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Chapter 74 Power Chill 1
Chapter 74: Power Shift – 1
Chapter 74: Power Shift
(Third person’s POV )
The tension at Harbor City Regional Airport was palpable as Dominic Reeves stormed through the terminal, his face contorted with rage. His team of enforcers trailed behind him, heads bowed in submission as they absorbed the full brunt of their leader’s fury.
“She’s gone? ” Dominic snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “How is that possible? *
One of the beta enforcers, a muscular man with a fresh scar across his cheek, stepped forward hesitantly
“Sir, her flight was pre–approved. By the time we received the alert, she had already boarded. ”
Dominic’s control snapped. His foot connected with the beta’s shin, sending the man stumbling backward.
The other enforcers flinched collectively, their wolves instinctively cowering beneath their skin.
“Useless! A bunch of useless things!” Dominic roared, his wolf snarling beneath the surface. “What are you all doing? You can’t even handle one female wolf p>
The airport security cameras captured his rage in silent witness as he paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
“How am I supposed to explain this to the Alpha?” he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury.
The beta enforcers lowered their heads submissively, their wolves whining in response to his dominant rage. None dared to speak, knowing any excuse would only fuel Dominic’s anger further.
“Find out where that plane is headed,” Dominic ordered, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “And get me everything on Vanessa Reed’s movements over the past month. Everything p>
The team scattered immediately, grateful for the opportunity to escape their leader’s wrath. Dominic remained alone, staring out the large windows at the runway where Vanessa’s plane had departed just
minutes earlier.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID displayed “Alpha Rivers.” Dominic closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.
(Third person’s POV)
Thousands of miles away, Frederick Warner reclined against plush pillows, his naked body still glistening with sweat from recent exertion. Smoke curled lazily from the expensive Cuban cigar between his fingers, filling the bedroom with its rich aroma.
Beside him, Sophia Chen stretched like a contented cat, her porcelain skin contrasting beautifully with the dark silk sheets. Her slender fingers traced idle patterns across his chest as she nestled against him.
“Another call? ” she murmured, her voice playful as she nodded toward the now–silent phone on the nightstand. “Is it another woman I should be jealous of p>
Frederick chuckled, the sound devoid of genuine warmth. He took a long drag from his cigar before
answering.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he replied, stroking her chin with casual possessiveness. “Just business.
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Sophia pouted prettily, her practiced expression designed to entice rather than annoy. “Business that calls so urgently in the middle of the night? It must be important p>
Frederick’s eyes hardened slightly as he gazed down at her. “It’s Vanessa Reed. A useful pawn in my game against the Rivers pack, nothing more p>
“The foster daughter you mentioned?” Sophia asked, her curiosity piqued. “The one obsessed with Connor
Rivers? ”
Frederick nodded, flicking ash into a crystal tray beside the bed. “Her usefulness is coming to an end. Soon she’ll be as disposable as the others p>
Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “You don’t care about her at all p>
“Care?” Frederick laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “She’s a tool, nothing more. Your dog Snowball holds more value to me than Vanessa Reed p>
Reassured and flattered by his dismissal of potential competition, Sophia smiled seductively. Her hand slid lower beneath the sheets, eliciting an immediate response from Frederick.
“Then perhaps we should ignore the phone entirely,” she suggested, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Frederick crushed out his cigar and rolled toward her, his wolf stirring with renewed hunger. “Perhaps we
should p>
Their bodies entwined once more, Frederick’s wolf possessively marking Sophia with his scent as the phone on the nightstand began to ring again, its urgent summons falling on deliberately deaf ears.
(Third person’s POV)
In the secure conference room of the Shadow Den, Connor Rivers stood with perfect stillness as he faced the large screen displaying the stern faces of Gerald and William Rivers. Dominic Reeves had just delivered his report on Vanessa’s escape, each word driving the tension in the room to new heights.
“She boarded a private flight to California,” Connor stated, his voice controlled despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. “We’re tracking the plane now p>
Gerald Rivers, his face appearing even more severe through the digital connection, leaned forward. The eldest Alpha of the Rivers bloodline might be advanced in years, but his presence remained formidable, his wolf’s dominance palpable even through the screen.
“This goes beyond simple betrayal,” Connor continued, his ice–blue eyes hard as steel. “Frederick Warner has orchestrated multiple crimes against our pack, including the murders of three wolves under our protection p>
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