With Lucianne’s check-up after the infertility poison, the false sexual harassment allegations and the need to fill up the ministrial positions, Xandar had completely forgot to tell Christian about how he couldn’t emit the King’s Authority back in Forest Gloom. Lucianne gave his hand a gentle squeeze to encourage him as he began, “For some reason, when we stood face-to-face with the rogues the other night, I couldn’t…channel the Authority onto them. It felt like there was a block.” Zeke then muttered, “That means it’s like if we try to use the Alpha Authority on non-pack members. There’d be a block.” Christian asked in dismay, “How is that even possible? The King’s Authority works on all werewolve

The King was touched. His late parents would throw an unnecessary birthday party where he had to mingle with people he didn’t even want to meet, let alone speak to. And when he reached a marital age, his mother had the annoying habit of introducing him to every eligible and ‘acceptable’ bachelorette at these parties.    When his parents both passed, Xandar immediately did away with the parties, and celebrated it with Christian and Annie instead. Although it was a much smaller celebration compared to what his parents did for him, he preferred spending the day with the people he loved and was close to as opposed to guests he had to constantly watch his tongue, attitude and temper around.   Lucianne wanted to help the wolves set up the food but everyone just pushed her away, asking her to ‘sit and wait’ while the rest of them did i

Jake was linking someone, ‘When will it arrive?’ ‘In a week or so.’ A woman’s voice linked in response. ‘And if I need it earlier? What’s the price?’ ‘That’s not possible. You know how long it takes to synthesize Oleander.’ ‘Can’t you speed up the process?!’ ‘We could. But the quality would be sub-par. Would you accept a product of inferior quality?’ Jake groaned. ‘Fine. And the other one? The shell?’ ‘The ingredients for that

Lucianne turned and found a little Evie in a light green dress running towards her with opened arms. Lucianne didn’t have to think before bending down to scoop the little girl up.   “Hello, Evie. Where’s your mommy?” Lucianne asked with a smile.   Evie looked behind her and pointed, and Lucianne saw a frantic mother running in her way. Lucianne then looked at Evie and asked, “Evie, did you tell your mommy where you were running to?”   “Mommy knows.” Evie said with no worries or remorse.   Lucianne pecked a light kiss on the little girl’s forehead before she said, “Evie, next time, drag mommy along, okay? You don’t want to worry her, and you don’t want to be taken by bad guys, do you?”  

The prosecutor got to the point with Alfred Cummings. “Mr Cummings, did your son visit you yesterday?”   “Yes.”   “Did you ask him to testify against the law?”   Alfred glanced briefly at Mr Clark before he uttered, “No.”   “Did you ask him to testify for your case?”   “Yes, but I didn’t tell my son to lie. I’m a father. Every father’s pride is to raise his children with the highest honor and integrity.”   “You insisted that your properties were acquired by your son as gifts. Do you have proof of these transactions?”   “I’m afraid that is