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Her black hair pulled up in a messy bun, she wears a huge puffy coat because of the cold snowy weather, and when she turns in our direction, I see that her baby is in some kind of contraption and strapped onto her chest. She looks between me and Lux and says to Mason, “I didn’t realize you were bringing guests.” She looks back at me and says, “Hi there, I’m Marinette and this little cutie strapped to me is Marigold. Who are you?” I smile, “Nice to meet your Marinette and baby Marigold, I’m Silas and this is my mate, Lux.” She smiles as she looks at Lux and Lux smiles in her direction. Lux says, “It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. I’ve uh… I’ve heard a bit about you.”

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

Alfredo Fabri POV “What do you mean missing?” “This is simply an Impious fad, preposterous!” “Marco, what's your take on this?” Marino raked like a loose dog who hadn't been given a bone to chew on. Marino Salvatore was Caporegime, one of the most revered Men of the Family. People often said he had an Aura to his personality, but I agree to disagree. Marino was simply a coward who cowered under the glory of his extravagantly sashayed wealth. Wearing heavy gold and jewelry surfaced above furry coats and clothings, attracting unwanted attention to no one but himself.

It also happened to be the exact moment Count Brenn arrived. He was very surprised to see Natalia giving Marvis, a werecreature, more attention than she had given anybody else. Amaika there, he was used to but it looked like Marvis had come out of nowhere. If he didn’t announce his presence in the office, Count Brenn was sure he would’ve been ignored. “Everyone, this is Amaika. They’re the head of security and the branch manager of the Adamantine Company here in the North. Please treat them with respect.”

Straps crisscrossed from his shoulders to just above his hips, ensuring a secure fit. Surveying the camp, Bryan noticed that most of the packs followed a similar design, except for a few exceptions—the ones assigned to Naida, Nerissa, Madissa, and the one brought by Marine. Since the mermaids lacked dorsal ridges, their packs were designed as a single solid bag, accommodating the unique shape of their bodies while still featuring straps for support and stability.

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

Despite her desire to step back and turn her back on the man, his eyes were fixed on her and he was staring deeply into her. "Are you okay, Ameira?" Joseph asked when he noticed that the girl was stunned. Ameira was taken aback and nodded out herself. "Hello," Marvin greeted, Mark and Joseph followed to greet Samara. "Hi, Ate Samara." He waved at the girl. "Oh, hi, hello! Let me guess, you're here to get your TF, right?" Samara asked them winking her eyebrows. All of them nodded and shyly giggled.

I waved my hand in dismissal. “What about that girl over there? I saw you talking to her before. And I saw her at a party with Mike the other night. You know…before he was…murdered,” Jaimie said in a hushed tone. I looked in the direction he was looking and saw Marina. She was alone this time. “I don’t think so, man. She would never agree to it,” I said. She already hated me. This would just put a cherry on top. “Try for me. How about this, if you can convince her, I can help you take some pretty interesting pictures,” Jaimie said and smiled mysteriously.

This public post meant Amara had officially become Merritt’s personal godson. And just who was this Merritt Carman, anyway? He was a legendary, terrifying figure across the northern territories, known by every pack for his deep, bloody connections to the darkest corners of the mafia underworld. Starting many winters ago as a small-time thug working the rogue docks, Merritt had clawed his way straight to the top of the food chain, weaving a vast web of criminal influence that stretched far beyond our national pack borders. Back in the day, his wolf had kept a super low profile, running quiet maritime smuggling operations that only elite inside alphas knew about. Most ordinary pack folks didn'