Chapter 4

The heavy silence in the ruined penthouse was broken only by Julian’s pathetic, wet coughing and Vivienne’s ragged breathing.

Kaelen stood utterly still for a fraction of a second, his mind racing through a thousand strategic calculations. The Vanguard Bloodline wasn't just old money; t

Chapter 5

The main lobby of the Obsidian Syndicate’s headquarters was an architectural marvel of black marble, towering glass, and brushed steel. Usually, it was a quiet, highly secured space for corporate titans and pack enforcers.

This morning, it was a circus.

Dozens of reporters, council em

Chapter 6

The subterranean archives of the Obsidian Syndicate were a sanctuary of silence, dust, and forgotten history. Far beneath the polished marble and blinding flashbulbs of the main lobby, the air down here was thick with the scent of aged parchment, leather bindings, and the quiet hum of cli