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Panic gripped Belinda, widening her eyes and quickening her breath. Although she was aware she could never escape from the Lycan unless he let her, she struggled against her bonds, because she couldn't help herself. The words he'd said earlier echoed in her head... I would kill you... motivating her to struggle harder. She wasn't thinking straight, she wasn't listening to reason, and all she desired at that point in time was to be free. The rough fibers of rope chafed the delicate skin of her wrist, and only the dull ache it brought could make her stop squirming. "What will you do to me?" It dawned on Belinda then that she was completely at the mercy of the Lycan. He had always done whatever he pleased with her, but this time, she would have absolutely no way of fighting back. "What I do to you does not matter." Draven snapped, his tone harsh and commanding. "What matters is what you will do for me. Firstly, you must not speak unless spoken to, and when you do, you must refer to

"I'll begin, my lord." Gerald hurriedly grabbed the opportunity to speak first. Settling into his seat, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for the speech he'd rehearsed severally in his head. "9 years ago, my youngest daughter, Mary Vaughn, was ambushed by Cecily Knight, sister to the alpha of the Chicago Pack, and poisoned with wolfsbane. This was no child's play, because my daughter had her wolf killed. All because of one pack's inability to control their member, my girl had to live the rest of her life without her important half." "I see." Placing his elbows on the table, Draven intertwined his fingers, leaning forward to rest his jaw on it. "But as you said, that was 9 years ago. Why wait that long to seek justice?"Gerald swallowed, his fist clenching under the table. He could never bring up this matter without encountering that one question. "I hesitated because I once believed burying the matter was the best way to handle it. I no longer share

As Lexie approached the Knight family villa, she wondered why she had been called there this time, and in freaking 3 in the morning. It was a shame she couldn't just ignore the summons, because she was an omega being called by an alpha daughter. Stopping her car a block from the house, like she'd been instructed by Patricia, Lexie completed the remaining distance on foot. Rather than knock on the front door, she rounded the building, heading for the small iron gate that led into the garden. No bulbs were on, but the full moon high in the sky shone enough lights on the grass and trees. In the middle of the garden stood Cecily, in between a row of daises and poppies. She paced back and forth, her arms folded across her chest. When she picked up the distant sound of footsteps, she swerved to the direction it was coming from. Lexie walked through the iron gates, and immediately spotted Cecily. "Good evening, Miss Knight." On reaching her, Lexie respectfully greeted. "—evening—mornin

Belinda could remember the night in the picture. It was the night she'd met the blond bombshell named Chloe, and had gotten incredibly jealous of her. Despite taking place months ago, Belinda could still recall the boiling sensation of envy, which had pushed her to take adventures she never thought she would. However, as she'd walked out the club beside Chloe and Draven, she'd felt at peace, because Draven's arm had not been wrapped around the blonde's waist, but hers. The photo on Belinda's phone screen depicted her in a sexy outfit, her body pressed to the Lycan's side. Their body language, their ease in each other's presence—no one who saw it would mistake what it was. It was a very rare photo of the Lycan and his mistress. The caption above the post made by an anonymous account only poured fuel to the flames. “Guess who it is? That's Belinda Knight of the Chicago Pack. Wanna know who she's with? It's the Lycan of the American Wolves. Yes, you read it righ

"I know I've already raved about this dress, but I have to do it again. This is amazing!" Running her fingers over the red evening dress, Lexie admired its beauty. Belinda understood how she felt. She too had fallen in love with the gown at first sight. There wasn't much to the dress, really—it was plain with a simple design—but it somehow mixed sexiness and sophistication to appear completely breathtaking. And it had been damn expensive. Never in her wildest dreams could Belinda have afforded the gown, had Draven not handed her his black card. All she'd had to do to get it was ask, and he'd given it to her without a second thought. After buying her dress, she'd maximized the opportunity to get herself various luxury items. The feeling had been intoxicating, casually strolling through stores, gleefully adding accessories to her purchase list. The icing on the cake had been when she'd tried to return the card to Draven. He'd nonchalantly glanced at her, and to