Chapter: 17*******The moon cast its radiant silver rays upon the starry sky, bestowing a gentle glow upon the landscape. The once dark green grass appeared as if it had been transformed from emeralds and diamonds into rubies. A serene breeze swept through the forest clearing, causing the leaves on the trees to sway in harmony, resembling the graceful movements of a ballerina's skirt. The distant melodies of birdsong echoed through the air, as if heavenly creatures had descended upon the forest. Tranquility enveloped the surroundings.However, this peaceful evening was destined to be short-lived. The silence was abruptly shattered by a piercing screech emanating from the bushes. A large figure emerged, seemingly fleeing from an unseen threat. The cacophony startled several small animals, causing them to dart away in fear. Amidst the chaos, a lone fox remained motionless, defying the instinct to flee. Its audacity intrigued the crimson eyes that silently observed from the underbrush.
Chapter: 18********("Are any of you detecting that scent?") Kurt's voice resonated in their consciousness through the link. Tricc couldn't help but wonder how they were all able to detect the scent despite their physical distance from one another. ("Anyone?")The words of their Birth Omega lingered in Tricc's thoughts, echoing like a haunting drumbeat: "When one link dies, the others die." Could it be possible that the one who held their very souls captive was none other than him? It seemed logical, considering their lack of vitality since his rejection. They had struggled to find their place in a world they were destined to dominate, living in constant fear and unease. Their lives had been nothing short of misery since that fateful night. No matter how they tried to downplay it, the profound impact of Dirk's rejection was evident in their daily existence.How could one Lion hold the fate of all six Lycgers in the palm of his hand, effortlessly controlling them as if they were insig
Chapter: 19*******With a loud groan, the man on the bed tossed and turned, abruptly shooting up into a seated position as if jolted by an electric shock. His gaze swept across the room, disoriented as if awakening in an unfamiliar place that was not his own bedroom. His heart pounded in his chest, and beads of sweat streamed down his face, despite the room not being particularly warm. The season wasn't hot, and he had an air conditioner in his room, negating any possibility of feeling overheated. Yet, his face glistened with perspiration, akin to a downpour of rainwater.It felt as though he had emerged from a terrible nightmare, the kind that blurs the line between reality and dreams. What occurred last night was undeniably real, yet a part of him clung to the notion that it was a mere figment of imagination—a horrendous dream. He had come face to face with Seth, but why did Seth look at him like that? It was as if the past eighteen years hadn't happened, as if he hadn't rejected t
Chapter: 20*******A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to snap, "What?!" Bogo stood behind the closed door, responding without entering the room."Your meeting is scheduled for ten, Boss," he informed him calmly. The Boss had been in a foul mood since their return last night, issuing an order that no one should enter his room without permission. Bogo worried for his well-being but understood the need to respect his boundaries. After all, Dirk was their leader, and Bogo was merely his chief bodyguard, someone Dirk trusted with his life. But even Bogo recognized his place. He couldn't deny that the sight of their Boss last night had unsettled him slightly. In all the years he had served by Dirk's side, he had never seen him afraid of anything, not even when surrounded by death and those who sought his demise. Yet, last night, Dirk had been visibly shaken, his voice trembling as he commanded their retreat.What Bogo couldn't comprehend, however, was how the person who
Chapter: 21*******As Dirk absentmindedly scrolled through his emails, his attention was soon captured by a message from an unknown sender. The subject line simply read: 'Remember me?' Intrigued, he tapped on the email and began to read the contents. It was a short message, but its words cut right through him.'Dirk, my love, it's been too long. I can still remember the scent of your skin, the taste of your lips. I can't help but wonder if you still remember me and if you still feel the same. I've missed you, my sweet Alpha.'Dirk's heart sank as he recognized the name at the conclusion of the email. It was a name he had hoped would never resurface: Floridia.Anger and frustration surged within him. How had Floridia managed to locate him after all these years? He had done everything conceivable to erase that chapter of his past, to distance himself from the anguish and heartbreak. Yet, here it was, resurfacing at the most inopportune moment. She had forsaken him and departed with ano
Chapter: 22********Dirk swiftly consumed the liquid in one gulp, prompting Bogo to refill his glass. As he drank, Dirk turned to Pedro, his consigliere, and inquired, "What are your thoughts on their proposal?"Pedro paused, carefully considering Dirk's question before responding, "They appear to be genuine in their intentions. If this partnership materializes, the potential rewards could be substantial. It is not every day that we receive an offer of this magnitude, especially from a reputable organization like Sayrell. It seems they are truly invested in this project, which suggests they are offering something of considerable value."Dirk chuckled, discerning a hint of reservation in Pedro's tone. "Yet, you do not seem overly enthusiastic about it."Pedro raised his glass, offering a subtle gesture of contemplation. "I am merely being cautious, boss. While the idea intrigues me, I also value practicality. Sayrell's proposal strikes me as ambitious, and I wonder about the feasibili
Chapter: 23********Dirk arrived at the mansion of Southingfield's corrupt politician, Dante Klien. Their relationship was built on a favor Dirk had done for Dante, ensuring his escape from imprisonment and securing his position as the Mayor of Southingfield. In return, Dante had promised to pay a substantial sum for Dirk's protection.However, weeks had passed, and Dante had failed to fulfill his end of the bargain. His newfound power as the mayor had filled him with a sense of pride, blinding him to the debt he owed to the man who had put him in that position. Dirk's patience had worn thin, and he decided it was time to remind Dante of his place.Dirk carried his trusty walking cane, crafted from solid hardwood. It symbolized power and authority. His intention was clear—either Dante would pay his debt or suffer the consequences.As Dirk stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, his eyes scanned the lavish surroundings. Gilded chandeliers cast a warm glow over the opulent d
Chapter: 24********The grand ballroom of the prestigious New Dodgeborough hotel bustled with activity as the city's annual event was set to commence. The room was adorned with magnificent decorations, and sparkling chandeliers casting a warm glow over the attendees. The air was thick with anticipation as prominent figures from various sectors of society mingled, their conversations filled with whispers of political intrigue and power plays.Dirk, dressed immaculately in a tailored suit, made his entrance into the ballroom alongside Bogo and Pedro who had arrived even before they did. Heads turned in his direction, and whispers of his name rippled through the crowd. As the Boss, his presence commanded attention and respect, even in the midst of the city's elite.The council members, aware of Dirk's request, had arranged for a press conference to be held during the event. The stage was set, microphones at the ready, and a backdrop displaying the seal of New Dodgeborough. The anticipat