ontgome

ss the polished marble tables of the cafe, a stark contrast to the memor

floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Apex Metro central plaza. The coat was an off-the-rac

ee, letting the bitterness coat my tongue wh

loose ponytail. And most importantly, a

lled like nothing more than wet cardboard and h

, to suppress the dormant white wolf bloodline within me. In this world, being wolfless was considered a curse, a genetic defect where

three years ago. The girl sitting here today was Azura

ll-dressed human businessmen were

y at the door. "Baron Guerra is trying to arrange a marriag

als what the Montgomerys used to have before..." The man stopped, his face paling as he quickly looked around. "Are you crazy?

he already has a family. Baron didn't believe a word of it and demanded he bring this supposed family to the Council meeting. If the

. Baron wouldn't dare raise his voice at Connor Harris, let alone unleash his w

ndle the rebel uprisings, he was forced to prop up another faction, Harris Enterprise. But Connor Harris grew too pow

timeline and assumed he must be an ancient, weathered man. Claiming to be his newly found daughte

the cafe entrance g

ee aroma like raw sewage. It was a heavy, mutated odor of stagnant swamp

ady knew the heavy, dragging

on Fo

a Montgomery guardian had torn Preston's left arm off at the shoulder before going down. Now, dishonorably disch

ving a young human barista against the esp

terror, their scent spiking with sharp, sour adrenaline. Normal

the terrified patrons. His greasy gaze swept acr

ng the air with e

ts clomping across the polished hardwood as h

y shoulders relaxed. I simply looked up at him, my expres

loshing dark liquid onto the white porcelain. The dirty tactical bandages wra

otten breath washed over my face. "A wolfless rat. How did a piece of geneti

ghter. Around the cafe, human patrons quickly gathered their bags and scr

or-sharp, and completely devoid of fear. "Or are you

cafe went d

d-chuckle, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

e thick blue earthworms. The loss of his arm was the single greatest humiliation of his

bitch," he hissed t

allic scrape, he drew an eight-inch combat blade. The edge w

driving the blade straight towar

racticed twist, and slammed his forearm down onto the edge of the marble table. The bon

wrist as he stumbled backward. "Just wai

iting," I s

oking down at him. My voice turned razor-cold and utterly steady. "My

e went dead si

den, sickening pale shock. "That is impossible," Preston stammered, stumbling backward half a step. "Connor Harris? The Bloo

elieve a wolfless stray like me would dare to publicly claim a connection to him in the middle of Apex Metro if it weren't absolutely true? If

d already retreated toward the do

at no Pack dared provoke. The billionaire CEO of Harris Enterprise was a legendary Lycan Alpha, a creature belonging to an immortal, upright-wal

red burned in his eyes, but pure, ani

ering to pick up his expensive silver blade. He shoveled his compa

em vanish do

a daring patron from the adjac

ed, staring at me with awe. "Did y

rayed coat, my posture radiated an undeniable, regal grace t

ra? But... that name is

in my eye. "I have had this name for over a decade. Am I supp

eel and walked out of the heavy glass doors of t

woman he murdered was about to walk right into his trap, treating him like a mouse in a

orthern skyline, the obsidian skyscraper of Harris E

this city could possibly refuse, the Tears of the Moo

k into the