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David said flatly. Something on the dead man’s wrist caught Steeve’s eye. A crest. Black enamel. A silver serpent coiled around a fractured crown. The blood drained from his face. “No,” Steeve breathed. Jenna forced herself to look. Recognition hit her like a punch to the gut. Alice. “This is her syndicate,” Jenna said, her voice hollow. “She didn’t just survive. She expanded.” Global. Unavoidable. David’s expression hardened. “Then this war just crossed borders.”

I raised my head quickly towards the source of the voice, my gaze met a pair of clear blue-gray eyes. Alice stood at the edge of the circle, she was wearing a short black dress and matching heels, her platinum blonde hair was tied back. A katana sling adorns her shoulder, her right hand carrying a slightly dirty travel bag. Her eyes shifted from me back to Dostov and Nick on the floor, it seemed Dostov didn't notice Alice's presence at all because he was still sucking Nick's blood. Alice stepped so that she was two meters from Dostov, none of the clan members stopped her, maybe because they were just as surprised as I was. "Konstantin."

These past few days, Dahlia has been one of the prominent thoughts rocking the foundation of my thoughts. “I’m sorry, Dahlia. But you dressed like you are happy that Christoper died. Perhaps…” she scoffed. “You wanted to be the new Luna that badly.” Dahlia’s smile deepened. An art I never expected from her in a million years. She was about to respond when a thick voice cut in. “You are gravely flawed, Camilla!” Alpha Jake, leader of Blackrose Pack, is one of the most prominent packs in the country. He, too, was young like me, and he’s a man who’s not ashamed to wear the title of the most flirtatious Alpha.

If it continued like this, letting it leave Dark Forest would mean doom for Blood Dawn and possibly other packs. I closed my eyes, then used the short sword to cut my palm. Holding the fresh blood, I shouted loudly, "I, Alisha Heimann, the Alpha of Black Furies, am willing to sacrifice my soul to forever banish The Lord of Dark into the black flames!" Archie let out a mournful howl, "No!"

Alice had her gown gathered up to her belly, and he held her by the hips; she wore only a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the veins protruding. Alice Winters is a prudent and immaculate student representative by day and a poisonous, bitchy-nice slut by night. She once told me I wasn't "sorority material." She sprawled on Dr. Wolfe's table, slutting it out. Who isn't sorority material now, you bitch? I reached for my phone to record them. I knew it was wrong, but I'd use it to blackmail him to pass my next test. Her skirt gathered around her waist as her hands clawed at his back. He spoke dirty words into her ear in a raspy snarl.

Alysia wasn’t one to make a joke. He frowned, trying to piece Everything together. “But she… she’s always hated you.” “I know,” Alysia murmured. “But she still did it.” He leaned back, shaking his head slightly. “That’s unexpected.” “She’s in danger now,” Alysia said, sitting straighter and sipping warm tea from the mug that a maid had gave her. “Especially if Alice returns.” Damon’s expression stiffened. “Who’s Alice?” “A witch,” Alysia said tightly. “Andrew tried to call her when I fought him off. She’s powerful. Dangerous. I think she was supposed to help control me… or something worse.”

Layla shakes her head at me. “This is Zach; Zach meet Darius.” Zach inclines his head at me; Layla frowns, “Where's your new mate Zach?” ”Still asleep, I think I wore her out.” Layla smirks, “Can she still walk?” He laughs, “Her name is Anita, Layla, and she can, with difficulty.” Layla bursts out laughing; I stand back watching them; they are close; Zach looks like he would kill anyone who tried to hurt his Alpha.

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Lucas As I step into the room, searching for Demitri to deliver the intel he insisted I bring straightaway, I halt in my tracks, surprised by the scene before me. Alissia is kneeling, her body a beautiful mess, and it’s clear she’s been through something intense. Blake’s voice filters through, explaining something in his casual way, and I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I take in her state. I move around to kneel before her, observing her tear-streaked face, her hair wild, tangled—a chaotic contrast to her usual poise.

The floor was white and the ceiling was white, but the lady standing in front of us was black. She was drop-dead gorgeous and the first black female vamp I'd seen. She wore a white gown of some billowy substance, shimmery silver eye shadow, and silvery lipstick, and she didn't look like some jacked-up Disco Queen from the 80's, either. Sister looked good. Alexis released his grip on my wrist. I rubbed it because the new brands had not begun to heal and his constant contact had refreshed the pain. He glided over to the female.