Alpha King’s pregnant Ex-Luna

Alpha Kilian’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he lowered his gaze and caught Tony and Ben staring at him. Feigning nonchalance, he growled, “I should reclaim my lost memories to complete the puzzle, shouldn’t I?”

Tony’s eyes gleamed mischievously at that. Without giving it much thought, he looked at his alpha and taunted, “Alpha, you want to remember your long-lost feelings for Nelly, don’t you?”

“It’s what I owe her,” came the dark reply.

“If that’s the case, then it’s settled. I hope you’ll regain your memories soon, Alpha,” Tony said, satisfaction lacing his voice. Alpha Kilian reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair, an act of dominance and affection combined.

Tony shot him a sly smile before turning to search for Ben, only to find him hunched in a corner, secretly engrossed in his phone.

“What are you doing, Ben?” Tony demanded, his voice laced with curiosity and suspicion.

“Texting Thalia to inform her that Spencer has returned,” Ben replied without looking up. The exchange of knowing glances between Tony and Alpha Kilian hinted at their amusement.

“We’ll head back to our quarters first, Alpha. I’ll keep a watchful eye on Nelly and notify you immediately if there’s any news,” Tony declared, his tone respectful yet tinged with authority.

“Very well,” Alpha Kilian responded with a nod, acknowledging Tony’s role as a valuable informant.

Tony approached Ben and forcefully pulled him away from his secretive texting. “Let’s go,” he commanded.

“Where to?” Ben questioned, confusion lacing his voice.

“Our quarters,” Tony replied, determination evident in his voice.

Tony dragged Ben back to their room, the latter struggling to keep up with his brother’s urgency. Once they were safely inside and the door closed, Tony turned to his brother and addressed him with a cryptic expression on his face. “Ben, I have an idea.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Ben looked up at Tony, curiosity evident in his eyes. “What is it?”

“What do you say if I gather all the individuals on our list under my Anonymous persona?” Tony proposed, his voice low and filled with intrigue.

Ben’s eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. “And what do you intend to do with them?”

Tony’s frown deepened. “Today’s events sparked a revelation in me. At first, I believed those snipers were linked to our list. I was genuinely concerned. But then, seeing how calm and collected Alpha Kilian remained, it made me realize something. There’s an impending threat, something looming in the future. You’re well aware of the predicament at Midnight Fang Pack. Nelly will not survive unscathed. We must plan ahead.”

Ben took a moment to absorb Tony’s words. “So you’re suggesting issuing direct instructions within the group?”

Tony nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly.”

“Not a bad idea. If unexpected developments arise, you can notify them directly through the group, which is far more efficient than posting a mere bounty list,” Ben admitted, his mind brewing with possibilities.

Tony’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You think so too?”

Ben nodded in confirmation. “Indeed. But we must exercise caution during recruitment to prevent any potential spies from infiltrating.”

“It matters little if there are spies, as long as I hold control over the majority. Money has its own allure,” Tony stated confidently, emphasizing the power of wealth.

Ben pondered for a moment before conceding to Tony’s logic. “I suppose utilizing them temporarily won’t do any harm.”

Their discussion further fueled Tony’s determination. “By the way, we must summon Thalia back. We need to inform her about our plan, ensuring she remains vigilant. Moreover, if we proceed with this endeavor, I’ll require someone to oversee matters in my absence. Thalia is the perfect candidate for this role.”

“I’ll give her a call then,” Ben responded obediently, stepping away to make the necessary arrangements.

Tony, left alone with his thoughts, approached the table and stared absently at the blank computer screen. His mind whirled with the limitless potential of his master plan. The more he delved into it, the brighter the gleam in his eyes grew.

As he pondered further, a daring idea flitted across his mind. Thalia rushed back upon receiving Ben’s call, her arrival coinciding with an unexpected encounter.

Just as she reached the corridor, Thalia collided with Spencer, their paths intersecting in that narrow space. This time, she didn’t flee. Instead, she met his gaze, her expression betraying nothing but indifference as she bypassed him as though he were a stranger.

Spencer stood frozen in place, his heart pierced by an invisible dagger. He watched silently as Thalia walked past him, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his composed facade.

Just as Thalia stepped into the room, Spencer’s voice broke the silence. “Have you been well?” Thalia halted abruptly, her body tense with apprehension.

Spencer turned to face her, his eyes scrutinizing her every move. “My question is rather pointless, isn’t it? You seem to be doing just fine.” Thalia met his gaze devoid of emotion. “As you can see.”

A nod of acknowledgement passed between them.

Thalia’s grip on the door handle tightened, aggression radiating from her every pore. “Is there anything else you wish to say?” Spencer’s gaze remained fixed on her, shaking his head in silence.

Thalia’s knuckles turned white as she twisted the doorknob. The moment Spencer finished speaking, she swung the door open, storming inside before slamming it shut with a resounding bang.

Spencer stood alone in the corridor, his gaze lingering on the closed door. With each passing second, anger and hurt swirled within him, gradually darkening his once serene countenance. Finally, he tore his gaze away, turned on his heel, and disappeared.

Inside the room, Tony and Ben stared at Thalia in shock. She pressed herself against the door, seething with fury.

“W-What’s wrong?” Ben stammered, his voice betraying his confusion and concern.

“Nothing!” Thalia answered through gritted teeth, the fire in her eyes belying her claim.

However, her posture and expression told a different story.

Tony, always perceptive, dared to venture a guess. “I’m assuming you ran into Spencer outside?” The look Thalia shot him caused him to flinch. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Never mention that person in front of me again!” Tony swiftly sealed his lips, understanding the gravity of Thalia’s anger.

Ben nodded fervently, promising to comply. “I won’t ever mention him again.”

The trio shared a moment of tense silence, aware that provoking Thalia further was unwise. Thalia, observing their newfound obedience, began to regain some semblance of composure as she approached them. Her gaze landed on Tony, her eyes burning with curiosity.

“Why did you ask me to come back?” she inquired, her voice steady but laced with lingering anger.

“We need to discuss something with you,” Tony answered, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and determination.

Thalia shifted her attention solely to Tony, awaiting his explanation. As he proceeded to share his plan, her brows furrowed in deep thought. “Have you thoroughly considered the consequences?” she asked, her voice laden with caution.

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On the other hand, Nelly situation was complicated. Nelly was blindfolded halfway through the treacherous journey to the Midnight Fang pack. The car winded its way along the dark and twisting road for what felt like an eternity before finally arriving at its mysterious destination.

As the car came to a halt and the door swung open, a voice broke the silence. “You may step out of the vehicle now, Miss.” Nelly remained silent, feeling her way out of the car, her other senses heightened in the absence of sight.

With cautious fingers, she removed the blindfold, anticipating the blinding rays of sunlight. But to her surprise, she found herself standing in a vast, empty concrete room, devoid of natural light.

The car had driven directly inside, obscuring her view of the outside world. However, within the confines of the room, she could see people bustling about, preoccupied with their own affairs. Some carried weapons, and when their eyes briefly met hers, they showed no emotion, as if her presence was nothing out of the ordinary. The only extra attention she received was due to her status as a foreigner.

“Stay here. I shall fetch General Will,” the man who escorted them declared before turning away to carry out his task.

But just then, Boss called out, “Gavin.”

The man named Gavin glanced back, his eyes meeting Boss’.

Boss approached him, a hint of hesitation in his voice. “How is General Will’s mood?”

A sardonic grin spread across Gavin’s face. “What do you think, Boss?”

“You know very well why the general summoned me. Can you offer some advice?” Boss inquired.

Gavin’s grin widened mockingly. “Boss, are you truly unaware of the consequences of your actions?”

Boss pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment. “Gavin, I have done everything I could for the…”

“Boss!” Gavin interrupted sharply. “Save your explanations for General Will!”

Boss was about to retort when Will emerged from the door, a commanding presence.

With a stern expression on his face, Will surveyed the room. Everyone bowed their heads in unison, their deference apparent. “General Will.” Boss followed suit, bowing and saluting.

Will approached, his gaze sweeping over the gathered individuals before raising his hand, signaling for them to lift their heads.

His attention fell upon Nelly . Though he remained silent, his focus shifted to Boss. “So, you have finally shown up.”

Boss’ expression hardened as he met the general’s gaze. “I take full responsibility for failing the mission, General Will. But I have done everything in my power…”

“That is not what I wish to hear,” Will interjected, raising a hand to silence him. He had no interest in hearing Boss’ explanations. “The mission was a failure, and there must be consequences.”

Boss’ gaze darkened, devoid of surprise, as if he had anticipated this outcome for some time.

Observing Boss’ silence, Will commanded, “Bring forth the knife.” A subordinate promptly stepped forward, offering him a blade.

Will regarded Boss with indifference as he posed a question. “You once proclaimed that should you fail, you would sever your own hand. So, will you uphold your own words, or shall I do it for you?”

A flicker of unfathomable determination glinted in Boss’ eyes, his fists clenched tightly. “Very well, it seems you want me to do it,” he murmured.

Immediately, individuals moved forward, restraining Boss, while another brought over a stool, forcing his hand into position.

Nelly watched silently, her lips sealed.

As Will approached the outstretched hand, he did so with a casual demeanor, as if he were preparing to slice a watermelon. “Fear not. I shall not prolong your suffering,” he remarked.

A thin sheen of sweat adorned Boss’ forehead, his eyes fixed on Will, his thoughts seemingly consumed by something.

Just as Will prepared to bring the knife down, Boss spoke abruptly. “What if I could offer you tenfold the benefits, General Will?” The knife hovered mere centimeters from his hand.

Surprise flashed in Will’s eyes. “Tenfold?”

Boss’ face paled, but he maintained his composure. “Indeed. Despite my failure, I can deliver ten times the profit in return.”

Will narrowed his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Have you lost your mind? Do you grasp the gravity of your words?”

“Of course,” Boss responded firmly.

“If you dare to deceive me, I will kill you. And should I find you unsuccessful, I shall claim your life.”

Boss’ conviction did not waver as he spoke. “I comprehend the stakes.”

Will contemplated for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Nelly standing beside Boss. Bewilderment filled her, her eyes narrowing in response.

Noticing that Boss was fixated on a woman in that moment, Will laughed incredulously. “How on earth can you find the time to focus on a woman now?”