Chapter 574 Bloodlines and Betrayals

    bJust /bthenb, /bLouis emerged from the bedroom, temples streaked with gray. Clearly, he hadn’t bslept /bbin /bbdays /b

    “Louis!” Yardley rushed over like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. “Please, talk to them. We bjust /bbwant /bto sce Dad. That’s all!”

    Louis looked at Yardley, disappointment written deep in his eyes. “Sir, Mr. Walter is unconsciousb. /bbEven /bbif /byou go in, there’s nothing you can say. And besides-

    His gaze slid to thewyer standing nearby. “Bringing awyer to visit a dying man? That’s not going bto /bblook /bgood, is it?”

    L’s face stiffened.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Winona snapped. “We brought awyer just in case-”

    “In case the old man passes and you get nothing from the will?” Louis cut straight through the pretense. “Rx. He already finalized it while he was still lucid. The notary has been here. Every detail’s clearly written out.”

    He paused, then spoke mòre heavily. “Mr. Walter loved his family more than anything. Can’t you let him have some peace at the end?”

    Yardley froze, throat dry. Louis had hit the mark–and hard. He had no reply.

    Thewyer, sensing the tension, wisely stepped back. This water was far too deep.

    Louis didn’t say anything else. He turned and gently closed the bedroom door behind him.

    Inside, the monitor beeped steadily. Outside, Yardley and his group stood frozen, faces burning with shame and silence.

    At that same moment, deep in the emergency tunnel beneath the Nightshade Pack vault, a shadow moved quickly along the stone wall–Grant.

    His presence here had been made possible by a mole nted by Nathan three years ago in the Nightshade Pack logistics team.

    Three days ago, the mole sent word: S had been transferred to the underground vault. Inside his cor was a maic card designed to bypass threeyers of the security system.

    It was the only shot they’d ever had. The vault had been locked down tight for years. No cracks, no windows -until S arrived.

    Beep- Grant swiped a temporary clearance card provided by the mole, opening the ess door–and walked straight into two patrolling/guards.

    He sidestepped with inhuman speed, pulling a tranquilizer needle from his coat and striking before beithe /b

    could react.

    With the hallway cleared, he rushed toward the prison cell where Nathan was held.

    The timing was perfect–S had just been moved. During the brief switch, the mole approached under the

    Chapter 574 bBloodlines /band Betrayals

    bpretense /bbof /bbequipment /binspectionb, /brecovered bthe /bbmaic /bbkey /bbfrom /bbS’s /bbcor/bb, /bband /bbpassed /bit to Grants bventtion /bbsystem/bb. /b

    Grant bced /bthe key on the lock. The door clicked open.

    Nathan sat against the wall, head jerking up at the sound. His eyes gleamed with the bfury /bbof /bbsomeone /bcared for far too long.

    When he saw Grant, he sneered. “Took you long enough. Another day down here and I’d have brotted /bbinto /bdust.”

    Weeks of confinement had stripped him of patience. His voice was sharp and brittle.

    Grant lowered his eyes, voice deferential. “Alpha, we couldn’t move until S was caught. The bkey /bonly bworks /bfor ten minutes. We have to go–now.”

    Nathan stood, cold wind swirling in his wake. The iron shackles had left deep, bloodied grooves bon /bbhis /bankles, but he pushed through the pain like it didn’t exist.

    He nced at Grant, voice like frost, “Lead the way.”

    Grant obeyed, navigating the route with confidence. The mole had already provided a full map of the bvault /band patrol schedule.

    When they finally emerged into the night air, Nathan tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. His chest surged as rage wed up his throat.

    “Back to Yalvaria,” he ordered.

    Every word carried a chill that could freeze bone.

    Grant had already arranged for a private jet. He silently guided the way, the aircraft’s engine howling as it split the darkness and left the underground nightmare far behind.

    They touched down at Frost Pack without issue. Freed from the vault’s enchanted restraints, Nathan’s Alpha vitality surged back. His wounds were healing, scabbing over.

    He had barely rested half a day on the furs when Grant returned, bowing low.

    “Alpha, Landon’s ne justnded at the Yalvaria capital.”

    He hesitated, then added, “Shall we make our move-?”

    Nathan’s eyes opened slowly, twin ciers churning with fury.

    “He took Tessa. He let me rot in that dungeon.”

    His fingers clenched tight, knuckles ghost–white.

    “This time… he doesn’t leave alive.

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