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She said angrily. “What’s wrong? Why are mad?” I asked. “You don’t know why? the heck Mark! Why do you sentence all that rogues enter in Wolf Fang territory a death? Why are you in a killing rampage again?” Angel asks angrily. I can feel her power but I try to ignore it. “It’s my rules Angel. You don’t have to worry about it. You have so much in your plate already.” I said. “You know, I once one of those rogues but you gave me a new life. You don’t even spare them your time or ask them if they just want to apply as new member here.” She says.

I say weakly feeling awful for multiple reasons now. “Oh, so you dream about her now huh?” She turns her head in pain. The first time I've seen an emotion other than greedy or coldhearted. “I can't help what my subconsciousness does.” “Do you like her?” she demands. I don't respond fast enough “I ASKED IF YOU LIKE HER CAMERON!” “No!” I lie. I have never lied so hard in my life. I cant have Angela turning her aim towards Faith. That would destroy her, and subsequently me. Angela stalks towards me enraged. She stabs her finger in my chest and bites out her words enunciating very clearly.

I jammed my fist into my mouth and bit down hard, muting my harsh screams. A hand fisted my hair and snapped my head up. Angela's blue eyes were gleaming with fury. "A little friend of mine told me you were sneaking around with my king...." Her hand tightened, sending pain spiralling around my scalp. She gritted out, "What the f*ck did I tell you?" Pain became a living thing within me, pulsing with a horrid vengeance that made me numb to everything else for a while. Once what she said registered, I pushed out painfully, "I....am not.... trying t...t-to have a--"

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

She was with Kian. I looked at them at their table and considered this. They sure looked closed but I wasn’t worried. Kian couldn’t possibly like an omega like her. I was just pissed that Bastain was distracted with her here. Kian was a strategic man with high standards and an established position. Angel was a divorced Omega with a tutoring job and a forum post asking for secondhand competition equipment. The arithmetic didn't produce anything threatening. "I miss Mom." I turned. Finn was looking at his plate with the small, folded expression he got when something was bothering him and he was trying to decide whether to say it.

They got the hint, but still could not make a definite conclusion. “I was amazed by the time I had smelled the scent of their blood especially the girl with a stab on her side.” Alpha Lachlan curses in the wind as he listens to Angelo. What else, of course, is giving them trouble these days. Angelo on the other hand, is enjoying narrating of what he thought is going to be the start of his dreams' fulfillment. He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles.

“I’m also scared of losing you, Anj, but this strange feeling is alien to me.” How can I explain everything to her? I pressed my forehead to hers. “If you only knew how scared I am right now.” I took her hand and pressed her palm on my chest. “My heart is aching for you, but I don’t want to be unfair.” Angela held my hand and put my palm on her heart. “My heart has been aching since I left you. My children… they’re my reminder of you, Sky, that I once got crazy in love with the elite god who made my heart beat and will never stop beating for you.” She sniffled. “You should have just run over me with that stupid Ferrari the first time we met.”

“Who needs you to hang around me?” “As I was saying you just continue being you, he’ll change one day, my son isn’t a bad guy, he’s just angry I arranged his marriage without informing him” Florence said, placing a hand on Angela’s shoulder. “Really?” Angela asked. “Of course, follow me, I’ll show you everything about his growing up” Florence took Angela by the arm and went up the stairs. She took her to a room that had a lot of young boy stuffs in it, the painting on the wall was blue, the bedsheets were also blue, the rug, everything was blue. Florence took out a magazine and sat on the bed with Angela and began telling her more about Trenton. Angela heard from Florence that Trenton was a