Chapter 50
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Titus’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile as Georgia spoke. She was undeniably more captivating than Laura–far more intriguing.
“I’ve heard you’re obsessed with money,” he said, eyes glinting behind gold–rimmed glasses.
Georgia lowered her gaze, silent. Everyone knew she’d sell her soul for cash.
Then she lifted her face, a cryptic smile playing on her lips. “Yes. That’s exactly why I agreed to risk my life.”
Titus’s smile broadened. “Four hundred thousand dollars. It’s a deal.”
Georgia’s face was plain, but there was something singular about her–a dangerous spark beneath the surface.
They shoved her into the transparent container. She clung to her soaked clothes, refusing to shed them. The water had already risen past her head, saturating the fabric, dragging her deeper under its oppressive weight.
At first, she could still blink underwater, watching the werewolves crowding around the glass, their expressions a mix of amusement and expectation.
Titus’s gentle demeanor–his neat gold glasses and calm voice–belied the thrill shining in his eyes. His smile was almost joyous.
But then Georgia’s breath gave out. She gasped sharply, inhaling water.
A violent cough seized her as the fluid invaded her lungs, Panic erupted. She flailed her arms, beating at the clear walls, desperate and frantic.
She could see their faces–smug, entertained–as they watched her choke and struggle.
In that suffocating moment, a dark thought crossed her mind: Maybe it’s better to die here.
If she died, the crushing debt of a million dollars would vanish. The guilt, the unbearable burden–gone. No more owing Maya her life.
She pictured Maya, dreaming of Hawall’s endless beaches, their promise of freedom. Maya hadn’t saved her only to watch her drown like this.
Georgia clenched her jaw and refused to surrender.
Mustering her last reserve of strength, she pounded a fist against the container’s side, opening her mouth to plead, “Save
me…”
Her voice dissolved into a swirl of bubbles. Her vision blurred as she hammered the glass with desperate fists.
She refused to die like this.
Hadn’t Titus promised they’d pull her out after three minutes?
Pain and suffocation gnawed at her, the drowning tightening its grip.
Then, as if summoned by sheer will, a familiar figure materialized before her eyes–Preston.
Was this some hallucination, her mind’s last flicker before death?
Why him? Why now?
She whispered his name with her closing eyelids: “Preston…”
When Preston returned, he hadn’t expected the nightmare unfolding before him.
His face hardened with grim resolve. He snatched up a bottle and hurled it against the transparent container. The glass didn’t even crack.
“Get her out! Now!” he bellowed to his pack.
Lorenzo rushed forward, inspecting the container. “Alpha Preston, the lid’s locked tight. The key doesn’t work.”
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Preston’s glare bore into Georgia’s struggling form. “Smash it!”
With a roar that echoed through the club, he summoned every ounce of power. His packmates joined, smashing the container with all their might–but it held firm.
Preston’s glare snapped to Titus, sharp and unforgiving. “How do we open it?”
Titus paled beneath Preston’s crushing aura, his breath hitching. Despite being an alpha himself, he knew this was a power far beyond his reach.
“This container… it came from Dominic, I don’t know how to open it, Alpha Preston, Titus stammered. “This is your property–I wouldn’t dare cause trouble here. I was just about to pull her out after three minutes. I didn’t expect this.”
He gritted his teeth, voice desperate. “If anything happens to her, I’ll compensate. Two million for her family, ten million to you.”
Preston sneered, eyes bloodshot with fury. He ignored Titus’s pleas.
Storming to the bathroom, he grabbed a mop and slammed it against the container. The surface barely budged.
Blood seeped from Preston’s hand as he battered the unyielding glass with ferocious blows.
At that moment, Luca–Preston’s wolf–awoke, howling in his mind. The wolf sensed Georgia’s life hanging by a thread and burned with frantic rage.
Luca’s desperation only fueled Preston’s fury. He hammered the container with reckless abandon, madness clouding his eyes.
Laura watched from the sidelines, frozen in shock.
“Alpha Preston, let us handle this,” Lorenzo stammered, trembling before the madness engulfing his leader. He tried to intervene but was brushed aside.
“Lorenzo! Smash it with me! And call Simon–get everyone here! We’ll break this thing down together!”
Titus trembled with fear. “Alpha Preston, it’s just a woman
Preston spun, eyes blazing red. Luca howled frantically, trying to seize control.
Preston’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. “Titus Talon, how dare you treat my woman like this! You’re a dead man! Pray she lives–because if she doesn’t, you won’t leave Vetro–Club alive!”
His fury raged on as he smashed the container, relentless and wild.
Georgia’s body drifted beneath the water’s surface, fragile and fading.
Preston never forgot the way she called his name before surrendering her eyes to the darkness.
The others dared not speak. They hammered the container with every ounce of strength they had, caught in the storm of Preston’s wrath.
