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Chapter 146

    <b>Chapter </b>146


    <b>-Alex’s </b>POV-


    <b>I </b>pushed open the doors <b>of </b>mypany and <b>was </b>met with a <b>wave </b>of hushed silence. Heads swiveled in my direction, a mixture of curiosity and nervous energy clinging to the air. The human–<b>werewolf </b>war that had been raging for weeks had finally settled into an uneasy truce. The constant skirmishes and open hostility had subsided, reced by a tense awareness. Humans, it seemed, finally understood the truth we weren’t just snarling <b>beasts </b>in the night, we <b>were </b>capable of being the very monsters they <b>feared</b>.


    –


    Back when the war was <b>at </b>its <b>peak</b>, my buildings had taken a physical beating. Broken windows, shattered ss, the asional stray Molotov cocktail – the <b>cost </b>of being a prominent werewolf billionaire. Everything had been repaired, of course<b>, </b>but the scars remained, a stark reminder of the animosity that simmered just beneath the surface<b>.</b>


    The headquarters itself had taken the brunt of the damage, both physical and emotional. When the news broke about my dual nature, <b>a </b>significant portion of the workforce had walked. The ones who remained, however, were a different breed.The nervous fluttering of their eyelids and the way they tried to appear engrossed in their work told a different story. These were the smart ones, the ones who understood that discretion <b>was </b>the better part of valor.


    Ignoring the subtle tension, I strode towards my office, a newfound swagger in my step. My rtionship with Amaya had been a revtion. It had unearthed a confidence I hadn’t even known I <b>possessed</b>. Sure, I’d always been a bit of an arrogant asshole, but now? <b>Now</b>, I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought.


    There was a vulnerability to it<b>, </b>of course. The absence of my wolf was <b>a </b>constant weight on my shoulders<b>, </b>a missing piece that gnawed at the edges of my being. But despite the <b>fear </b>that sometimes crept in at night, a sense of empowerment overshadowed it all. It <b>was </b><b>a </b>strange feeling, this confidence without fangs and ws.


    “Mr. Thorne, I didn’t expect you to be here today,” Ruth greeted me, rising from her seat. She was one of the smart ones, no, that wasn’t quite right. Ruth wasn’t just smart, she was loyal. A genuine smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of surprise <b>cross </b>her features. Before she could respond, Iunched into the reason for my unexpected visit.


    “I need everything,” I dered, my voice firm. “Every record of every transaction, iing and outgoing, for the past <b>six </b>months. All <b>deals</b>, all contracts – I want it all on my desk, ASAP.”


    My bluntness seemed to snap her out of her daze. She nodded briskly, a hint of efficiency returning to her gaze. “Of course<b>, </b>Mr. Thorne. I’ll it right <b>away</b>.”


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    With <b>a </b>curt nod of acknowledgement, I retreated to the familiar confines of my office. Settling into the plush leather chair behind the mahogany <b>desk</b><b>, </b><b>a </b>frown <b>creased </b>my forehead. The pieces weren’t fitting together. If Ivan had been working in the shadows for so long, pulling strings and manipting events, and now Adrian <b>was </b>inexplicably targeting mypany, there had to be a connection. Somewhere<b>, </b>somehow<b>, </b>they’d found a <b>way </b>to exploit a <b>weakness </b>in my defenses.


    Normally, my first instinct would be to charge headfirst into the fray, fists zing. But Ivan <b>was </b>different. <b>He </b>was a master maniptor<b>, </b><b>a </b>puppet <b>master </b>who had turned me into a pawn in his twisted game for far too long. This time, I needed to be more than a pawn. I needed to be a <b>yer</b><b>, </b>a <b>force </b>to <b>be </b>reckoned with.


    The <b>frustration </b>of it all simmered beneath the <b>surface</b>. Without my wolf, <b>I </b>felt iplete<b>, </b>a fraction of the man I once <b>was</b><b>. </b><b>As </b><b>if </b>on <b>cue</b><b>, </b>my phone rang, shattering the tense silence. <b>A </b>quick nce at the <b>screen </b>confirmed the <b>caller </b><b>– </b>Vargas<b>. </b><b>A </b>sigh immediately escaped my lips.


    <b>“</b><b>Vargas</b>,” <b>I </b><b>answered</b>, “Did <b>you </b>find something<b>?</b><b>”</b>


    <b>“</b><b>A </b><b>greeting </b>would be nice<b>, </b><b>you </b>know,” <b>Vargas </b>answered in a dry tone, the <b>exasperation </b>evident <b>even </b>through the phone.


    <b>“</b><b>Hello </b><b>to </b><b>you</b><b>, </b><b>Vargas</b><b>,</b>” I mirrored his tone. Dislike still lingered for the man, but <b>necessity </b>had bred a grudging <b>respect</b>. We’d foundmon ground, <b>a </b><b>mutual </b>understanding that transcended hierarchy. I’d made it official: Vargas was no longer struggling to <b>feel </b>like <b>a </b>glorified right–hand <b>man</b>. Now<b>, </b>the <b>question </b>hung <b>heavy </b>in the <b>air</b>. “Did <b>you </b>find one?”


    “Finding one isn’t the problem<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>Vargas </b>sighed. “Finding one willing to do <b>a </b><b>favor </b>for a <b>werewolf</b><b>, </b><b>that’s </b>the <b>issue</b>. Witches <b>generally </b>despise <b>our </b>guts.” Frustration bubbled up inside <b>me</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>I need <b>a </b><b>witch</b><b>, </b><b>Vargas</b>, and I need one now.”


    Another sigh <b>escaped </b>his end of the line<b>. </b>“<b>Maybe </b><b>if </b><b>you </b>told me why<b>, </b><b>we </b>could <b>explore </b><b>alternatives</b><b>.”</b>


    <b>There </b><b>was </b>no <b>way </b><b>in </b><b>hell </b>I was spilling <b>the </b><b>beans </b><b>about </b>my missing <b>wolf</b>. <b>We </b>might <b>have </b><b>found </bmon <b>ground</b><b>, </b>but <b>Vargas </b>still harbored ambitions for <b>the </b><b>alpha </b>position<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Just </b>do <b>whatever </b><b>you </b><b>can </b><b>to </b><b>locate </b><b>one</b><b>, </b><b>I </b><b>instructed</b>. <b>“</b><b>Use </b><b>any </b><b>means </b><b>necessary</b>. <b>Persuading </b><b>her </b><b>to </b>help will be my problem. Do <b>you </b>understand<b>?</b><b>”</b>


    He <b>grunted </b><b>out </b><b>a </b><b>reply</b><b>, </b><b>a </b><b>reluctant </b><b>eptance </b><b>of </b><b>my </b><b>forceful </b><b>request</b>. <b>Just </b><b>as </b>I <b>was </b><b>about </b><b>to </b>end the <b>call</b><b>, </b>another <b>piece </b>of information dropped into <b>my </b><bp</b><b>. </b>“McCall’s dered himself alpha <b>of </b>the <b>merged </b><b>packs</b>,” Vargas announced.


    My <b>finger </b><b>hovered </b><b>over </b>the end <b>button</b><b>, </b><b>momentarily </b>halting the <b>call</b><b>. </b>The <b>news </b><b>wasn’t </b><b>entirely </b><b>unexpected</b>. Whatever game he <b>was </b>ying, <b>he </b><b>needed </b>a <b>lot </b><b>of </b><b>power </b><b>for </b>it <b>but </b>that still threw a <b>wrench </b>into <b>the </b><b>n</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>What <b>about </b><b>Stone</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>pressed.


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    “<b>Last </b>I heard, he was incapacitated,” <b>Vargas </b><b>replied</b>.


    The words hung <b>heavy </b>in the <b>air</b><b>. </b>Ivan was good, good enough to operate under the <b>radar </b>for this long. <b>Now</b>, he had thebined strength of <b>two </b><b>packs </b>at his <b>disposal</b>. This wasn’t good. Not good <b>at </b>all.


    <b>“</b>Thorne<b>? </b>You still <b>there</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>Vargas</b>‘ <b>voice </b>broke through my troubled thoughts.


    <b>“</b>Yeah,” <b>I </b>responded, my <b>voice </b>firmer <b>now</b><b>. </b>“More than <b>ever</b><b>. </b>Find me that witch. Any means necessary. Understood?”


    The <b>seriousness </b>in my tone seemed to convey the urgency of the situation. “Any means <b>necessary</b>,” He echoed, a grim determinationcing his <b>voice</b><b>.</b>


    The call ended <b>just </b><b>as </b>Ruth entered my office<b>, </b><b>a </b><b>stack </b>of documents piled high in her arms. The weight of the situation settled on my shoulders as <b>I </b>gestured for her to <b>ce </b>the files on my desk. Sifting through financial records wouldn’t solve the problem at hand, but it was <b>a </b><b>start</b>. Somewhere buried in those papers, there had to be a clue<b>, </b>a hidden transaction, a thread that would lead me to Ivan and Adrian. The clock was ticking, and the <b>stakes </b>had never been higher<b>. </b>The future of mypany, the safety of my pack <b>– </b>everything hinged on finding the source of this new threat. And maybe, just maybe, on finding a way to get my wolf back.


    I dove headfirst into the paperwork<b>, </b>each document a puzzle piece waiting to be slotted into ce. My eyes scanned line after line, searching for any anomaly, any discrepancy that might offer a glimpse into Ivan’s machinations. If they had found a way to infiltrate mypany, this <b>was </b>where the evidence would lie a hidden transaction, <b>a </b>suspicious use, anything out of the ordinary. This <b>was </b>just the beginning, whatever Adrian was doing. I had a feeling in my gut, <b>a </b>primal instinct honed by years of navigating the treacherous world of business and power struggles.


    Time blurred <b>as </b>I became <b>engrossed </b>in the financial maze. The world outside my office <b>ceased </b>to <b>exist</b><b>, </b>reced by the rhythmic rustle of turning <b>pages </b>and the relentless hum of concentration. It was the insistent buzz of my phone that finally yanked me back to reality. An unknown number shed on the <b>screen</b>, but a jolt of intuition ran through me.


    I knew.


    With a deep breath, I answered the call. Silence greeted me for a moment, then a familiar voice,ced with a sickeningly sweet amusement, filled <b>my </b><b>ear</b><b>.</b>


    “Alex,” Ivan drawled. “I don’t think we’ve had the opportunity to discuss things man to man.”


    Before <b>I </b>could respond, a text message popped up on theptop screen in front of me. It was a picture, <b>a </b>clear image of Ivan holding a bottle of whiskey aloft, the background unmistakably the living room of my own house.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Then Ivan spoke again, “Join me for some whiskey, Alex


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