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away from Alpha Deckard, and word has already spread that the bonding ceremony didn’t happen.
glad Deckard reached out to 1 asking for help in finding her. The Bloodhan pack is notoriously difficult to infiltrate, and this is the opening that could Enver me. Ever since I handed Amica over to him. I’ve been trying to keep tabs on that pack and on Deckard himself, but they’ve kept me
my debes were cleaned when I sold her, but I had bigger ambitions. I applied for membership in the Apex Circle–a seat at the table of the powerful alphas–but I’ve heard nothing back. Not even a whisper.
lide. I’ve craved that land of power, that kind of recognition. The Apex Circle represents everything I’ve ever wanted influence, respect, and plant among line, they will be my fiends! But I’ve been overlooked, year after year. It infuriates me.
What do their members have the I don’t! What makes them so special? Iman alpha. I’ve led my pack with strength, claimed a Luna at the right time, and buih atlas. When I bonded with Amica. I thought for sure that would be my ticket in because her father had a bit of influence but the fool had de before I got what I wanted
Opportunity. If Amica has num, it creates chaos for Deckard and his pack. And chaos Chaos is where I thrive
If I odber 13 have leverage. Maybe even a way to worm my way further into the Bloodhane pack’s affairs—or at the very least, to get the recommendation so desire.
I have done everything in my power to gain a place in the Apex Circle, I even borrowed money just to afford the form and participate in every prveling challenge they required. Yet, not once was I chosen
But I fed to give up. Year after year, I clung to hope like it the only thing keeping me alive. It became my sole purpose, my driving force.
1jmedelne groups dedicated to training men for the Apex Circle, groups that cost a fortune to be part of I didn’t care–I paid the price willingly because they shared my ambition. In those circles. I met people who claimed to have insider knowledge about what it takes to be one of them, how to act, how to present oneself slowly. I molded myself into what I thought they wanted.
And yet they never saw me.
It infuriates me to no end. I
fired everything, drowning in debt to prove I was worthy, only to be overlooked time and time again. Each rejection felt like a dagger to the chest, and with every passing year, the debt piled higher, suffocating me under its weight.
The frustration began to consume me, to poison everything around me. Even the woman I called my wife became a source of irritation. What could she possibly do to help? She offered comfort–useless, hollow comfort. What good was that when it didn’t change a damn thing? Comfor doesn’t pay off debts or open doors into the Apex Circle. Comfort doesn’t erase the shame of my failures.
No. It was never enough.
She became a constant reminder of everything I lacked, of my inability to rise above. Her attempts to soothe me only deepened my anger. I didn’t need soothing I needed results. And when she couldn’t give me that, she became expendable
Selling her to Deckard was my way of curing my losses. It was a practical decision, one that brought me closer to clearing my debts and earning the resources to try again. But now that she’s gone missing? Maybe this is my second chance–my way to finally turn the tide in my favor
The last meeting I attended was when I overheard that the head of the Apex Circle, the most powerful alpha in Blackwater City, was searching for a woman of Wildthom blood–for a ransom, no less. At the time, I didn’t give it much thought. Why would Opportunities like that never aligned with my circumstances.
But then I got home, and there she was–Amica, sulking as usual. That constant mood of hers was unbearable, another thorn in my side. She had this audacity, this ridiculous idea that she could question the things I did, that she had a voice in how I ran my life. It’s why I keep slapping her back into reality. She need to remember her place.
She always gets mad, claiming I come home drunk too often. Then the denies me her bed, which is the best thing about her! She looks at me with that candicending line as I disgust her. Who does she think she is! My patience with her has worn thin. I do what I want, and she should be grateful to have a roof over her head.
After putting her in her place that night, I sought out better company–a woman who actually knows how to treat an alpha. But sleep wouldn’t come. My mind kept racing, thoughts swirling in the dark. That’s when it hit me like a lightning bolt
Amica–she’s of Wildthorn blood. Her mother’s heritage made that clear, even if she barely acknowledges it. How could I have forgotten crucul detail
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It was as if the Fates themselves whispered the realization into my ear. I had the key to everything I wanted, sitting right under my nose, and I’d bern blind to it
All this fir
time, she had what I needed, and she hid it from me? The sheer audacity. When I pieced it all together, I knew exactly what had to be done –and I did it without hesitation. My debts were paid, and for the first time in years, I felt like I was finally edging closer to my dream a seat at the Apex Circle
But I didn’t know she was going to his pack to become the Luns of the Bloodhane Pack. My own wife–my property–is now another man’s wife. I thought she’d be a tool, used for some bizarre ritual or twisted desire like a sex slave. We alphas have our peculiar tastes, after all. That’s what I expected. But no, it was something far different.
We all saw it that day. When Deckard hit her, claiming her as his Luna, his mate–his reaction said it all, I saw the bond in his eyes, the connection. How could this happen? How could my mate also be his mate!
Every time I think about it, it cuts deeper, like a wound that refuses to heal. But what can I do now? I already rejected her. She’s no longer my mate by the laws we follow
Still, it’s not all bad. The pain of losing her is outweighed by what I stand to gain. I keep reminding myself of that. I’ve made sacrifices for the greater good before, and this is no different.
by ultimate goal Genting into
Alpha Deckard knows me now I handed him his Luna on a silver platter. That connection alone brings me closer to my the Apex Circle will be as simple as spelling my name.
Let her play queen to his park–I’ll be sitting at the table with kings
Contrary to what I expected, I’ve been completely shut our of Alpha Deckard’s life. We should be allies by now–pals! After all, he has my ex–wife as his Luna. We share the same woman. Doesn’t that mean anything!
1 had no idea the fool was mateless all this time. How does someone without a mate command so much power and fear? If not for me–the one who made the ultimate sacrifice of rejecting my mate–be’d still be mateless And yet, after everything I did for him, I’m treated like some random outsider.
Even when I reminded him about my application to join the Apex Circle, he dismissed me. No acknowledgment, no favor, nothing
But now, Amica is missing. She’s run away from him, and suddenly, he needs me. Needs my help to find her.
This is my chance. I can’t let it slip through my fingers. If I and her first. I’ll have leverage–not just over her, but over him as well.
Without wasting time, I call my men and my Beti, Cameron. Together, we take off inward the Bloodbane Pack’s territory. Every second counts. If I get to her before anyone else does, I might finally get what I’ve worked so hard for
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the steering wheel tighter, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and excitement. Cameron’s words are a balms to desperation.
“Don’t worry, Dane, we’ll find her, he reassures me. “Tve already contacted some of my connections around the Bloodbane environs. There’s no way she can escape them”
I nod, my eyes sharp and focused, fixed on the road ahead. My desperation is etched into every muscle of my face. I push the car faster, my thoughts racing even faster than the engine. If this opportunity falls into my hands, I can finally reclaim what I deserve.
The sudden Cameron’s plone jars me from my plotting Cameron answers it swiftly
“Yes! Oh, yes! Where Wow! Okay, meet us at Billy Road. We’ll make the exchange there without interruptions. Thank you so much. We’re on our way!” he says, his voice brimming with excitement.
He ends the call and looks at me.
“What! Who was that?” I ask, my voice eager, my fingers clenching the wheel.
“My men” he says with a triumphant grin. They found her. Amica is with them”
“What? Are you sure?” I press, needing confirmation.
“It’s true,” he affirms. “They’re heading to Billy Road to hand her over. Let’s
get there!”
The words are music to my ears. Amica is within reach, and I can practically taste victory. My mind begins to churn with all the ways I use this to my advantage. Whatever happens next. I know one thing for sure–she’s mine to reclaim, and no one will stand in my way.
Islam my foot on the accelerator, the car roaring as we race toward Billy Road.