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 a

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

me, yet slaughtered my family without a second thought. And now he was trying to use a brainless

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

g down at him. My voice turned razor-cold and utterly steady. "My name is

e went dead si

n, sickening pale shock. "That's... that's impossible," Preston stammered, stumbling backward half a step. "Connor Harris? The

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

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

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

k into the