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he says, looking thoughtful "Fae magic could shield us…I don't know what Thayer wants, but he was wide-eyed and pale when he saw the damage. He and his daughter fixed it easily enough, but he didn't ask any questions. Not one. You know how those sneaky ass Fae can be." Aston says, crossing his arms and muttering about bitch ass Fae and their pranks. I smirk; Aston got drunk with some Fae once and ended up naked on a rooftop in the Razor Tail Pack. "Bring the sneaky Fae in then," I tell him.

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

It was gnarly and till today, my father, Demon Lord Altyre has vowed to avenge her death I, however have become a tool in his hands to attack his enemies. I would keep on having sex with them in their dreams to suck away their life forms which in turn kills them from the inside. I was tired. I hated the whole point of my existence He threatened to instead force my younger half sister into the job if I left but she left a few weeks ago. So I can finally be free. I fly to my dad’s throne which was the peak of a pinnacle overlooking the underworld. “Hello Father. I want out.”

I watch as Azrael snarls, jumping at the vampire who struck me and melts his eyes out of their sockets before cold hands are cupping my face and emerald green eyes filled with tears are staring into my own as Aylin yanks the blade from me, causing blood to pour from the wound. She’s yelling no at me, like I would be able to follow her command and not die as she tries to stem the black blood that’s pouring from my open chest. I have to accept her rejection now, I can’t die with her still bound to me. I bring my hand to her face, making her still her frantic movements. “I, Damon Marcellus Basso, accept your re-” “NO!” she snarls at me before her hand tangles in my hair and rips my head to the

Anastasia just smiled at him and grabbed him again, pumping him lightly. “My alpha deserves the best, so I'm giving him that,” she said and licked the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue over the head and swirling her mouth over it. The alpha moaned brokenly. “What a good omega,” he gasped. “Since when did you start doing this?” “Since you left,” Anastasia said mischievously, the words directly affecting the alpha, whose eyes darkened a lot. “Still such a brat,” He sneered, grabbing the back of her head and guiding her mouth back down. “I prefer you quiet.”

He spat and I instantly knew what was coming next. "I, Alpha Andrew Scott of the wild crest pack rejects you Annabel Travis as my mate and I want nothing to do with you!'' I felt a sharp pain in my heart and I slowly dropped to my knees, groaning in pain. "Being rejected by an Alpha must be brutal." He said and I raised my head to look at him. "You will now get to experience pain much worse than this." He vowed. "Take her away and throw her in the dungeon!"

I never knew that Antonio was with me because of that. He made me believe that he genuinely loves me. I gave him all my heart. How could be betray me like this? "No, you are my mate, you can't do this to me." "Let me make this official," he looked at me menacingly, stepping closer to me. "I Antonio Greg, reject you, Anastasia Liam as my mate." he spat coldly and I felt my wolf collapse in pain. My heart clenched with pains, I was hesitating to accept the rejection but he gripped my neck roughly and forced me to accept it.

Was it because she had nothing left and already died in her mind? The Alpha turned to leave but she grabbed his shirt and forcefully tore a part of it. Her hands, unexpectedly, had become claws successfully and her blue eyes had turned a glowing gold, with her fangs protruding. “Where do you think you’re going, you fucking murderer?” The Alpha took off his shirt and tossed it at her, “It’s yours. You can stare at it while you rot in jail, you waste of space,” he then turned to walk away. “I, Bellatrix Dankworth of Star Light pack, reject you, this scumbag of an Alpha mate, Aslan Robertson, as my mate!” she spat, causing him to stop in his tracks.

he spoke softly in her fantasy. "Yeah, a kiss would help," she giggled dreamily. He leaned in closer, and Autumn slowly closed her eyes, waiting to feel his lips on hers. She waited, but nothing happened. "What are you doing?" a conscious voice snapped her back to reality, and she opened her eyes to find Ivan staring at her weirdly. "Are you okay? You've been closing your eyes and smiling weirdly," he said, and Autumn palmed her lips in embarrassment. She abruptly stood up and ran away from the table, mortified.

He saw Luna and Liam, their faces land with the enchantment of the Whispering Woods, their giggling resounding through the trees. A tear got away his eye, a single tear of lament and yearning. He had made botches, but he decided to form alters. He would stand by Aveline, bolster her each step of the way, and offer assistance to fulfill her fate. He would be the Alpha she required, the father his children merited, and the mate he had continuously yearned to be.