STAY!!!His arrow missed the other way when Seth broke it with a lightning bolt. Whether it hit the target or not, Ronan did not care."Look at me here, dumbass Rogue!" taunted Ronan with a crooked smile; he was deliberately provoking Seth's easily ignited emotions. "You idiot, no one can beat me!" raged Seth, continuing to launch all his attacks brutally. "You, useless Omega! Get out of my way!"DUARR!!!Ronan dashed away as a series of fire explosions erupted violently behind him. Leaping with long footsteps, he moved nimbly, deftly, and agilely. Maneuvering-it was not challenging to dodge Seth's attacks which gradually began to slow down."What's wrong with you? Why are you so slow? You can't even scratch me a little!" Ronan laughed in amusement. Once again, he shot two pairs of arrows."SHUT UP! It's useless! This arrow attack of yours won't be able to paralyze me!"DUARR!!!Ronan leaped high in the air, spun around, free-falling onto the fire-filled ground, and landed with both
A few years later..."Do you believe that, Max? Look at our children! They're eighteen now and—oh! Did you go through this too? What age did you turn into an adult?" asked Ivory when she realized the twins, Isaac and Mackenzie, had turned eighteen at five.Max laughed at Ivory's innocent comment. He then took her in his arms and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "At the age of three, I turned eighteen and underwent training from grandpa to accept his title as an alpha Alsenic pack. Didn't you experience that?""Do I look like a magical human like you guys?" asked Ivory, which was answered with laughter by Max."Well, that means we're very far apart in age. You should be older than me. Is that right?" Ivory nodded, then turned to Isaac and Mackenzie, who had finished breakfast. "But the fact is, you're still stunning as you're not aging.""I'm old now, Max." Ivory smiled and turned back to her children.Today both of them would enter the university. The first day would be tiring. Ther
A man with a well-built posture walked into the nightclub, which was full of uproar. He was sure he would find what he was looking for. It was like what Ange—an elder in his family—had said; he had to find a girl with the features she described in that place.His sharp gaze wandered around the dimly lit room, looking for a figure that matched the characteristics she had bagged.The first time, he directed his gaze towards the VIP room, where a girl with a similar hair color must have been there. It was impossible to imagine that a girl with such a luxurious appearance and extraordinary delineation was in the ranks of such an ordinary guest.The girl is not indiscriminate, especially if she's a club employee. Or those who enter using a free pass card."Hey, handsome. Are you looking for someone?" greeted one of the girls who passed by the body of the man who was still firmly in place. He didn't want to sit with anyone, except with the girl he was looking for. The man nodded."Is your h
"What do you want?" she demanded. Ivory took a knife from her bag and pointed it at the man who had saved her.This time was not the first time someone had questioned her hair color, so Ivory would no longer easily trust the man even though he had saved her life."Wait, don't get angry! I won't hurt you. I'll pay you handsomely. Whatever you ask for! But you have to do something for me." Max stepped forward, eroding the distance between himself and the girl. "Please put that back in your bag, Miss." The girl didn't immediately respond to Max's words. Instead, she slowly lowered the object in her hand. For a moment, the girl was mesmerized and hypnotized by the appearance of a man in a suit, sharp hazel irises, and brown hair styled slightly messy. She almost said yes right away. "What do I have to do for you to make such a high offer? I don't want to be a drug courier or human trafficker," she replied. "Not at all. I want you to release the curse on me." The girl chuckled. Unbelie
Sunlight streamed in from behind the curtains. The large glass windows allowed the room to be bathed in the warmth of the morning sun. Ivory wriggled slowly, trying to relax her stiff muscles. She let out a soft squeal as she felt her bones being crushed to a pulp. She looked to her side, but Max was not there. Where was he? "Good morning," greeted a man in his rich baritone voice. If people didn't know, they might think he was in his thirties, but he wasn't yet. "Hey ... sorry, I slept like the dead. Are you going to work?" Ivory answered with a nod from Max. The man sat down near Ivory, who had risen after wrapping the blanket around her chest. It must have been Max who put that thing on her when she fell asleep last night. After reaching their 'release', she felt drained and sleepy, then unconsciously closed her eyes. "I'll keep my promise." The man handed Ivory a brown envelope. "I'm not paying you as a prostitute; consider this a form of gratitude." "What about the curse?
"Are you stalking me?" accused Max, which made Ivory splutter. "What? Me? Stalking you? What's in it for me, sir? You've given me what you promised; that's more than enough for me!" "Yes, just in case you want to hold me responsible for taking your virginity. Women these days are often unreasonable." Max grumbled, then went back to his work. "When you're done, you can return to your place!" he ordered coldly. Ivory looked at Max for a moment. The man was so arrogant and heartless, whereas a few hours ago, he was gentle with her and didn't show his arrogance. Ivory didn't want to talk much. She quickly finished her work and left her boss's room. The girl returned the equipment to its original place while grumbling. She deeply regretted her stupidity in helping that haughty man to escape the curse and give up her virginity. "If only I could have thought last night. I wouldn't have to face the problems I'm facing now," she muttered regretfully. "What made me agree to help an arroga
Ivory hurriedly packed up her things, as she no longer intended to live at the same place.She could still hear the growls and shouts of her boss before she left the office, and she made sure not to return to that place again. She was afraid that Max would find her and ask her to come back to work. Well ... that was just Ivory's thoughts that would probably never happen. An arrogant man like Max would never need someone like her. Even if Max looks for and asks for something from Ivory, Ivory will make sure never to give a chance to that man. She didn't want to get hurt for the umpteenth time. Just as Ivory was about to leave, her cell phone rang so loudly that she rushed to answer the call before someone outside her house heard the sound of her cell phone. Don't let anyone know her whereabouts. "Ivy, where are you?" asked the caller on the other line. Ivory knew who was calling her—Jane, of course. The girl wouldn't be able to get easy if Ivory weren't in her presence for a momen
Max wandered. No! His destination was, of course, home. He had to see the person who might save him from the sin he had committed. He had killed the girl. Ivory must have died from falling into the cold, deep sea. Plus, with the height between the bridge and the sea, there was no way her body wouldn't have been blown away. Even if the girl survived, she would probably suffer a concussion and memory loss. However, it seemed better than losing her life. Max walked into the house, his clothes in tatters due to his haphazard and uncontrollable changes. He didn't understand why that had happened, but it was the truth. He was a monster now. Plus, he had killed a girl who had no part in his condition. "Mirielle! Where are you, Elle!" called Max, a worried look on his face. His twin sister, holed up in her room, jumped to her feet when Max finally burst into her personal space. "Jeez, Max! What are you doing in my room?" snapped Mirielle, annoyed by Max's presence. She almost poured the l