Chapter 4
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One man watching the scene felt his heart tighten. The blood of a prime Lycan was usually reserved for true heirs or warriors on the verge of death. Yet here, the man didn’t hesitate, he bled himself dry for a child he had never even held.
“Boss, shall I call the medics?”
“I did. But… they may not make it in time.” Zeyan replied quietly, his eyes never leaving the girl’s face. She shivered, her eyelids fluttering open, and in a cracked, whispery voice, barely audible, she said:
“Daddy…”
Zeyan froze. Not out of surprise, but because it felt like his heart had shattered into a thousand pieces. He pressed his palm gently against his daughter’s cheek, voice low and trembling: “Daddy’s here now… Don’t be afraid anymore…”
At that moment, one of the researchers stirred, his face still contorted with terror. He began crawling weakly toward the door, but Lucas stepped forward, grabbed him by the hair, yanked him up with one hand, and asked coldly: “Who gave the order to take the little miss?”
The man hissed: “I don’t know! I was just following orders from the upper coordination department…”
Lucas turned back. Zeyan merely shook his head coldly, saying nothing.
Without hesitation, Lucas tightened his grip. The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed through the room, and the man passed out from pain. Lucas then turned and gave a command: “Search the entire facility. Seize all documents. As for everyone present, no one is to leave.”
“Yes, sir!”
Outside, alarms wailed. Another unit was arriving as backup. But Boss Silverfang stood motionless, blood still seeping from his wrist, his gaze sharp as steel: even if this world denied his existence, he would rebuild everything with his own hands, for that little girl’s future, for the woman who had no one else to fall into, and for himself, a chance to redeem everything he had once lost.
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Under the cold white lights of the capital’s largest hospital, the intensive care unit on the top floor had been completely sealed off. Rows of advanced medical equipment buzzed and whirred without pause. Inside, a small girl with deathly pale skin was hooked to IV drips and surrounded by high-grade recovery devices. In the adjacent bed, Elena still hadn’t regained consciousness, her face bruised and swollen, lips cracked and bloodied.
Zeyan stood behind the glass wall, silent. His gaze never left the child’s face as she breathed shallowly, slowly. That child… was his flesh and blood. The only bond left between him and Elena, the woman who had given up everything just to protect a fragile new life, even when the entire world had cast her aside.
The door behind him creaked open.
“Boss Silverfang, we’ve arrived.”
A steady voice pulled Zeyan from his dark thoughts. He turned around. In the hallway, twelve men and women in black uniforms bowed in unison. Behind them stood Damian and Lira, Zeyan’s two most trusted aides, just beneath Lucas in rank. These were the names that once shook the all continent.
Their eyes all shifted to the scene behind the glass. Elena, a pureblood Omega who once held noble status, now lay motionless, like a shell drained of soul. Beside her, a girl so thin her collarbones protruded clearly, her head wrapped in white gauze, strands of sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead.
Damian clenched his fists, his voice hoarse: “We… we can’t believe this. Is this truly… Boss’s daughter?”
Zeyan didn’t answer. His eyes returned to the girl’s frail body. A long pause passed before his voice rang out, deep and sharp: “That doesn’t matter. What I need is an explanation.”
Lira stepped forward immediately, her voice firm: “Right after receiving word from Lucas, the core twelve were summoned. Preliminary investigation reveals that after Elena became pregnant, she was completely expelled from her family’s system. They claimed her union with a Rogue like you was a disgrace to their bloodline. They forced her out while she was still with child.”
Damian continued: “She had to live like a vagrant, unable to reveal her identity. Her parents were treated the same, cut off entirely by the family, forced into a dilapidated home in the outskirts, all support severed. Her mother, though greedy, wasn’t entirely heartless. But she was manipulated.”
Zeyan’s brow furrowed, his gaze icy: “Manipulated?”
“Yes.” Lira nodded: “Elena’s family promised her that if she agreed to transfer all her company shares, they would allow her to return. But it was all a ruse. They simply wanted to exploit her one last time.”
Zeyan clenched his fists, veins bulging along his arms.
“They used the child to pressure her?”
“Worse than that.” Damian silently handed over a dossier: “After reports emerged that the child was beginning to manifest abilities, such as self-regeneration and innate pressure, the family sold her to a covert research organization… for over 300 million dollars.”
Lira gritted her teeth: “Elena was drugged the moment she found out. She and her parents were detained in an isolated facility for three weeks before being transferred to the lab. Her cousin, Diana, gave the direct order. Our investigation shows this woman has harbored deep resentment toward Elena for years because she outshined in every way since childhood. Now that Elena’s fallen, she seized the chance to torment her completely.”
Zeyan slammed his hand against the glass. A thin c***k spread out like a spiderweb. His voice cut like a blade: “And this research organization, who are they?”
Damian shook his head: “Unknown. Even after infiltrating their data archives, we found that all personnel were merely middlemen. Every directive was relayed through indirect channels. However… there are signs that an even greater power is backing them.”
Zeyan closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the rage inside. A second later, he turned, gaze sweeping across all fourteen operatives before him.
“Investigate everything again.”
No one dared breathe. Lira was the first to respond: “Understood, Boss.”
Touch the daughter of a legendary Lycan… truth was want to die!
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