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"Okay mam we will try to find him out but for that we need his whereabouts means how does he look and what he wore for the last time when you saw him so if you won't mind can you share that with us”, he asked me in order to know about what Andrew was wearing for the last time and how does he exactly look like so that they can find him easily without many efforts “He wore a T-Shirt with black coat and blue jeans, and he is 6'2" (1.88 m) and he is having brown complexion with Blue Eyes”, I told the officer in order to help him out so that he can find Andrew as early as possible

It was the kind frequented by those who did not want to be found— hence its intriguing name. I spotted Andrew, an old acquaintance of mine seated at the corner, nursing a drink. "Andrew," I greeted, sliding right into the booth opposite him. Even I was terrified at the sight of him. He had a scar around his eyes that made him look like he was from the fire nation. He always wore a tank top to reveal his large sized muscles and endless tattoos which he claimed to be the memories of his life. There was even a tattoo of him in jail— the man never ceased to surprise me.

Everything stopped, the sunlight illuminated him and enhanced each and every one of his perfect and large muscles, this time he continued to move, towards the boat the boy he had seen near the cafeteria was heading again, only this Once, he was wearing navy blue pants with the Blue Oceans logo and he came with his torso completely naked, that is, he had nothing on. I must say that his torso, God!, his abs were well defined, very defined, his chest was like it was split in half but in a very subtle, delicate way, his wide and muscular shoulders showed that this guy, Andrew, was that what they said? What was his name? He spent hours defining that slender and athletic torso.

I walked hastily to the door to avoid keeping whoever was at the door waiting. I opened the door and I was greeted with the stoic face of Nate’s personal guard, Andrew. I call him Andrew, the stone because his expression was always as hard as a stone, plus he never laughs. One can never tell what is going through his head. His expression was always unreadable. I creased my brows as I stared at him. What was he doing here? Why was he without Nate?” I thought to myself as I continued staring at his face.

Too dazed to fully process, I let a gasp escape me as Andrew jumped up and tackled me to the ground. "You bitch." He growled. "Do you think this will kill me?" "Yes." I gasped, pushing aside all the sympathy I felt for him. To prove my point, Andrew's skin began to turn grey and crack until finally he exploded, sending Ash flying around me. "Come on." Lifting my gaze from where Andrew had just been, I found Ashton now in his human form. "Y-yeah."

Alpha Nathan wore black jeans and a white shirt while I wore my white dress. “Are these your ceremonies?” I asked, wanting to break the ice. I had to find some way to approach the man. His head snapped in my direction and I couldn’t help but shy back in my seat as I feared his reaction, my heart racing against my ribcage “our pack had different ceremonies, that is why I’m asking”

With his ocean blue eyes, that has just the right amount of turquoise to leave a person hypnotized. “Andrew,” I moan, as his tongue darts out, licking my skin, his teeth nipping at me desperately. A neediness and urgency in him that isn’t usually there, and it’s driving me wild. How the hell am going to resist him when he is tugging me closer using the waistband of my basketball shorts?

ETHAN POV I growl under my breath as Miranda tenses and practically curls against my side in fear. The wolves challenging Andrew are covered in tattoos, but not the art I am used to seeing. The images printed on their flesh are meant to install fear. The poor excuses for artwork depict women being violated and men being tortured or killed. Two of them have their hit list tattooed on their chest. "Alpha King, thank you for taking the time to come to the South pack," Andrew says interrupting my thoughts as I approach him in the field they have chosen to fight in.

As my father paraded me around to his guests, I kept a sharp eye out for Andrew. Then they entered through the main doors. Andrew was in the lead. His brown hair was combed back, face rough with a shadow of a beard, making his jawline more striking. He wore a traditional black and white tuxedo. It fit like a glove, making his appearance more desirable with the cut of his muscular body.