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Chapter 35 History Would Repeat

“Have you heard of the Bladestorm Mercenaries?”

“Never. Are they famous?” Nathaniel strained to recall but came up empty. The name meant nothing to him.

“Erase them.”

“What? Did they offend you?”

Landon shot him a look. Nathaniel immediately curbed his curiosity and nodded. “Understood, Alpha. I’ll take care of it right away.”

It was just a minor mercenary group he barely remembered; wiping them out was child’s play.

At the crack of dawn, Hector staggered back to the mercenary headquarters, his body battered and bruised.

D*mn Tessa! How dare she actually lay hands on me and humiliate me like this? There is no way in hell I am letting her get away with it.

His boss, the formidable leader of the Bladestorm Mercenaries, was an unrivaled force. Hector would have him settle the score.

This time, he wouldn’t just make Tessa kneel and beg for mercy. He would break her limbs, reducing her to a sobbing, helpless wreck at his feet.

Just picturing her utterly at his mercy sent a thrill through him. Unable to contain his anticipation, Hector shoved open the headquarters‘ doors.

“Boss, help me…”

The words died in his throat the instant he took in the scene before him.

Every single mercenary in the Bladestorm Mercenaries including the leader he had once revered, was kneeling on the ground, faces swollen, bruised, and bloodied.

caught. What

he could

you Hector Locke?” Nathaniel’s gaze locked onto him, his mere presence exuding such crushing dominance that

tumbled

provoke? Why would a werewolf of

from none other than the Bladestorm

take a step, one

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advanced slowly, his towering frame casting a shadow over Hector, regarding him as one might

“…”

A brutal strike landed, followed by another, leaving Hector

hear this name again, I will ensure every last

turned and walked away,

Bladestorm Mercenaries rounded on Hector, fury blazing in his

sh*t! I took you in, gave you a place here, and you repaid me by dooming us all! Guys, get

fists and boots

limbs had been shattered. He crawled home, leaving

agony, he cursed

supposed to be some exiled teenage wolf from the Frostmoon Pack. How

to the police station, Queenie poured out exaggerated accusations against Tessa, painting her as a

sob, the officer reassured her, “Ms. Locke don’t worry. We’ll

arrived at school to arrest

even glance at her

gathered students. “What