Wolfe Pact

r the sterile yet sophisticated sanctuary Lucas had provided. The minimalist apartment, with its sleek lines and polished surf

an article prominently featuring Thomas Black. Her ex-fiancé's smug, handsome face stared back at her, a polished veneer concealing the ruthless manipulator benea

miling for the camera with practiced charm, each calculated gesture fueling the fury simmering within Sky. They looked triumphant, untouched by the chaos th

d into something far more dangerous clear-eyed, ruthless resolve. They had stripped her of everything: her reputation, her freedom, her dreams.

d silently and unseen during her imprisonment, a secret fortress protected by layers of encryption and subterfuge. H

d influence, connections, and alliances in the physical world. Lucas Storm, steadfast and brilliant

d before decisively typing a name she'd heard

thoughtfully at the information on the screen, her pulse quickening not from fear, but from anticipation. Approaching Wolfe directly posed im

s CEO of Aurion that no one knew about. All delivered to a virtual address that Lucas managed. They were invitations to exclusive galas a

ling herself publicly, even partially, was a dangerous gamble, but it was time

prawling beneath her, the lights twinkling like distant promises. Doubts momentarily flickered th

ng uncertainty. Doubt was a

liar name. Clarissa Vaughn, a stylist renowned for crafting unforgettable images. Sh

y greeted, her voice

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eed something extraordinary for Friday

sponded immediately, excitement threading t

ld already envision her carefully choreographed return, a dramatic entrance crafted specifica

urning to the dazzling cityscape, her eyes glinting w

was about to become her first decisive move in a