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Chapter 221 Madness Descends
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ArloAgony pulls me from the darkness. Pain coils through my body, sharp and relentless, as if my veins are lined with barbed wire. My muscles are sluggish, refusing to obey as I try to move.The drug is still in my system, keeping me weak, dulled and vulnerable. I don’t need to see to know where I am.Steel bars surround me, thick and reinforced. The scent of rust and blood is heavy in the air. I know exactly where I am. Hell. And the devil is here, waiting for me to open my eyes.Footsteps echo off the concrete floor and a shadow passes outside the cage, circling me like a vulture waiting to pick over the carcass of something already dying.“Not who I wanted,” Malcolm muses, his voice smooth and casual. The bastard doesn’t even really sound disappointed, though I can see it in the way his lip curls just slightly, the faintest hint of irritation beneath the smirk, “But I suppose you’ll do for now.”“Next time I’ll do the shooting myself and make sure I get my prize. You won’t be aro
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PercyThe city hums with life, humans hurrying through the streets, wrapped in their own worries, never once considering that wolves stalk among them. Which makes my job so much easier. They also have no reason to fear us, since we’ve never actually hunted humans.Nixie moves beside me, her steps careful, gaze sharp as she studies every car that passes, every figure that lingers too long.She’s more comfortable in the wild, where the air is fresh and the only noise comes from insects, animals and us. Here, the air is thick with gasoline and rot. The smell of so many people pressed together makes tracking damn near impossible.But impossible isn’t in my vocabulary. I have no idea how some of us manage to live in the city. The constant assault on my senses is disorienting.The bastards didn’t even try to cover their tracks this time. The tire marks leading into the city were fresh, and the scent of Arlo’s scent clings to Malcolm’s men like oil on water.We followed the trail for miles
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ScarlettDarkness stretches in every direction. Not the scary kind, not the kind that makes my heart race and my hands clutch at the blankets, but the nice, quiet, endless kind.Like a sky without stars, but you know they’re just out of sight. Like the moment before a secret is whispered and you’re all excited.I know I’m dreaming. I always know when I’m dreaming, but this is one of the dreams that isn’t just a dream.I need to find Ash. I know it’s important that he has to come and help us fight the bad man who has daddy. I’m not sure why yet, but that doesn’t matter.Usually it’s easy to just see what he’s doing, but tonight I have to talk to him and I think that’s why it’s more difficult. Mommy says I can talk the hind leg off a donkey, so it shouldn’t be too hard.“Ash,” I call his name, letting it ripple through the nothingness. I can feel the shape of it as I say it. Short and sharp, like the snap of twigs beneath my feet when I walk barefoot next to the creek.There’s no answer
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AshI wake up cursing, tangled in my sheets like some kind of deranged marionette. The brat did it. She actually did it. Pulled me right into whatever bizarre little web of magic she has, and now, no matter how much I’d like to ignore it, I can feel the pull.Fuck.I rub a hand over my face, groaning. There has to be a way to sever this ridiculous connection. I don’t do attachments. I don’t do obligations.The tiny, tyrannical nightmare in pigtails just yanked me straight out of my perfectly pleasant existence and into something I do not want to be a part of. First of all, werewolves can probably kill me now.Secondly, they don’t have clubs and bars and theatres in the sticks. They have testosterone and family values. I think I’m allergic to the latter.“No, no, no.” I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that might undo whatever ridiculous connection just dragged me into this mess. Of course it doesn’t. Because my luck is absolute shit when it comes to that kid.Groaning, I grab the nearest b
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HildaI knew Percy and Nixie would come through for me, but they really outdid themselves. Maps. Schedules. Weaknesses. Everything I need to get Arlo back is spread across the heavy oak table in front of me.Of course I’ve always known that they’re efficient and reliable, but what they’ve gotten me goes above and beyond.When they arrived, Nixie’s face was flushed from the cold, her red hair wild in the wind, but there was triumph in her green eyes and I knew things were finally looking up.Percy quietly handed me the bundle of documents. I’m sure he’s better than a human CIA agent it was all so thoroughly set out. Now it’s up to me to take the information and find the best way to get my mate back.I’m only interested in quick results right now. Finesse means nothing in the face of Arlo’s suffering. I won’t allow anyone from outside the compound to be hurt, but those within the walls where Arlo is being tortured, will not be spared.Malcolm is feared but not liked. That much is cle
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TaraScarlett is a menace. An adorable, sharp-witted, completely unstoppable menace and Ash has no clue what he’s up against.I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Ash lose yet another argument to the tiny tyrant. He doesn’t stand a chance, and I think deep down, he knows it. Even if he isn’t quite ready to admit defeat yet.“You can’t just order me around like some lackey,” he protests, running a hand through his already-messy dark hair. Scarlett tilts her head, considering. “Yes, I can. What’s a lackey?”Ash exhales through his nose, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “You’re two. And a lackey is a servant.”“I’m almost three,” she corrects primly. “And you already swore loyalty to Mr. Tibbles, which means you have to listen to me.”I press a hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter. It doesn’t help. Ash glares at me. “You think this is funny?” I shrug. “A little. Did you really bend the knee to Mr. Tibbles? I’m afraid she has you dead to rights then. She’s he’s envoy.”
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MalcolmArlo won’t break. Or die. I’ve tried everything. Shooting him in the head. Riddling his entire body with silver bullets. An axe thrown straight into his heart. Nothing sticks. He regenerates time and again.I’m very keen to cut his head off, but nobody wants to get in the cage with him, not even when he’s unconscious. I killed two men for disobeying a direct order, before I decided it was futile.They’re less afraid of my bullets than his fangs. None of them have dared to point out that I haven’t dared enter the cage myself. He’s developing a tolerance for the tranquilizer darts. It takes 6 to bring him down now and he wakes up faster every time.I’m not risking my own life. These darts bring down elephants. They’re the strongest thing on the market. Are they all this strong, or is he special? I thought we’d take them out without any trouble. Wasted a fortune on having silver fucking bullets cast and they do nothing!It should have been easy. It was easy with Milo. A
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ArloPain is a funny thing. At some point, your body gets so used to it that it fades into the background. Becoming just a dull, constant throb that you learn to live with.The cold metal of the cage bites into my skin and the bars are slick with my blood. My wrists are raw from the chains, but I barely feel it anymore.I would sell my soul to be in bed next to Hilda’s luscious, warm body right now, listening to Scarlett’s deep breathing from the other room. For a moment I allow myself to believe I’m there, but the presence of pure evil is too distracting.Malcolm leans against the wall across from me, arms crossed, looking as smug as ever. I despise the way he stares at me like I’m an animal in a zoo. Some rarity who’s already dead and he’s just waiting for my body to catch up.“I thought you’d be easier to break. Most men don’t last this long,” he comments quietly. I smile, bloody and sharp. “Most men aren’t me.”Malcolm chuckles, “So you’ve finally decided to speak. I’m honoured. S
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 286 Justice in Flame
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 285 Mercy and Memory
AshThe moment Cerelia finishes weaving the last of the spell, I feel the tension ease from the air.The humans stand frozen, still blank-faced and motionless, but something subtle has shifted in the atmosphere around them. Like a storm passing just overhead without breaking.Hilda rises from where she’s crouched by a line of confiscated weapons, brushing her hands clean against her pants. She strides toward Tara and me, her expression grim but steady.“It’s your call,” she says, her voice pitched low enough that only we can hear. “You have to decide whether Redgrave goes back to the city or if we deal with her here.”Tara turns to me immediately, her blue eyes fierce and sure. “Ash, it’s only fair that you get to choose,” she says. “I’ll stand by whatever you decide. You’re the one who suffered the most because of her.”For a moment, the world feels very small. Like the two of us are the only ones in existence. And the truth has been laid bare between us.And gods, the relief that po
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 284 A Breath of Silence
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 283 Heavy Choices
CereliaI sit cross-legged within the circle of runes, hidden beneath a dense screen of shrubs and low-hanging branches. Around me, warriors melt into the landscape, nearly invisible even to my trained eyes. The humans will never spot us unless we want them to.At least, that’s the hope. They may have gadgets we’re not familiar with. I have to make sure my magic is faster than anything they have to offer.I roll the smooth amber stone between my palms, centering myself. The amplification spell thrums around me, delicate but vast, like a spider web stretched to its limit. It’s ready. I’m ready. Now we just have to wait.Hilda crouches beside me, watching the distant path through the trees where our enemies will appear. Her face is set in that calm, slightly amused expression she wears when she’s holding a dozen different plans in her head at once.Scarlett can be rightfully proud to have this fierce woman as her mother, I think to myself.Hilda’s head cocks to the side before she le
