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The man who almost killed me, steps back with such a perfect smile that slightly shows his white and aligned teeth, while his gaze shows me the perfect fire of lust, that one that even though it consumes me, I find pleasurable. As I saw it I had two options, to be captured by the beast in front of me, who besides being a millionaire alpha, seemed to know what to use and how to use it, to capture me and as he said, make me belong to him completely, to do what he desires or change the game and let him be the one who belongs to me.

I asked when her hand tightened around mine. She nodded her head, and I immediately willed our bodies to be sucked into limbo, landing on the foot of Alastor’s massive bed. Four females were around him, each of them sucking a part of his body. Alastor pushed the female nearest to him, and the other scampered away, hissing at the disturbance, while the demon prince’s eyes were blazing with fire as he looked at me. "[Who gave you the right to enter this tower?]" He snarled, his demon fangs erupting from his gums.

, I said to him, looking into his eyes. " Alpha, you are going to commit the biggest mistake of your life, and trust me that, in the end, everything will be destroyed and every happiness will be at stake," he said to me and left my room. I don't care how many lives will be destroyed, but I only want my family back and, for it, I can stoop to any level and all the right and wrong have already left me. I go to the dungeon area to meet my culprit and there I find Caroline hugging her knees and crying. I completely turned off my emotion.

It breaks my heart that he is the only true friend I have left in this world, and I haven't even looked at his face since we were children. Then my wolf gives a sharp yip inside my chest—Lestat! He is walking right out of a dark alleyway, heading straight toward my position! His massive frame is swaying slightly from side to side—has he been drinking fermented fire-mead? His amber eyes are blinking heavily under the bright neon signs, and he flinches the moment his gaze sweeps past a large, burly male tracking him from the shadows. The shadow wolf starts creeping closer, and Lestat shifts his weight, increasing his stride.

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

I guess their relationship is back on then. I feel a pang of something – jealousy maybe – and it must be showing clearly on my face, because Alastaire takes the phone back and checks the photo. "My mistake!" he says, swiping his finger across the screen. "Wrong one." He swipes a few times and stops on an innocent photo of his beloved pug Charlie curled up on a chewed-to-bits pillow, like a really big ugly baby bird in a nest of feathers and shredded fabric. I've seen this photo like a million times before – it's Alastaire's Twitter and Tumblr profile picture. It's nothing new.

The room reeked of smoke and cooked meat, layered with something more primal, more alive. The walls bore the weight of history—tapestries depicting hunts, wars, conquests. The chandeliers, crafted from antlers, cast flickering shadows across the long wooden table where werewolves dined with unrestrained vigor. Flesh tore. Bones cracked. Growls wove through conversations spoken in guttural tones. She felt the stares, the unspoken disdain. Human. Outsider. Prey. At the head of the table sat Adolphus. He radiated command, his dark hair falling in a wild mane, red eyes pinning her like she was a curiosity rather than a hostage.

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

Bella's big wolf sank its canines in Heath's flesh and threw him away effortlessly. I fell down on the floor, gasping for oxygen.She pointed in the direction of the spell with her head. "I tried.It is not helping" I tell her but she kept signaling there. I looked back there carefully while she went to stop Heath again. I literally messed everything from the spell board then what did I miss? The picture! My picture is still in the centre.I got back on my feet and quickly rushed towards it.I grabbed the picture and burnt it. I again kicked away all the candles.A howl ripped through the air, I got goosebumps.