The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Who Are They?

“What are you doing?” Thora frowned.

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The moment Draven grabbed her wrist, she’d already sensed there was no point resisting. On top of that, her arm had just taken a serious injury-she couldn’t risk any sudden movements-so she didn’t resist, intending to see what he was up to.

She just hadn’t expected him to kiss the back of her hand.

She knew it was a gesture from Western werewolves, a kind of formal courtesy-but she couldn’t understand why Draven would do it now and in front of so many people.

Thora herself didn’t feel much about it. Tristan and the others, on the other hand, were already seething. This bastard is clearly taking advantage of Boss!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tristan snapped, his voice icy. If Draven hadn’t still been holding Thora’s wrist, he would’ve already thrown a punch.

Draven shot Tristan a cold glance, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. His gaze returned to Thora, locking onto her without blinking. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m confessing.”

His dark eyes were thick with emotion-so intense it made a few of the girls nearby feel an unmistakable tension in the air.

He leaned in just a little, that crooked, dangerous smile carrying a sense of possession, as if announcing to everyone present: She’s mine.

Before Tristan could move, Thora had already shaken off his hand. Her voice was flat and cold. “I’m not into you.”

Tristan’s lips curled into a sharp, satisfied smile.

That rejection was clean and decisive. It felt damn good.

Draven’s smile froze for a split second. He wouldn’t turn that anger on Thora-so it went straight to Tristan.

He lunged, grabbing Tristan by the arm. Tristan reacted instantly, striking back without hesitation.

But they didn’t even get a real fight going. Draven shifted his stance, palm tightening into a fist, and drove it straight into Tristan’s chest.

Tristan was blasted backward like a cannonball, tumbling across the deck several times before barely managing to regain his footing.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, fists clenched, ready to charge again-“Enough!” Thora’s voice cut through sharply.

Despite his fury, Tristan stopped.

Thora didn’t say another word. She simply glanced at Draven’s feet-still planted exactly where they’d been. Tristan understood instantly. From the very start of that exchange, the man hadn’t taken a single step. Which meant one thing. He wasn’t even close to being a match.

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Chapter 316 Who Are They?

Ryan stared hard at Draven, brow furrowed.

Why does he look vaguely similar to Darius?

He had the sudden urge to rip that mask off and see his real face.

But it was obvious-this man was far more dangerous than Darius. He didn’t have the guts to try.

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Around them, the other candidates watched with open fascination. After seeing Draven’s strength firsthand, their wariness of the silver-masked Number 79 deepened considerably.

Just those few moves were enough to show the gap in power.

Just then, the vessel docked.

Sergio had already spotted the scuffle on deck. He immediately raised his voice and ordered the soldiers to escort the candidates off the ship.

Everyone snapped out of spectator mode and, under the soldiers’ guidance, disembarked in orderly lines.

Only Draven and Thora remained where they were, standing face-to-face like they were locked in a silent standoff.

Thora smirked and said coolly, “Remember this. I’m your brother’s mate. I’m not someone you get to set your sights on.”

With that, she turned away without another glance, brushing past Draven as she headed down the ramp.

Tristan and Luke followed closely behind her.

Shirley hopped down from the railing as well, shot Draven a puzzled look, then hurried after them.

Ryan was the last to leave. He paused, glancing back at Draven a couple more times.

Brother?

Could this guy be Darius’s younger brother? But as far as I know, the Blackwoods only have one child in this generation. Unless… an illegitimate son?

The questions churned in his head, but given how dangerous Draven clearly was, he decided against digging further and turned to follow Thora and the others.

Draven’s gaze stayed fixed on Thora’s retreating back. His brow lifted slightly as he repeated under his breath, with a strange hint of amusement, “My brother’s mate?”

A faint curve touched his lips as he moved to step off the ship-only for someone to suddenly block his path.

The striking aqua-blue hair instantly put him on alert. Ashley.

She glanced back at him once, said nothing, and then continued walking.

Ashley went ahead, Draven followed, and together they were the last to leave the ship.

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