NB: Chap 105 to 107 have been edited.
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Chapter 106
~Author’s POV - Snow’s Study~
Snow sat at his desk, Dare Devil across from him, as they went over the latest reports. Maps and docunts lay scattered across the desk, detailing Ivan’s remaining resources, his network, and his hideouts. Everything was ticulously catalogued, ready for Snow’s next move.
"We’ll cut him off at every turn," Snow stated. "He’ll have nowhere to run."
Dare Devil nodded. "Our n are in place, monitoring his movents. It’s only a matter of ti."
Snow’s gaze hardened. "Good. Let him see what it feels like to be hunted."
A flicker of approval crossed Dare Devil’s face as he nodded. "Understood. Our forces are ready."
Snow’s phone buzzed with a ssage, drawing his attention. He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening as he read the words.
Ivan was making a desperate play, rallying his remaining n to stage a counterattack. But Snow was ready, his plans already in motion, leaving no room for Ivan to escape his fate.
With a final nod to Dare Devil, Snow rose. "Let’s finish this."
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~Zara’s POV~
I lay in the cool darkness, surrounded by the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue around the room.
The events of the past day had begun to fade into a hazy mory, leaving an oddly comforting quietness. I hadn’t expected to feel peace this soon, but sohow in Snow’s ho, I felt it.
A soft rustling at the door drew my attention, and I glanced over to see Snow slipping into the room. He wore nothing but loose grey shorts, his toned chest bare, muscles rippling in the low light.
My gaze drifted over the familiar lines and scars etched into his skin, each one telling a story I would never know. I had almost gotten lost in thought when the sharp tone of my phone’s ringtone pierced the silence, drawing both of our gazes.
Snow glanced at , his brow furrowing, and reached for my phone on the nightstand before I could react. His eyes flicked down to the screen, and he answered the call before I could say a word.
"Hello?"
On the other end of the line, I heard my brother’s voice, slightly muffled. "Zara? Are you alright?"
"It’s Snow," he said, his tone low, almost gentle. "Zara is safe, Elias. She’s recovering."
There was a beat of silence on the other end, and then a sigh of relief. "Thank you," Elias appreciated, his voice filled with gratitude and a hint of exhaustion. "I was... worried after what we heard. We tried tracing her but we lost."
"I understand," Snow replied, his gaze still fixed on the phone. "She’ll be alright. Just needs ti to rest."
After a few brief words exchanged between them, the call ended, and Snow set the phone back down. I let out a quiet breath, realizing I hadn’t even registered how worried Elias must have been.
When Snow turned back toward , his eyes held a strange mix of intensity and calm. "Elias was worried about you. Guess he’s not the only one."
I nodded, offering him a small smile. "Thanks. For everything."
"You’re welco," he murmured, his gaze still on , lingering a bit longer than usual. And before I could think to say anything else, he walked around to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers.
I felt my pulse quicken, and my eyes widened as he settled in beside , the warmth of his body radiating toward mine. "You’re... staying?"
"Yes," he said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Until you’re fully recovered, I’m not leaving you alone at night." His voice softened, his gaze eting mine. "I want to make sure you’re safe."
I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through —the mix of relief and sothing more difficult to na.
Just as I opened my mouth to say sothing, he continued, "Besides, I spoke with my father. He’s arranged for our pack healer to co by tomorrow and help clear the wolfsbane from your system."
His words caught off guard, and my eyes widened. "You knew?"
A faint smirk played at the corner of his lips. "It wasn’t hard to figure out. You’re not healing as quickly as you should, and I suspect you haven’t been able to communicate with Astrid, have you?"
I swallowed, the truth hanging between us. "No, I haven’t," I admitted softly. "I didn’t even know it was wolfsbane until..."
Snow’s expression softened, and he moved a fraction closer, his arm resting on the bed beside , the warmth of his body drawing in. "Then it’s ti we fixed that," he murmured, his voice low, almost intimate.
My eyes drifted over his face, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, and the way his hair fell just slightly over his brow.
This close, he was even more distracting. And judging by the smirk that appeared on his face, he knew exactly what effect he was having.
"Is this you being... considerate?" I asked, arching a brow, my voice teasing.
He leaned in just enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. "If that’s what you want to call it."
I chuckled softly, trying to hide the thrill that ran through at his words. But before I could respond, he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my cheek lightly.
The simple gesture was enough to send my heart racing, and I could tell by the glint in his eyes that he hadn’t missed the reaction.
"You’re still tense," he murmured, his gaze searching mine. "Do you want to leave?"
I bit my lip, weighing my options. Part of wanted to say yes, to reclaim the solitude I was used to. But a larger part of found comfort in his presence, a warmth that chased away the lingering shadows of the past few days.
"No," I said finally. "Stay."
A look of satisfaction flickered across his face, and he settled back against the pillows, his arm resting behind my head, drawing closer to his side. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin against mine.
"You know," he murmured, his voice teasing, "you’re free to admire all you want, but don’t pretend you’re not doing it."
I rolled my eyes, trying to fight back a smile. "Confident, aren’t you?"
"Only when I’m right," he replied smoothly, his gaze warm, and a playful glint in his eyes. "And that’s basically almost all the ti."
I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as the tension between us lted away.
It was strange, feeling this sense of ease with him after everything that had happened. But it felt right, in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
"Goodnight, Snow," I said softly.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my forehead in a surprisingly gentle gesture.
"Goodnight, Wifey," he murmured as I drifted off to sleep.
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~Dare Devil’s POV~
Across town, Dare Devil sat in a dimly lit room, his eyes focused on the multiple screens in front of him.
The footage of Zara’s kidnapping played on one monitor, each fra scrutinized. But he wasn’t watching to find out what happened—he already knew that. He was watching for sothing else, a detail, a clue that had gone unnoticed.
The door opened, and one of his n entered, carrying a file. "We found more information on Marcus’s known associates. Several of them have gone dark since Alpha Snow’s raid."
Dare Devil nodded, his gaze never leaving the screens. "Keep tracking. I want eyes on everyone connected to Marcus and Ivan. No one slips through."
The man nodded and left, leaving Dare Devil alone once again with his thoughts. He leaned back with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. This wasn’t just about following orders anymore. This was personal. Marcus and Ivan had made a fatal mistake. It was his duty to correct it for Snow.
As he watched the footage, a new thought ford. Snow had ordered him to stand down once they’d rescued Zara, but Dare Devil knew better than to ignore the loose ends. And if it ant stepping outside the lines a bit, so be it.
"Ti to clean house," he murmured to himself, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he began setting plans into motion.
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Ivan’s Hideout
In a hidden room sowhere deep within the city, Ivan sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the small phone in his hand. His fingers drumd against the table as he waited, his expression hard and unyielding.
The call he’d been expecting finally ca, and he lifted the phone to his ear. "Yes?"
"We have a problem," the voice on the other end said, clearly nervous. "Snow... he’s targeting your contacts, one by one. Marcus was just the beginning."
Ivan’s jaw tightened, fury flaring in his eyes. "Of course he is," he spat. "Snow won’t stop until he’s taken everything. But I’m not about to let him win."
There was a pause on the line, the silence filled with tension. "What are your orders?"
Ivan’s gaze darkened, his mind racing through his options. "Regroup. We’ll take back control, but we’ll do it on my terms. And if Snow wants a war... we’ll give him one."
With that, he ended the call, his mind already formulating the next steps.
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