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"I am making Scones and sausages and eggs." "I love scones. With butter and jam." Amelia said with an excited smile. She had befriended most of the omegas in the pack. They were all treated badly by Colton and Meganne. They only respected higher position wolves and the omegas are forced to do so much work around the pack.

Author's POV : 1 month has passed since Smaran went. In this one month, he is waiting for only one thing and that was meeting his friend Amit, whose wish is going to be fulfilled today. He is waiting impatiently for Amit standing at the airport. "Hello Brother", As soon as Amit sees him, waves his hand in the air excitedly and comes to him and hugs him and He hugs him back. "How are you?", Smaran asks him with a smile. "I'm fine and you tell me how are you and how is that fake girlfriend of yours?", He asks mischievously.

His worries were clearly visible in his eyes. "We need slaves for our power source. And you are part of the Dumitrese now, so you will come and eat with us." Amos instantly turned pale, his breathing almost stopped. The thought of human flesh on the table made him vomit. With trembling hands, Amos released his grip on Sera's leg. He looked away, not wanting to show his disgusted face. Who? Who were they going to eat tomorrow?

Excitement pulsed through the air, as I named off the rules. I stood before them, mask of calm firmly in place. It was tradition. I would strip first, shifting and in doing so, it would the others would follow after. The moment I allowed Amos to take over, a sudden spike pierced the bond and both Amos and Xio locked eyes. ‘MATE.’ Amos roared so loudly our vision split. A second wave hit. Stronger this time. It was a jolt of fear. Not mine, but hers. It stabbed into my ribs like a blade.

“Don’t we all love it when a brother supports another brother in everything, even though he should be the rightful heir to the throne?” My mind would’ve gone blank with misunderstanding if the three powerful Incubi in front of me hadn’t burst out laughing. Their laughter wasn’t heartfelt, seemed forced and sarcastic, but to outsiders, it would look like we were having a good time. “Back to your petty manipulative games, I see.” Amber shook her head, a sardonic smile on her face. “Just leave, Asmara. No one wants you here.” “Are you sure about that?” I didn’t like how Asmara’s beautiful face turned cunning and a smile formed on her face. Apparently no one liked the way she smiled either.

Bridget added, pulling out a Map to show where the explosives needed to go. “Where is Sam being held?” Ashur asked. Bridget and Skylar smiled at each other. “Why are you smiling? Why are they smiling?” He asked starting to get angry. “Ashur, calm down and take a deep breath.” Skylar told him. “I will not, my mate is going to be sacrificed and you want me to calm down.” He said taking a deep breath before continuing. Bridget and Skylar watched as Ashur’s demeanor changed. He looked past the sisters and watched as Sam entered the clearing. He started to tear up as he pushed past the sisters and broke into a run. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her hard. He sat her back down and she ta

I shrug, not wanting to retell this half-truth. “Please, Saph, don’t try to bullshit a bullshitter. Your eyes are totally bloodshot, and I can smell the vodka on your breath from here.” Amy crosses her arms and juts out her hip, her round eyes narrowing at me. I feel my cheeks redden with shock, as embarrassment, and anger rock through me like ocean waves crashing against rocks. “Saph. You know this pack is dry- no alcohol, and certainly no drugs allowed. If Alpha Ash-”

Adom, Jane, Sebestian and Jason shared a mischievous look before rising and following Sam's lead, stripping and jumping into the lake. Ammy felt her body flush as she watched her alphas slowly remove their clothing, throwing her sly, knowing glances as they revealed more and more flesh to her hungry gaze. She had never seen a more beautiful sight and she ran a hand over her hot face, trying to compose herself. Should she join them?