Chapter 5

The main lobby of the Obsidian Syndicate’s headquarters was an architectural marvel of black marble, towering glass, and brushed steel. Usually, it was a quiet, highly secured space for corporate titans and pack enforcers.

This morning, it was a circus.

Dozens of reporters, council em

Chapter 6

The subterranean archives of the Obsidian Syndicate were a sanctuary of silence, dust, and forgotten history. Far beneath the polished marble and blinding flashbulbs of the main lobby, the air down here was thick with the scent of aged parchment, leather bindings, and the quiet hum of cli

Chapter 7

Julian froze, his hand hovering mere inches from Elara’s arm.

The oppressive, suffocating weight of an Apex Alpha’s aura slammed into the aisle like a physical wall of force. The sheer pressure of it forced Julian’s knees to buckle slightly, the injured joint beneath his medical brace p