehning inside by scending all this wat to saợt hơn, this was hime she repaid me? By sleeping with another Alpha? The betrayed cut deeper then any knife.
“Sirt Are you alright? An alport employer rashed over, concerti etched on his face. Do you need medical assistance?‘
Tim fine. I growled through gritted teeth. Leave me alone.”
But the employer was already on his phone, calling for help. Wishin mites, medical staff arrived with a wheelchair and equipment.
“Sir, we need to check your vitals,” a paramedic said. “Your symptoms could indicate a serious cindiac event.
¶ don’t have time for this,” I protested, spotting my boarding infonuation on the display. “My flight in boarding now.”
I’m sorry, but we can’t let you board in this condition,” the paramedic insisted. “We need to run some tests first.
“You don’t understand.” I argued, my voice rising. “I have to get back for the election. It’s crucial.”
The sport stat exchanged confused glances at my mention of the election
“Sir, are you on any medications?” one asked cautiously. “Or have you taken any substances that might explain your behavior?”
I realized how I must look to these humans–sweating, in pain, talking about wolf hierarchies. “I’m fine,” I repeated, struggling to control my temper.
“Security,” the first employer called, waving over two uniformed officers. “We have a situation here,”
“Sir, we’re going to need you to come with us for a quick screening, one officer said firmly, “I’s:
› standard procedure when passenger display concerning symptoms.”
This is ridiculous,” I snarled, standing up despite the pain. “Im not on drugs. I need to catch my flight:
“Then the screening will be quick, the second officer said, stepping closer. “But you’re not boarding any plane until we’re certain you’re not a threat to yourself or other passengers.”
wanted to roar with frustration. I couldn’t shift or reveal my true nature to these humans. I had no choice but to comply with their drug testing and health screening
“Fine, I spat, “Make it fast.
They led me to a small room near security where a technician took blood and urine samples. The whole process was humiliating–being treated like a common drug addict when I was the son of an Alpha, soon to compete for the title of Alpha King
An hour later, after being cleared by their medical team, I rushed to rebook my flight, missing my original one entirely. The airline staff seemed reluctant to help after the earlier commotion, moving with deliberate slowness as they processed my new ticket.
When I finally landed in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a notification from Elder Selene announcing that the competition would be postponed by three days.
It had to be Adrian pulling strings behind the scenes! I never thought the always–principled Elder Sellene would thing had never happened before in our history.
adjust the election schedule for him. Such a
“Fuck!” I kicked a nearby trash can, sending it Dying across the terminal. Several travelers jumped, staring at me in alarm. Airport security started moving in my diction
Why did Adrian always get what he wanted?
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4ha fourbed a terrible impression of him. Maybe because he looked in mich the Kane, with the idme
a codile, my guard went in even more. But perhaps I’d judged too harshly. He wa
Malener, but didn’t’reen completely unpriechoded
I open the storage room door, keeping Skye protected in the curve of my arm. The smell of blood and sweat hit me immediately, Inside the dimly th Đôm, Ryder was del Wing another pinch in Victor’s stomach, the sound of flesh hitting fesli echoing off the concrete walls.
Vent was thoroughly tied to a metal chair belted to the floor, his face already swollen and bloody. His Frostbadow Pack tattoo was visible on his forearm.
“Hold up,” 1 called to Ryder, who stepped back immediately, seiping blood from his knuckles onto his jeans. I approached Victor slowly, my Alpha presence Tilling the small room. “You were a Frostshadow in. Why come after me and my Beta? If Maxwell threatened you or has leverage over your family, just hell me. I can help.
Victor spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor, the red splatter landing near my boots. His eyes burned with hatred as he looked up at me. This has nothing to do with Alpha Maxwell,” he snarled through swollen lips. And I never intended to hurt your pretty Beta, Blame her had lock for becoming yours.”
I felt Skye tense beside me but kept my focus on Victor. “I don’t even know you. Why would you want me dead?”
Victor laughed harshly, the sound rattling in his chest. “Yeah, the high and mighty Alpha’s son wouldn’t remember someone from the slums, would he? That’s exactly why you deserve to die!”
My patience evaporated. I grabbed his throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make him struggle for breath, my claws slightly extending. “Cut the cryptic bullshit. Say what you need to say, and maybe I’ll consider giving you a clean death.”
The venom in Victor’s eyes shifted to something more melancholic as I loosened my grip. His next words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Do you remember Nadia?” he asked, his voice suddenly quiet. “I’m her mate.”
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