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She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

His reaction was immediate; one hand steadied me while the other began to unbutton my shirt. Panic surged through me, but his grip was firm. "Where do you think you're going, Yvette? I'm in this state because of you." His voice was low and close, his breath warm against my ear as he nibbled it gently. "Also, I'm an adult now."

I try to close my eyes, but Lance stops me. " No, angel. Look at us." Lance orders, and I open my eyes again. Cliff pinches my nipple and the bud hardens under his touch. My orgasm is near, and my breathing becomes erratic. " Yes, that's right, Angel doll. Come for us." Lance commands.

They were ready to unleash their vengeance upon the man who had provoked their leader's wrath. As they made their way to the charity event, Jared felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. The weight of responsibility, the desire for vengeance, and the thrill of the impending confrontation mingled within him, creating a potent concoction of determination. Upon reaching the venue, the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan dispersed, blending into the shadows and darkness of the night. Jared, Ian, and Scott slipped into the crowd, their identities masked by skillful disguises. The tension in the air was palpable, but they maintained their composure, like predators patiently stalking their prey.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

I let out a heavy sigh and recounted the events that had unfolded at my mother's house, all the while my eyes intermittently straying to the stripper, who moved with a captivating grace. "That's pretty messed up," Angelo commented, his gaze following mine. "Looks like you could use some distraction tonight." "Who is she?" I asked, curiosity piercing through my brooding. Angelo chuckled, his eyes not leaving the dancer. "Ah, you noticed her too. Just look at her—the way she moves, that allure... She is something else, isn't she?" Anger surged within me at Angelo's casual remark. How could my destined mate be the subject of such crude comments? I shot a glare at Angelo, who seemed oblivious to

Just then, my phone rang, and it was Angelo. “Morning, princess,” his deep voice stated. I could feel his smirk forming on the other end of the call. “Shut up, Angel.” “Don’t call me that.” “Don’t call me princess.” “Why because you only want Jax to call you baby?” he chuckled. “I’m going to kill you when you get here.” “Oh. Well, good thing that I don’t plan on being there. Wait, where are you?” “Russia.” “You were in Afghanistan yesterday.”

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 vent to him, not even realizing that tears had begun to leak down my cheeks. "I am so sorry, Angel. This situation is fucked up, your right. I hate to admit that destiny has a terrible way of doing things like this ... but listen to me..." he begins to tell me, as he gently cups my cheeks and tilts my head up to meet his eyes.