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“That should be the last one,” a handsome looking young man of about 1.7 meters in height stated as he tossed a large red leopard onto a small pile of dead creatures. The young man had shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. This young man was none other than Abelard. It had only been six months, yet the fat on his face had disappeared, and his height was anything but the height of an eleven year old. His broad shoulders and powerful arms was the envy of any other man, much less a boy. He held a large sword over his shoulder. The sword was a claymore, and it was several kilograms heavier than any regular heavy sword. His physique was worthy of one who belonged to the Clan of Wyverns. As

Looking back at Abdul over her shoulder, Keiko had so many more questions. 'Abdul Hakeem, who are you really? Who is this cruel monster you call father? Why can't you find the will to break free of him?' All those questions swirled and melded in her mind. Abdul was the key to her freedom. She sensed it. But to use that key to unlock her future, first she had to make him see that he didn't have to be the same monster as the others, or a pawn of the monster his father was either. Could she get him to see that?

The three men questioned him at the same time, "Your friend? Regular friend?" Abigail smiled and answered, "I'm Mr. Zane's assistant." When Xander heard her clarify her own identity so willingly, his expression fell slightly. He then introduced her to them one by one, "Abigail, this is Ron Hagrid from Valtara with his wife, Emma. Lucas White and his wife, Stella Dawson, from Hayshiport. Alwyn Hill and his wife, Susie Lief, from Serene Bay." Abigail had never seen these people before but clearly knew they were boss-level figures by listening to their names.

His eyes lit up, as he watched us approach. “Do you have the guns ready?” he asked. “Yes, we had them shipped over. They’ll be ready to collect from the docks in a few hours,” my father explained to him. “Excellent,” the man replied. “My name is Abdyl. We’ll go upstairs to discuss a deal in terms of money.” We nodded at him, and followed his lead upstairs. I just wanted this to be over and fucking done with already. CHAPTER 31 LORENZO When we reached the office, there were Albanian men standing at every corner of the room.

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

How do two people make me feel almost the same way? Taking a deep breath I put on the clothes, and throw my wet hair into a ponytail. Opening the bathroom door back up I see both men standing side by side in front of the door. Alex changed into sweat pants and t-shirt, with his hair looking as if he rubbed his towel through it. Walking away from the both of them towards the door my stomach rumbled. I need food. Food always makes everything better.

Something that wanted him to stop holding back and just— "Enjoying the show?" I snapped back to reality. The man had stopped. The maid scurried away, adjusting her dress. He was staring directly at me. Smirking. "I wasn't—I didn't mean to—" "You're flushed." He grinned. "I'm Abel," he said. "Third-in-command. Nero's younger, better-looking brother." I stared at him. "You look exactly like him." "Except I'm handsome. And I actually know how to satisfy a woman.

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”

Abby had solid faith that Max had used his Jason Bourne skill set to escape, and it was time for them to catch up on Khalid’s head start. Viktor was not an attractive giant, with his crooked nose nestled between beady eyes. Abby ran eyes down his steroid-soaked body, noting his position as he dozed with legs stretched out. No one paid her much heed, thinking she wasn’t going anywhere. Wrong. She was about to go somewhere called ape-shit. Hurricane style.