Billionaire werewolf

The max

Victor’s eyes gleamed with rage as he struggled beneath Damon’s claws. His chest heaved, and his breath came in shallow gasps, but his defiance never wavered. “You think this is over?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “This is just the beginning, Damon. You’ve made a powerful enemy.”

Damon’s jaw clenched, his claws digging deeper into Victor’s chest. “I’ve dealt with worse,” he snarled. “And you’ll be the last rogue I ever have to face.”

But just as Damon prepared to deliver the final blow, the walls of the mansion trembled—an unnatural, bone-shaking force that rattled the windows and knocked Elara off balance. A distant howl echoed through the estate, long and chilling, making her blood run cold.

Victor’s grin twisted. “You think you’ve won? You’ve just unknowingly opened a door. He is coming.”

The air around them grew thick with an oppressive weight, the shadows in the foyer seeming to stretch and grow darker, as if alive. Elara’s heart thundered in her chest. “Who’s coming?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Victor’s wicked smile widened. “The true leader of the rogues. The one who pulls the strings. You’ll learn soon enough. And when he comes... no one will be safe. Not even you, Damon.”

Before Damon could respond, a sudden, deafening crash sounded from the second floor. The mansion shook once more, and Elara’s blood ran cold as footsteps—heavy, methodical—began to echo from above. It wasn’t Victor. It was something far worse.

Damon’s eyes widened with horror. “No... It can’t be him.”

“Elara,” Victor sneered, blood dripping from his lips as he pushed himself to his feet. “Run. And don’t look back. The game is just beginning.”

With a terrifying howl, the shadows in the mansion seemed to come alive, pulling her into the darkness. Elara didn’t think, didn’t question. She turned and ran, her heart racing, her breaths sharp and quick. She could feel the heavy presence of something—someone—looming closer. Something ancient. Something more powerful than Damon.

And then, from the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, cloaked in darkness, with eyes that burned with the fire of a thousand wars. His grin was cold, calculating.

“Elara,” the voice whispered, sending chills down her spine. “You’re mine now.”

And the world around her spun into chaos.

To be continued...