In Selene’s dingy safe house, Raja hovered over the unconscious Elder Alia, whom he’d lulled to sleep with a Telepathy nudge, drawing her blood with a syringe like a vampire nurse.
He secured the vials in Maya’s inventory, muttering, "Elder juice, check."
anwhile, Selene sped through London’s streets, oblivious to a black van tailing her.
Inside, Singe, the Lycan scientist, barked orders to a tactical squad, their guns loaded for Raja, desperate to reclaim Michael Corvin, whom they believed he’d kidnapped.
Selene burst into the safe house, freezing at the sight of Raja painting Alia’s nails bubblegum pink while she snoozed.
Her mouth twitched, torn between rage and disbelief. "Raja, what the hell? That’s Elder Alia!"
she yelled, waking Alia, who jolted upright, shrieking, "Where am I?" Raja, unfazed by Selene’s fury, grabbed her and planted a forceful kiss, lting her anger like butter.
Their lips locked, souls syncing, until Alia’s loud throat-clearing broke the spell.
Blushing, Selene knelt, "Elder Alia, I’m so sorry for this shaful display. This is Raja, my human mate. He didn’t know who you were—he kidnapped you."
Alia, amused, waved it off, "No kidnapping here. Your mate saved from a Lycan horde at the station."
Selene’s eyes softened, gratitude flooding as she shot Raja a look promising a "reward" later.
Raja, milking the mont, spun his tale: "I tailed Soren from the mansion, saw them waiting for soone in Train station, Then Miss Alia and her gang ca on a train and ready to depart the train, then Lycans ambushed Alia and her gang, Soren’s crew just watched—Like that they arranged the Ambush for Miss Alia. As for can’t leave sobody in danger Like a prince saving a damsel, I swooped in, brought her here using your mory of safe house."
Selene’s jaw dropped, dots connecting: "Kraven." Before she could strategize, heavy footsteps echoed below.
Raja, peeking through the floor, spotted Singe and his ard Lycans creeping up, guns blazing.
MAYA: "Master, you’re a walking Lycan magnet."
Raja slamd the door shut, snagged Selene’s Desert Eagle, and checked the clip—liquid silver nitrate rounds. "Jackpot," he grinned, shoving Selene behind him. C
ranking his Telepathy to max, he tracked the Lycans’ shadows and footsteps, firing through the door with sniper precision.
One bullet, one headshot, each Lycan dropping like a sack of furry potatoes.
Singe, wounded but alive, groaned.
Raja swung the door open, dragging the scientist to Selene.
Singe, clutching his arm, gasped, "What kind of monster are you?"
Raja’s smile was pure nace: "The kind you pray never finds you. Selene, take this creep to the mansion—evidence to rally the coven. I’ll surrender to the Lycan lookouts, infiltrate their den, and send you the address via Telepathy."
Selene protested, "Too risky!" but Raja’s charm—and a steamy goodbye kiss—won her over.
He leapt out the window, nailing a superhero landing, and strolled to a police car with two Lycans inside.
Sliding into the backseat, he chirped, "Heard Lucian’s looking for . Disarm , boys, let’s roll!"
The Lycans, baffled by his casual surrender, frisked him and sped to the den.
Selene and Alia, stunned by Raja’s bold, goofy strategy, trusted his plan and raced to the mansion with Singe in tow.
MAYA: "Master, you’re playing chess with a sledgehamr."
anwhile, Soren, limping from Raja’s train blast, phoned Kraven, spilling the Alia fiasco.
Kraven, panicking, bolted from the mansion, leaving his sches in shambles.
At the coven, Selene and Alia marched Singe before Viktor, who lood like a fanged gargoyle. "Alia, a pleasure to finally et you after a long ti, but Selene, you defy orders for that human monkey and drag this filthy dog here?" he snarled.
Alia cut in, "That human saved from death, Viktor. Show respect."
Viktor, shocked, barked, "Assassination? Who dared?"
Selene laid it bare: "Kraven plotted Alia’s death with Lycans, allied with Lucian for centuries. Raja saved her." Alia nodded, confirming.
Viktor roared, " Who’s there Capture Kraven and drag him here!"
Erica, eavesdropping, piped up, "My Lord, traitor Kraven fled 30 minutes ago!"
Viktor’s bellow shook the chandeliers.
Selene squeezed Singe, demanding, "Why target Michael?"
Singe, wincing, spilled the lore: "In the 5th century, Alexander Corvinus caught a plague virus, mutated by the ’Corvinus Strain,’ making him the first Immortal. His twin sons, William and Marcus, beca the first werewolf and vampire after bites. The third son, mortal, passed a dormant virus to descendants like Michael Corvin." Viktor, Selene, and Alia gaped.
Singe continued, "Michael’s blood, mixed with vampire and Lycan blood, creates a triple-bloodline hybrid. Lucian plans to inject it, evolve, and wipe you out."
Viktor, enraged at the "abomination," punched Singe’s skull, killing him instantly. T
urning to Selene, he vowed, "Kraven dies."
He rallied the coven, ordering a full-scale assault on the Lycan den, war drums pounding.
Selene, heart racing, awaited Raja’s telepathic ping, ready to storm the den and end Lucian’s sche.
MAYA: "Master, you’ve lit the fuse on a supernatural powder keg!"
To Be Continued...
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