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I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

While she’s talking with someone, I went to her dispenser to have some hot water and make a coffee. Before I could even rip the packaging of the coffee, Val pulled me aggressively and took with her towards the elevator. She then pressed the highest floor of the building which was the floor of our boss’s office. “What’s happening?” I asked, confused. “There’s a small ceremony for the new agent of our organization.” “Agent?” “Yes. A ceremony to welcome an agent.” “A ceremony to welcome only one agent?!”

Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link. “Bring her here,” I said firmly. “But, Alpha, aren't you in injuries?” “Just shut up, Alkane! Bring her here right now!” I exclaimed, distraught, at doctor Daleon. “You stay here; a woman allegedly brought medicine for my wounds, but I need you to check the quality and see if it can truly heal me.” “This doctor will obey,” he says, agreeing. I sat back in my swivel chair, continuing to pour wine into my glass.

I winked at him and stylishly made my way to the counter where I presume drinks would be sold. "What do you have?" I asked the barman as I slumped my ass into one of the high stools. "Urhm, there's tequila, vodka and soda, Sherry Muscat, gin, whiskey, Brandy, rum, campari…" "Forget it. Just give me the best one you have. Make it a little strong but not too strong.' Moments later, he presented me a glass of whatever mixture he had done. "Take a sip and tell me what you think. My secret recipe only for the special ones like you." He winked.

casandra and I approached him to hide it. I gave him the money, and he spoke to us. "Did you run away from home?" "Uh... yeah, well, we have to get back home." Lucky for us, he was a beta, so he didn't have that mental capacity to tell us something. "mmmm, I see. It's only, 75 dollars." I pulled out a $100 bill

What should I do now with this? Shaking her head, she went back to the laboratory and started working on the trial antidote. Unlike the love potion that had many ingredients, the antidote only has four, which are: a. Fresh local honey b. Cyclamen c. Melatonin d. Chemical X. The chemical X was her own made chemical that can made someone forget. While Cyclamen represents the goodbye of the forgotten love. Melatonin triggered the sleep side, which is needed for the bait to leave the target.

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

Allen didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, she wore it anyway. "Hello, they're gorgeous. It smells lovely in here...or is that just your scent?" Seth purred. Every Omega had a unique scent. To some people, their scent smelled heavenly, and to others, it smelled horrible. It depended on the person. However, to most people, Allen's scent was on the heavenly side. She smelled like Vanilla with chocolate chip cookies, along with the smell of rain. To some people, it would sound weird that those things would smell good together, but they did.

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.

She returned to her chair and began to read, her voice filling the cabin with the echoes of the past. “Long ago, in a land shrouded in mist and magic, there lived a brilliant alchemist named Elias Thorne. He was obsessed with the concept of duality, with the idea that every soul has a twin, a mirror image, a perfect complement. He believed that by harnessing the power of duality, he could unlock the secrets of the universe and achieve immortality.”