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I turned to Melody and found her staring at me with a weird expression. “Why are you staring at me like that?" She suddenly smiled. “Do you have a crush on the Alpha?" My eyes widened. “WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU SPROUTING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?!" I yelled before I could stop myself. They all turned to me with confusion on their faces except Cornelius who just shook his head. “Erm…. I'm sorry, carry on with your conversation" I muttered awkwardly. Lucas turned to Ares. “Oh, have you thought about my request? Will you come with me to the festival? Your slave and Cornelius will be with us. Let's have fun!!" Ares groaned as Lucas wiggled his arm.

I heard the alarms being disabled and within seconds the cold night air seeped into the house, shadow weavers emerged all around us, howls of wolves filled the house at the same moment. Alester shifted into his demon half, showing his long hoofs and ram like horns. His eyes were orange and leaked out fire. He roared, releasing the net we had cast from him and sending everyone flying back. I hit the wall behind me hard, letting the air slip out of my throat. Alester was on us before we had time to recuperate. He lifted us up by the throat and choked us. I began coughing and kicking in a desperate attempt to free myself. The shadow weavers began to wrap him in layer after layer of shadows.

“It’s pictures. From a security camera in the throne room. You’re in them. And so is the person who directly fired on you.” His expression hardens, and he slips the folder from beneath our hands. “Who is it?” “It’s Ashton.” Saying it out loud makes me even more angry than I was before. “You should have banished him. You should have—” “Will what I should have done undo this?” Owen snaps, gesturing to the scar on his face. “Will it undo the pain I endured?” I say nothing. He flips through the photographs, barely lingering on the flagged one. “These are all from the same camera. What about the others?”

"Oh, he can't answer now, can he?" He clenched his jaws so hard, I believe a teeth might pop out. "Child..." Marcel rolled his eyes. "Shut up, old man. She is not a child. And you have not even seen the worst of it." A wicked smile touched my lips when I remembered what I did before we came here. I personally injected Alastor with something— one of those syringes that we seized from the rogues. It was meant to kill. Slowly, but surely. Unless it was flushed out of his system.

He looked down into the box of photographs, reaching out to trace one with his finger. Like a phantom, he went right through it. I caught the flash of recognition in his eyes and turned to face him. “You know Silas?” “Sure do.” He said, clenching his jaw. “Silas Whitlock, Beta to Alpha Oliver Griffin, and friend to Mr. Phineas Striker. Those two were as thick as thieves, both members of the Eye of Horus.”

she heard Nyles shouting from behind amongst other shouts. “COME BACKKK!” Anastasia whimpered. How could she leave her maid in this condition. They would kill her too. She felt Starlight lifting in the air and jumping towards the thick air wall. He had found the bend. “NOOOO!” Nyles shrieked from behind and her massive wings fluttered behind her just in time to grab Starlight by his shoulders. Together they had leapt out of the bend, landing right into the thick mist that rolled in front of her eyes. As soon as they landed, Anastasia found herself staring into the pale blue eyes of a man, similar to Starlight. She pressed her hand to her mouth and turned around to see the man who was standin

The stranger approaches Mia. Everything is visible. Then— The blackout. Static. Three seconds. The feed returned. The stranger gone. Every camera. Every angle. Nothing. Luca cursed quietly. "Impossible." "No," Mark said. His eyes never left the screen. "It was planned." The room fell silent. Mia stared at the frozen image. The stranger's face. Calm. Smiling. Certain. Like he had known exactly what would happen. Like he had rehearsed it. Like he had already won something.

he showed the screen to him, and Alaric scrolled through the images. Alaric studied the pictures intently, but they yielded nothing. He collected it from Easton and stared intensely at it for another minute, but still nothing, causing his forehead to wrinkle, confused. Tamsin’s brow furrowed in impatience. “What is it?” Without hesitation, Alaric handed the phone to Easton, gesturing for him to show it to her. Easton rushed to Tamsin’s side and bent his back, lowering his hand to her gaze, and after making her stare at the first image for a few seconds, he swiped to the other one. “And this one, ma.”

I purred, rolling my hips until his knuckles kissed the mouth of my womb. “The devil just found his god.” Azrael’s answering growl vibrated straight through my spine. He hated losing control. He hated even more that he couldn’t tear his eyes off the holo-feed still burning across the glass: Vuk’s massive frame silhouetted in moonlight, the tiny white-haired girl impaled and shaking on his knot, both of them glowing like a fallen star swallowed by hellfire. I licked a slow stripe up his throat, tasting smoke and pure envy.