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"Thank you doctor. " Drake walks the doctor out and I head into the kitchen to make coffee. The door to the living room closes and I hear Drake's footsteps behind me. "Did you have a good night? " "Yes thank you and you? " He doesn't answer and considers my cup of coffee with a strange eye, then he walks behind the counter and sets a plate of fresh fruit down for me. I take some grapes and put them in my mouth, the juicy fruit then exploded under the force of my teeth. I close my eyes to let the flavor of the fruit fill my mouth. I take another fruit and I crack inside, the fruit is so juicy that the juice flows from my lips to my throat. When I open my eyes, I meet Drake's gaze on me. A str

"Let them hear how I fuck you." "Oh god, Dante—I'm coming!" I cried, walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me. With a groan, he pulled out, stroking himself. Hot ropes of cum painted my ass and lower back in thick pulses. "Mine," he rasped, marking me. We panted in each other's arms when a sudden knock sounded. The door clicked open. "Room service for Mr. Thompson? Complimentary champagne—" I yelped, scrambling to hide my naked, cum-streaked body behind Dante's broad frame, grabbing the discarded slip to cover myself.

He fell to the ground with a loud thud, undeniably dead from that one attack. Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Jaden turned to look at Adrian fiercely. ‘He’s the one who threw that pen!’ At that moment, Adrian was already seated upright with the file removed from his face. Yet, he still seemed as calm as ever, which left Jaden shocked. Hydra had also noticed Adrian as he said, “I wasn’t expecting for there to be another veteran here. What’s your name?” Adrian smiled and leaned back into his chair. “My name is Adrian Xander. Some people know me as Draco.”

They bowed. “Alpha.” I stopped. A dry laugh almost escaped me. “Wrong person,” I said calmly. “That’s my brother.” A flicker passed between them—uncertainty, unease. One stepped closer, eyes narrowing as he studied my face too carefully. “You shouldn’t joke like that, Alpha.” “I’m not joking.” I held his gaze without blinking. “My name is Adrian. And I’m here to see Drake.” Some of them shifted. Others still didn’t believe me.

The Alpha said. "It's Cyrus. Cyrus Steele." He said as if he was formally introducing himself to the guests. "You piece of shit! Get me out of here!" The young boy screamed at him. He faced the boy and shook his head. "Now, that is what I'm exactly going to do and no, I'm not the piece of shit," he said as he walked towards the boy who crawled backwards until his back has hit the wall. "You are," the Alpha said as he pointed his forefinger at him.

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

“It doesn’t work that way, Adrian. You already know so much about me—my past, my weaknesses, my life. The least you can do is offer some kind of information back.” His mouth curved into a faint smirk, and he leaned in, bridging the gap between us. “Fine,” he said softly, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m Adrian. I have enough power and resources to get you everything you want—freedom from Callum, security, protection.” His eyes darkened, a flash of heat in his gaze. “But that comes at a price.”

He moved back as Sicily walked in and reached out to brush a leaf off of her arm. "Oh damn! You did ask me to pick that up." She turned as the door behind her opened. Drake. "Pick what up? Need me to go grab something for you guys? I don't have to be at the gym for a while." He slid his hand over his stomach, his movements accentuating the eight pack that lay beneath the tight t-shirt. The man had to be the most beautiful thing in all of Maine. His dark hair begged for someone's fingers to run through it over and over again. His eyes were almost black, his skin beautifully tanned and his personality that of an alpha male with world dominance in mind.

“I don’t get what’s so special about them that makes you girls swoon.” “Girl—everything!! They look like Greek gods! Have you seen those abs? That’s why I love P.E! And when they sing...” She trailed off into a daydream. “They sing?” “They’re a musical band. They call themselves DRAKE.” “What kind of name is that? Drake is already someone’s name.” “It’s an acronym—D.R.A.K.E. Dexton, Ray, Ashton, Eric. The ‘K’ stands for Kelly.” “Who’s Kelly?”

“The only agreement we had was that I would become your Luna and you would train my warriors; you can't change the deal because you want to.” Drake's frustration and anger simmered beneath the surface as he watched Amanda's scowl deepen. "Let me be unequivocally clear, Amanda," he stated, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge. "I am Alpha Drake of the shadow pack, and I take no prisoners, and as my luna, you have to obey me." Amanda gave a deep-throated laugh, “You must be out of your mind to think I will bow to you.” Drake grabbed her by her cheeks, angry that his body reacted to her. He felt his body stir, and was it a boner forming? “You better watch you