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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.”

He didn't know that Alicia was busy discussing women's business in this serious investigation. But not Elena, who raised her eyebrows high. Her expression turned amazed and enthusiastic. She nodded quickly and smiled. "This is diamond black, limited edition." The green-eyed girl thrust her fingers polished with the world's most expensive nail polish proudly. Elena allowed Alicia to clearly see her colored nails. Meanwhile, Nicholas just observed Alicia's movements without saying anything. "Look, they're sparkling! Beautiful, isn't it?"

Alicia Stewart stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in her apartment, gazing out over the city's nightscape. Her reflection was mirrored on the glass, her long blonde hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, accentuating her fair skin and delicate features. She was wearing a simple white silk robe, holding a glass of red wine, and her eyes sparkled with thoughtful light. There were still two weeks to go until the launch of the new product, and Alicia's mind was already forming a vague outline of a plan. She knew that the event was not only crucial to the company's future, but also a golden opportunity for her to get closer to the Black family.

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.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

Nothing we trained for would have prepared me for what I saw in front of me. “Alpha”, someone said from behind us. “We wait for them to make the first move, they're under someone's command”, he said. “I just can't figure out who exactly”, he said through our mindlink while squeezing my hands in his. I was impressed that he figured it out already. “Alysia. She's the one that can have them under the control of her black magic”, I told him through our mindlink. At the mention of her name, Jasmine and Daxon growled in anger. “She's mine and mine alone to kill”, he growled.

On her arm, walking half a step behind her in the way a younger woman walked behind a princess to show proper loyalty, was Alice Blackstone. Alice had clearly spent all morning preparing. Her gown was the newest style of the season, a soft cream colour that made her skin glow. Her hair had been done in two long braids pinned at the back of her head with small pearls. She was younger than most of the women in the room, and prettier than nearly all of them, and she knew it, and she had chosen this exact moment to walk through the door so that everyone would see her. A few of the older noblewomen exchanged the kind of look that did not need words.

Alice hoped that perhaps Mr Darrow might come to see her as more than a virgin in his charge. With the help of a wide-eyed maid, Alice put on the new dress. She marveled at the exquisite black silk, and delicate crystal embroidery. She examined her reflection in her vanity mirror. Her waist was cinched by her corset, and accentuated by figure- hugging black silk. Her soft breasts were pushed high in the bodice. She lifted up a necklace of tiny pearls to place around her throat. Alice smiled at the effect. She looked like a woman who might be worthy of being fucked by Mr Darrow. She bit her pale pink lips, pinched her cheeks, and pushed back a loose blond wave.

Then, I heard the click of her heels on the marble. I turned, and the breath was punched out of my lungs. Alessia stood in the doorway, and for a heartbeat, I forgot how to be a Lombardi. She was wearing a floor-length gown of midnight-black silk, so dark it seemed to absorb the candlelight. It had a high, modest neckline that gave way to a scandalous, plunging open back that reached the base of her spine, showing every inch of that porcelain skin.

"Do you know the price of attacking an Alphas mate...death." I scrunched up my eyebrows,surely he wouldn't kill the guy for just bruising me a little.That was a bit extreme,he would not hurt his people."My Lord he did not know this,we believed that the red wolf was our luna and then a witch just dropped in out of nowhere.We were not told of this ,forgive him please."the leader of the men in black said. Jake pulled me closer before sniffing me weirdly,I felt his muscles relax.He growled a little annoyed but only I heard it "take him to the dungeons.I will decide what to do with him next."