bChapter /bb115 /b

    bra’s /bbPov /b

    The moment the champagne tower crumbled, Hroze

    The sound was deafening

    eplosion of ss and fizz that echoed through the room. The tower had been nearly two maters high, and now, it was twap of shattered ss and spilled wine. And at the center of the wreckage Andre.

    The chaos that followed was instant. People screamed, some backing away, some simply standing there in shock, unsure of what had just happened,

    his ce teach himatesson–but this? this was more than intended.

    I didn’t mean for this to escte Sure, I wanted to part

    I stood there, watching as thest of the ss settled into the wreckage, my mind racing.

    “Thoine,” I whispered, trying to keep the urgency out of my voice, “This might be a bit much… Andre’s not just anyone. He’s General Danton’s kid, affec

    Thorne didn’t even look at me as he rolled his wrists, eyes narrowing at Andre

    “I don’t care who his father is. He’s lucky he’s still breathing.” Thorne muttered, his voice cold, unfazed by the spectacle we’d

    Before I could respond, the security came charging in,rge men in ck suits, moving like they owned the ce. One of them knelt beside Andre, trying to pull him from the wreckage

    “Master Andre!” the security guard gasped, clearly shaken. “Are you hurt? bCan /byou move?”

    Andre’s

    s groan was sharp, a mix of pain and fury. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, blood seeping through his torn clothes.

    “You’re asking me if I’m alright? Are you blind?” he bellowed, each word dripping with rage. “Get the man who did this! Now”

    His shouting was a blur of angry noise as the security guard looked at Thorne and me. The bman’s /bface was filled with hesitation, but recognition flickered in his eyes.

    “Alpha Thome!” the guard stammered, taking a step back, his hands shaking

    I could practically feel the bfear /bradiating off him as he stumbled over his words.

    “What… What are you doing here?” he squeaked.

    Thorne bbarely /backnowledged the man. His eyes never left Andre, his tone icy and dismissive.

    “Am I not wee?” Thorne’s voice was low, almost mocking

    “Of course not…” the guard replied quickly, but I could hear the tremor in his voice.

    Thorne let out a quiet, chillingugh.

    “That kid tried toy hands on my mate,” Thorne said, stepping forward. “I showed mercy by not snapping his hand or neck. Now, you want to amest me? Go bahead/b. Try

    The silence that followed was thick, suffocating Not a single one of the six guards moved, their eyes fucking between Thome band /beach other, no one daring to challenge him,

    I watched as Andre seethed from the ground, still unable to move without palo, yelling at the security.

    “bCowards/b!” he spat. “I’ll have you all fired for this!”

    Chapter b115 /b

    One of the guards leaned in close, whispering something to Andre The conversation was low, but the words hung in the air.

    “Master Andre, we understand you’re upset, but that’s Alpha Thorne, the guard said quietly. “No onean touch him – not men the k

    Andre’s eyes widened with disbeliel, his face contorting in rage.

    “He’s our enemy! And you cowards.” he broke off as he saw the look on their faces.

    I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Ander. He was a spoiled brat, sure. But there was something in the way he stood his ground that made me passe

    As if on cue, the nightclub manager appeared, nked by a couple of medical staff. They rushed over, carefully lifting Andre onto a stretcher, his bice contorted in pain as they moved hin

    “Take him to the hospital,” the manager instructed. His tone was frantic, but there was no denying the urgency in his voice.

    As they passed ts, Andre shot one final venomous look our way, spitting in our direction.

    “You’ll pay for this,” he hissed, his voice shaky but filled with fury.

    Thorne snorted, an expression of mockery crossing his faceb. /b

    “A threat from a kid who can barely stand. How bcute/b. He bdidn’t /beven bother to look back as the staff bcarried /bAndre away.

    The manager quickly stepped forward, his demeanor suddenly polite, almost deferential

    “Alpha T

    Thome, Lady ra,” he greeted us with a bow, his wordsced with forced politeness. “Good evening and wee to our establishment.”

    Thome’s response was a hard, cold stare.

    “We’re not here to make trouble. Do we bhave /bmore problemsing?”

    The manager shook his head quickly, his eyes wide with fear.

    “No, of course not, Alpha Thorne,” he replied hastily. “I just wanted to let you know that Lady Kimberly bhas /binvited you to the private lounge. She wishes to speak with you.”

    I nced around, noticing that Jory and Kimberly were no longer in their booth.

    “Of course,” Thorne answered, his tone sharp,manding

    We followed the manager up to the second floor, where he led us to arge, wooden door. After knocking, he stepped baside/b, his face suddenly neutral, almost submissive.

    “Lady Kimberly is expecting you inside,” he said.

    Thorne bpushed /bopen the door without hesitation, and I followed him

    The room bwas /bgrand, Larger than I expected, designed to host at least fifty people. But the silence was almost unnerving, especiallypared to the pounding bass downstairs. Kimberly sat casually on a curved sofa, cigarette in hand, her posture rxed. bJory/b, on the other hand, was a picture of nervous energy, sitting a few feet away, his eyes downcast.

    “heard you wanted to talk, I broke the silence, hy voice firm.

    Kimberly smiledb, /ba slow,zy grin. She exhaled smoke, the tendrils curling in the air.

    es, I do,” she said, her bvoice /balmost too calm. “My mate told me what you’re after. I’m here to help. Ask me anything”

    “Name your terms,” Thome said, his tony cool but guarded.

    bShe /bbchuckled/bb, /bleaning back in bher /bseal.

    There’s bno /bterm, no condition. I’m offering to help you for free.

    I couldn’t mask my skepticism.

    “You’re Lance’s Cab Minister,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Why would you help us without expecting something in return?”

    Kimberly snorted, grinding out her cigarette in the ashtray. Her eyes darkened, a flicker of anger crossing her features.

    “I never asked for this life,” she muttered, her voice tinged with bitterness. “My parents abandoned me. Fended up on the streets, wanderling inta rogar. territory. This is what I had to be to survive. But i don’t have to like ?L”

    I watched her carefully, the silence growing thicker between us.

    “If you hate it so much, why not leave?” bI /basked.

    Her eyes flicked to mine, hard as steel.

    “bAnd /bgive up everything I’ve fought for? No. I want to change it. Not leave it behind.”

    She shifted, sitting up straighter, locking eyes with me.

    “I’m tired of Lance being King,” she said, the words biting through the silence. “I’m done being ruled by an ipetent fool. It’s time for a change. And like you. Jory is my mate. That’s why I’m here to help.”

    Thorne and I exchanged a nced. The tension was palpable, but there was something in her words that felt genuine–maybe too genuine.

    “I don’t trust you,” Thorne said, his voice low. “Not yet”

    Kimberly just shrugged.

    “Fair enough,” she said, her smile almost pitying. “There’s time. But, as a gesture of goodwill, I can tell you who the former Rogue King’s son is.”

    My heart skipped a beat.

    “Who?” Lasked, my voice barely above a whisper.

    Kimberly chuckled.

    “bYou’ve /bmet him already.”

    I frowned, trying to recall every face I’d seen tonight. But none of them matched.

    “You kicked his ass downstairs,” Kimberly hinted.

    My beyes /bwidened in realization

    “Andre?” I whispered in shock.

    “Yes,” she said, her grin widening. “The little brat.