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He was the death of me. “Fuck you,” I muttered and fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was Amy screaming and Dylan's gun dropping from his hand to the floor. *** DYLAN XAVIER “Daddy call the doctor, now!” Amy screamed shaking Annie. I stared at them not moving. You'll end up killing that woman… My mother's words rang in my ears. I was a monster. I stared at my hands, I always ended up killing the people I loved, Anastasia, now Annie.

I turned my eyes on him in a glare, "before I was rudely interrupted, when I aided you and you asked my name when I was going to go, I thought about it and told you my fake name because you know, that 'stranger danger' rule." "Was that your very long story?" he looked at me with an amused expression which suddenly turned to confusion, "Wait a minute, you said you told me your fake name. What is your real name, then?" "Yep," I shrugged, nonchalantly, "and my real name is Angela. Now you tell me your story who a-" I abrubtly take a stop when sudden realisation dawned on me. He had just killed someone. He practically murdered those guys without any remorse. He kills people. He's a killer.

She wished Cassidy was with them so that she could throw a shield or something, but she had no idea where her aunt and Zane were and no time to try and find them on the IAC or otherwise. Ryker’s face scrunched up, his eyes closed, as the first wave of excruciating pain from the serum hit him. Scott began attempting to patch up the injured arm again, but that was the least of Ryker’s problems. He was convulsing in horrendous pain now, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Son of a bitch,” Jo whispered. “Why do people always have to pull this shit on me?” She couldn’t imagine anyone having the balls to do this if her dad was in charge.

"But little did I expect that I would discover that the murderer I was meant to remove from this world was my mate." A laugh wanted to escape me at his words, followed by the strong desire to kill him for even thinking of laying a hand on either Amya or Mia. "Can I explain this to you boys?" Mia asked, perking up. "Go on." I chuckled. "You aren’t going to listen to our opinions anyway." "So true." Mia purred. "Anyway, what had happened was this…Amya met Mykel because she avenged your death." "What?" I asked. What was that even supposed to mean? "What do you mean avenged?"

I hit the ground hard, and my vision flashes black. By the time I come to, Mikey is lying dead right in front of me, eyes wide and staring and head facing the fucking wrong way. The bastard broke his neck, and Jimmy – hanging limp in Christian’s hands with a fist sized hole in his chest. I lift my revolver, and Christian drops his most recently created corpse, stepping down on my gun-hand before I can get off a single shot.

Alpha Nicholas I close my eyes and focus on taking slow deep breaths but every time I open them I still see red as that prick of a doctor continues to exist. I'm in my head and in this moment I just want to end him plain and simple. Just rip his heart out and be done with it but I can't, I can't for a lot of reasons one being the fact that he has information that we need, information that could be the answer to all our questions and a way to end this nightmare and two, well, the second reason is simple really, he needs to suffer for what he's done and not just get a quick and easy death.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I did not have to open my eyes to know that Duncan and my father were there, standing behind Alpha Lorenzo and the vampire. Chaos erupted around me, the vampire who had been holding the gun falling dead next to me. I could hear the voices of my dad, Duncan, and others fighting, but despite my best efforts, I could not open my eyes. The pain was coursing through my body and each time I even attempted to lift up my head, I was struck down with pain. Harley’s voice rippled through the mindlink and I attempted to respond, but all I was met with was darkness.

No one had come yet that morning. Just as well, because I didn’t think I could keep any more bread down, or even the water. My stomach churned, and my head was swimming. All my limbs felt loose and weak. I didn’t deserve this. Yes, I’d helped a trio of psychopaths try to kill the Armitages. I’d plotted with Jonathan Hawthorne, possibly the most terrifyingly emotionless bastard I’d ever met, so that he could enslave his own son. (Hawthorne would’ve deserved this.) I’d turned another one of my co-conspirators into a mindless half-undead monster and driven him into battle, where he’d injured I didn’t know how many of the Armitages’ pack and allies.