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My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

If Alastor doesn't pay attention, July is too embarrassed to explain what she means by that limitation. July is still waiting, hoping Alastor can catch what she is trying to convey from the action earlier. Without knowing that the small act so affected him at this time and changed atmosfer. Alastor, who had been unmoved for a while, just stared at July. Extend his arms until body moves forward. Hands long enough to reach July without having to push forward the table, half standing as July did earlier.

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

The first girl voices my thoughts and her pouting friend's eyes go wide. "Me too. Can you imagine Abaddon helping move you into all the right positions? I'd get them wrong on purpose just to have him touch me." The third girl says, making the pouring girl grin. "It wouldn't be Abaddon though, it would be Alpha Eligor." She laughs and they all shudder. "You know he's screwing their maid." The third girl lowers her voice. "Even with Grace in the house." "The Alpha dips his wick anywhere he wants. I heard my parents talking and even when Luna Kateline was alive, he was sleeping around. It's gross." The first girl shakes her head in disgust and then they're interrupted when our teacher bangs on

He's a time bomb that can go off at any time. Santo slides open one of the heavy drawers of the solid oak desk and pulls out a brown envelope made of kraft paper. He clamps his cigar between his teeth and pulls out a series of photos he raises in the air. "Do you know what these are, Lulu?" he asks me, his eyes dark. His Italian accent is even stronger than I remembered and has the effect of an ice-cold shower on me. He terrifies me. I say no with my head. Santo gives me a smile that would horrify even the Devil himself. Then he puts his glass on the desk to grab his cigar and blows the smoke to the side.

We are now three against Alpha Theo’s evil army. “Omario? Are you fucken’ kidding me!” Alpha Theo roars when he realises what just happened and picks up his step towards us. “Theo, please let…” Luna Nala tries to speak but Alpha Theo almost bites her head off. “Shut the fuck up, Nala!” That’s when everything becomes surreal.

Alpha Jacob. The sight of his lanky, grotesque frame and those piercing pale blue eyes sent shivers down my spine. I was alone, with no one to help me but my own wits. I stared at him, my eyes tracking his every movement with suspicion, but I said not a word. Alpha Jacob stepped forward, a cynical smile playing on his lips as he observed me. "Well, well. We meet again, Luna Nora," he said in a tone that sent shivers down my spine.

Hawthorne. I looked at the pile of pictures of beautiful girls on the table like a pile of dollars put in front of me. I admired each photo of naked human girls posing in the most lascivious positions with the shyest expressions. There was no werewolf who didn't love their fabulous nudity. I select the most lascivious photos from them and pack them into eleven envelopes. Each envelope corresponded to a girl and contained twenty photos of her. These photos are given to their future Alpha, who will make small demands on the slave's body.

"I promise I won't." My friends got into the car and zoomed off, after waving and throwing a lot of flying kisses around. I stood outside for a few minutes, feeling stared at and when I turned to look at where it came from....there stood L'Angelo Dell Morte, in his devilish Booraldo suit, a drink in his hand as he leaned on the pillar of the balcony, staring at me with a dangerous look that could set my life on fire! TBC