Chapter 64 Alpha Who Owns The Night
Chapter 64 Alpha Who Owns The Night
Gunfire cracked through the harbor.
Dante didn’t flinch.
The bullet skimmed past his head, shattering a steel container behind him, sparks raining down like molten stars. He stepped forward instead, boots crunching against gravel slick with oil and saltwater, eyes glowing with a restrained darkness that made the dockworkers freeze where they stood.
“Missed,” Dante said calmly.
From the shadows between towering shipping crates, a slow clap echoed.
“Intentionally.”
A man stepped into the open light cast by the dock’s floodlamps. Tailored black suit. No visible weapons. No fear. His presence bent the air around him, with authority sharpened by blood and money.
Dominic Moretti smiled.
“You wolves always think a fight begins with teeth and ends with bodies,” Dominic said mildly. “That’s why you lose.”
Dante’s wolf stirred, muscles tightening beneath his skin. “You sent silver-tech snipers into my Luna’s territory.”
Dominic tilted his head. “Correction. I sent a warning.”
Behind Dante, his pack tensed, weapons drawn. Wolves growled low, shadows stretching unnaturally long across the docks.
Dominic raised one hand.
Instantly, red targeting dots flickered across the ground, laser sights crawling up Dante’s chest, throat, forehead. From cranes. From rooftops. From ships drifting silently nearby.
Human soldiers.
Enhanced, well trained.
Waiting.
Dante exhaled slowly, forcing his wolf back from the brink. “You’re brave,” he said flatly.
Dominic chuckled. “No. I’m prepared.”
He took another step closer, boots clicking softly. “I’ve read every prophecy your Council hoards. Studied every Alpha line your kind worships. You think hierarchy makes you powerful.”
His eyes hardened. “Hierarchy makes you predictable.”
Dante’s jaw tightened. “You’re standing on my territory.”
Dominic laughed outright this time. “Forests don’t scare me.”
He gestured broadly to the sea, the cranes, the cargo ships bearing flags from half the world. “Ports. Shipping lanes. Weapons manufacturing. Political leverage.”
His gaze locked onto Dante’s. “Human law.”
A ripple of unease passed through the pack.
Dante felt it and hated it.
“You call yourself Alpha,” Dominic continued. “But tell me, Dante, how many wolves does it take to shut down a bank? How many claws to erase a criminal record? How loud does a howl have to be to silence a government?”
Silence followed.
Dante’s wolf snarled in frustration, shadow leaking from his pupils.
Dominic leaned in just enough that only Dante could hear him. “Your world hides in the dark. Mine owns the night.”
Dante stepped forward, laser dots tightening around his heart.
“If you think fear rules me”
Dominic cut him off sharply. “Fear rules systems.”
He straightened and snapped his fingers.
The laser sights vanished.
“See? You’re alive because I chose negotiation,” Dominic said coolly. “Not because you’re stronger.”
Dante’s fists clenched. “You marked Lyra.”
Dominic’s expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Her blood was registered centuries ago. Long before wolves crowned her Luna.”
A dangerous edge crept into Dante’s voice. “She doesn’t belong to you.”
Dominic’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “Neither does she belong to you.”
A distant horn sounded as a container ship began pulling out of port, engines roaring.
“You rule forests,” Dominic said, stepping backward into shadow. “You rule instinct. Pack loyalty. Old myths.”
His voice carried clearly over the water.
“But I rule cities. Infrastructure. Influence.”
He paused, eyes glinting.
“I rule the world.”
The floodlights snapped off.
Darkness swallowed the docks.
And somewhere in that darkness, Dante felt it, an invisible net tightenin
g, woven of power far more dangerous.
Human power.
The night no longer belonged to wolves alone.