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“Why would I? You think I’m dumb. I think someone wants you dead.” “No shit, Sherlock! I didn’t notice that.” I sank on the ground. “So, how did you know I was trying to escape and no lies? Don’t even try to pull your puppy eyes. They won’t work on me.”

Sherlock on the other hand tried doing the same thing, trying to free himself from the shackles. "That won't work, I recommend you just sit down and wait patiently for your punishment." Victor's cold voice interrupted their foolishness and that was when they noticed their surroundings. They saw Jordan and their jaws dropped. "What the fûck are you doing here?!" Sherlock shouted in shock while Xavier looked dumbfounded. "Are you scared to see your accomplice, pest?" Victor mocked and Sherlock's head snapped to his direction. "Who the fûck are you calling a pest?! Untie me right now and we will see if you can still talk." He said arrogantly and Victor scoffed.

That comment earned a deadly glare from the Fallen. “Well, now that the case was close. Detective Sherlock is now signing off. Adios!” And then he disappeared, again, into the thin air.

Carl sneered, going hurt. A perilous smile was left out of Sherlock. "You did everything I told you to do, because I bore all the expenses of your mother when she was a patient of terminal cancer. The doctor told me she won't survive, yet I cared for your sentiments. I did not even let you know the fees I shelled out to the medical team and you say you obeyed my instructions in trapping the girl? You did everything because I paid you when you were in need of money. There is no fellow hood and brotherliness in this field my friend and you know it well." Suddenly the jovial nature disappeared on Sherlock's face and transformed into insensitivity. "You call me an impotent useless bastard? See how useful I am." He ground his teeth and all of a sudden drubbed the knife again into his middle.

Chapter 6 Samirah’s POV "So, what's it going to be, Professor?" Vickerry leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine as he closed the remaining distance between us. The scent of his Alpha pheromones swirled around the cramped kitchen. "Are we going to keep fighting this, or are you going to let me take you out on a date?" I stared at him with disbelief, my heart hammering against my ribs, though not for the reason he thought. I forced a cold, mocking laugh to bubble up from my throat, hiding the tremble in my voice.

he cut in. “Just because he rejected you and refused to make you his Luna you want to seduce him and separate him from his mate” Sherlock had heard a lot about Livey from Scarlett his mate, he hated her for making his son the cold person he was today and seeked for an opportunity to meet her, he was finally blessed with such a day. “I was only going to” “Did I ask you to speak” he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, Livey struggled to breath much worse she struggled to break free from his grasp.

"I want it grander than anything before. The floors should shine like mirrors. The hall should smell like flowers and power, and the throne, you have to raise it two steps higher. I want everyone to look up when they speak to me, like the king I am." Harwin bowed again, wiping sweat from his forehead. "It will be done according to your wishes, my alpha." As he left in a hurry, Sherlock turned to Rachel with a small smile. "Let them come wearing silk and pride. I'll show them something stronger." Rachel returned the small smile. "You've already started winning the war, without a sword." Sherlock looked out the window again. The sun was sinking behind the far-off mountains. "One step at a time, Rachel. Let's see how long Damien stays quiet."

"'Caaaaause, stupid Sherlock, I can't just date someone I don't know." He folded his arms together. "You do know me. We have been in the same class since sophomore year." She rolled her eyes and moved away, now playing with a stone on the ground with her feet. "Well, duh. But we don't like talk, you know, that sort of stuff. Besides, you were banging my ex best friend." Then she sighed and shrugged. "Not that I blame you, I'd bang her too." She looked at him now, confusion on her face. "Besides, what the hell? You want to turn me to a martyr? Wystwood loves Alia. You want me to be bullied till graduation or something?"

You've been my good friend. S: That's my job to do. K: Job? You have no obligation to me. Sherlock didn't reply. K: Do you have a girlfriend now? S: I don't have K: Why? Don't you have a woman you like? S: I have, of course K: Good to hear that. I can almost believe my guess that you are gay S: I'm not gay K: Okay 😅🤪 S: Promise me you will enjoy your vacation

What the fuck is happening, I need to open my eyes and get the fuck out of here, I need to find my mate and mark her, make her mine. “They are under a spell”, The witch says, no shit Sherlock, No one would’ve thought of that. Just fucking undo it so I can move, I am starting to feel really agitated as she chants and I feel burning on my stomach as if someone was dropping wax on my skin. I feel Asher return and she starts healing me.

Her voice was annoyingly calm, like she was talking about the weather instead of the fact that I was chained to a wall like some rabid animal they forgot to put down. “I’m fine,” I snapped at her. “You’re not." I let out a laugh because that sounded like shit even to me. “Wow, no shit, Sherlock. Yeah, I feel freaking awesome. Five stars. Would totally recommend getting kidnapped by vampires and chained in their creepy-ass basement." She went quiet after that. Just let the silence sit between us until it got under my skin. “You’re still trying to reach your wolf,” she said. I froze for a second, which was stupid because that probably gave me away. “I’m not,” I said way too fast.

"That's sex. Have you ever kissed her? I know that Beth and you are not together anymore, but-" "Sherlie, as far as I am concerned, Elizabeth is my woman. Elizabeth. Not Megan, not anyone else. Elizabeth." "But you said that you didn't want to be her boo thing anymore-" "I want us together. That's what I was getting at." "Well, you sure do have a funny way of putting it." "No shit, Sherlock. I've tried calling her, but she's not picking up. Is she okay?" Sherlie snorted, pinching a small bit off the croissant on her plate and putting it in her mouth.

"What is my little Sherlock Holmes curious about this time?" "It's nothing big," Sapphire said innocently, rolling a lock of hair around her index finger. "It's just that I heard a couple of ladies talking today when I went to deliver the laundry," "Goddess, help me," Lobelia cried out in her head. She wondered what her daughter heard this time and how she was going to counter it in case it was bad. Sapphire got more curious by the day and it made her think more about her mate. Lobelia knew he would have done an excellent job in shutting her up.