Chapter 69 – The Alley
Location: Service area and dumpsters behind the restaurant.
Ken and his group forced everyone toward the back door, Ken leading with exaggerated swagger.
Outside, in the service alley next to the dumpsters, a young man sat on an old restaurant chair. He wore a chef's uniform—black vest, black pants—smoking a cigarette while sipping soda from a cup on the ground. He had long black hair, striking gray eyes, and a lightly tanned, athletic body crafted from hours in the gym.
Suddenly, the service door slammed open, making him jump. Ken stormed outside.
The young man bent down to take another sip of his soda, but Ken kicked the cup away with pure contempt.
Ken shouted, dripping arrogance: "Get out of here, trash! There's about to be a massacre and I don't want witnesses!"
The boy simply stared at his fallen soda with a sadness so genuine it almost seemed poetic.
Ken's jaw tightened, threatening: "You—trash—get lost, unless you want to be part of the bloodbath. I'll say it one more time: LEAVE!"
Behind Ken, the "undesirables" stepped outside—Cristal, Bruno, Walter in his wheelchair pushed by Sarah, and lastly Titus.
As they walked past the boy, each of them gave him a subtle, knowing smile. He returned the gesture calmly.
The boy rose, flicked his cigarette to the floor, crushed it, and walked toward the group without fear.
Damián, the cook, spoke: "Hey. I'm Damián. Looks like you're outnumbered. Mind if I join you so things are a little more even?"
Cristal was cold as ice: "No, thanks."
Damián ignored Cristal completely, his voice firm, directed at Titus: "I… wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the Alpha."
Everyone froze. Their jaws dropped. How did this random cook know about Alphas? Worse: how did he recognize Titus as one?
Damián stepped closer, eyes locked on Titus. "I'll ask again. Do you want my help?"
Titus was short, curt: "No. Thanks."
Damián closed the distance despite the rejection: "You're the leader… so I'm asking again: may I help? I need my soda paid back."
Titus replied: "We don't need help. We're strong enough on our own."
Damián moved even closer. "I'm very strong too."
Cristal snapped at him: "Leave us alone. We're busy. Or can't you see?"
Damián suddenly stepped so close they could feel his breath. His gray pupils began to glow—an intense, luminous silver.
The group reacted at the same time. Titus and Walter's eyes flared purple; Bruno and Cristal's eyes erupted in golden light. It was an undeniable sign of supernatural bloodline recognition.
Titus raised a hand, commanding: "Stop. Alright… interesting. Fine—you can join us. But you don't kill anyone. And you DO NOT transform. Those are the conditions. Do you accept?"
Damián agreed: "Yes. That's enough for me."
Walter cut in, desperate, trying to stand from his chair: "LET ME GO FIRST! Please—Ken owes me a lot."
Titus was fully in Alpha mode now: "Alright. But everyone listen: do NOT kill anyone. Just leave them badly injured."
Damián asked again: "Why not?"
Cristal glared at him with pure disgust, the tone practically "go to hell": "NO."
Bruno watched Damián closely, analyzing him. He thought: What kind of werewolf is he? His aura is strong… but his lineage is unreadable.
Titus thought: Why not? I could use another soldier in my army.
Titus commanded with authority: "No transformations. That's an order. That goes for you too, new guy—whatever your name is. After this is over, we're going to have a very long conversation."
Cristal and Bruno nodded, accepting the command—and the responsibility of restraining Walter if his inner wolf tried to surface.
Ken mocked, laughing, shouting: "Hey, losers! You done having tea with the dishwasher? Are we fighting today, or what?"
Titus gave a cold smile: "Funny. Just remember one thing…"
Titus stepped forward, eyes glowing faintly.
Chapter 70 – The Giant
From behind all of Ken's bodyguards, someone began pushing through the crowd. A MAN. A GIANT. Even Bruno looked small next to him.
The bodyguard's voice was deep, rumbling: "Boss, let me handle this. I'll take care of everything and bring the girls back to you."
Ken laughed: "Yeah, sure. Go. Kill them."
The Giant walked toward the Unwanted.
Walter looked back, waiting for the signal.
Titus gave the order: "Go, Walter. Don't kill them."
Walter rolled forward in his wheelchair. The Giant burst out laughing, and Ken's entire group joined him.
The bodyguard mocked: "Oh, come on! Don't make me laugh or I won't be able to fight. They send the cripple after me—look at this idiot, boss! He's coming alone!"
Ken added to the mockery: "Please, loser, be serious. How do you send the wheelchair boy to fight my best man? Send the four‑eyes girl instead—she'll at least give him a challenge."
Everyone laughed. Walter didn't.
When Walter got close enough for them to see him clearly in his chair, he calmly lowered one leg to the ground—then the other.
Ken and his friends exploded in laughter.
Ken grabbed his stomach: "Stop, stop! I can't breathe anymore!"
On the other side, Titus's group watched in silence.
The Giant approached Walter.
The bodyguard sneered: "Your time's up, idiot!"
At that exact moment, Walter stood.
His eyes burned with a hatred that chilled bone and marrow. The Giant froze. Walter's aura radiated something terrible—so terrible it forced the Giant to take a step back.
Ken screamed, stunned: "WHAT IS THIS?! HOW IS HE—?!"
While Ken was screaming, Walter moved. FAST. So fast no one saw him coming.
Walter slammed his fist into the Giant's stomach. The man folded over, gasping. Walter grabbed his head and brought a knee up—once. Twice. Three times—they lost count.
Blood poured from the Giant's shattered nose. His lips split open like mangled flesh. All his teeth scattered across the concrete. Walter continued until the man collapsed.
Ken and his entire group fell silent. A cold shiver crawled up their spines.
Ken whispered: "Wh‑what the hell…?" He screamed to his men: "ATTACK THEM! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!"
The bodyguards charged at Walter. Ken's "friends" fled in the opposite direction—no amount of friendship was worth dying for Ken.
Titus and the others rushed forward. A massacre began.
The Unwanted attacked like a pack of wolves unleashed on prey. Bones snapped, blood sprayed, bodies fell.
Cristal, with inhuman strength, lifted a man with one hand and hurled another into the concrete. Bones cracked loudly. Someone whimpered.
Damian delivered a karate kick that obliterated a guard's knee. The bone flew almost three meters. The man would never stand again.
Ken watched in disbelief. He was frozen.
Another guard tried a flying kick at Titus's head. Titus stopped it with both hands. The guard's leg split open instantly, blood pouring from torn veins.
Ken saw an opening and lunged. Titus heard him coming. When Ken thrust forward, Titus grabbed his wrist—crack—broke it cleanly, twisted the whole arm until every bone snapped.
Ken screamed. Titus lifted him with one hand and slapped him repeatedly. Ken's face began to deform. Then Titus dropped him like a sack of trash.
The fight ended moments later. Bruno was smashing two men together like dolls until they went limp. All of Ken's men lay on the ground, bleeding, crying, limbs broken.
The Unwanted—untouched—surrounded Ken.
Ken begged, sobbing: "Don't hit me anymore! Please! I don't want to die! I'll be your slave—I swear on my mother!"
Damian was indifferent: "We don't know if you learned your lesson."
Damian stepped closer. His gray eyes began to glow. Fangs slid from his mouth.
Ken pissed himself in terror. White streaks appeared in his hair. He looked at the others for help—but their eyes were also glowing, their fangs enormous.
Ken passed out.
Behind them, two minds inside one body watched with envy and desire.
Sarah thought: It's incredible… I want that power.
Inner Voice agreed: Yes. We need that power. With it, we can have whatever we want.
Sarah wondered: How do we get it?
Inner Voice explained: Simple. You ask Titus to turn you.
Sarah asked: How do we make him say yes?
Inner Voice replied: We seduce him.
Sarah affirmed: Yes… I want him. We want that beast for ourselves.
Inner Voice confirmed: You know what to do.
Sarah agreed: Yes.
The voices laughed.
Inner Voice chanted: He belongs to us… He belongs to us… He belongs to us…
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Hook: What came next would be impossible to stop…