Part 1 – Julian's Next Play
Julian watched the press conference with a face carved in stone.
Liana's public redemption had reached across borders, winning her backers from elite medical circles to human rights foundations. His enemies had multiplied in silence some of them from his own inner circle.
"They think they've won," he said to his new strategist, a silent woman with cybernetic implants and the scent of ash in her coat. "Let them."
He slid a thumb drive across the table.
"Activate Aegis Protocol. I want Wolfe Tower's AI defenses destabilized. I want their Zurich account frozen. And I want the man known as The Bishop—Alexander's ghost cleaner found and flipped."
The woman smiled like winter.
"Yes, Mr. Wolfe."
Julian poured himself a drink.
"If they want to walk in the sun, we'll make the sky bleed."
Part 2 – The Wolves Take the Stage
They arrived at the World Bioethics Summit like a detonation.
Liana wore midnight-blue silk, her hair swept back, her eyes calm fire. Alexander stood beside her in a sharply tailored suit, a scar still fresh along his knuckle.
Flashes burst like lightning as the world snapped photos not just of Liana Reyes the doctor, but of the woman whodefied a
billionaire And beside her the mysterious CEO-turned-avenger, silent but unmistakably loyal.
At the podium, Liana's voice was clear:
"This isn't about revenge. It's about rewriting the rules. I will not allow medicine to be sold to the highest bidder. And I will not let fear define my future."
The applause roared, but it was the moment Alexander reached over fingers brushing hers on live broadcast that sealed it.
The Wolf and the Healer.
Together. Unashamed.
Part 3 – Rough Like Truth, Hot Like War
The hotel suite was too quiet when they entered, their bodies still humming from the flash and roar of the public stage.
Liana dropped her clutch, kicked off her heels, and turned to face him.
The heat in her eyes was not celebration.
It was everything else.
She shoved him against the wall, kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip. "That was for not telling me you put a target on your back for me."
He spun her around, lips trailing fire down her neck. "That was your revenge?"
"No—this is."
She pushed him toward the bed, yanking at his tie. He grabbed her wrists, flipping her underneath him in one smooth move. Their clothes came off in pieces, scattered across the floor like broken silence.
She arched beneath him, nails dragging hard across his back as he entered her in one sharp, desperate thrust.
"Tell me whose name they should scream now," she gasped.
"Yours," he growled, pounding into her harder, deeper.
She moaned his name like a curse and a prayer.
They didn't make love.
They made war in skin and sound.
The sheets tore.
The headboard cracked.
And when it was over, she lay trembling beneath him alive in every cell, breathless but whole.
He pressed a kiss to her temple.
"No matter how loud the world gets," he whispered, "this is what's real."