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Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

**************************** Ariande opened her eyes and saw herself in a different room. 'How did I get here?' Her blank memory started recalling what happened. She scanned her eyes and saw her boss sleeping on the couch. 'Was it late?" She checked the wall clock. It told 8:30pm. 'Oh my God! What am I doing on the boss' bed?' Xander turned uncomfortably. His neck hurt. He then opened his eyes and saw that Ariande was wide awake. She was lost in her own thoughts. "How are you feeling now?" He asked.

I compliment, watching Phoenix get comfortable as she feeds on her father. “Thank you, I have a few nephews and we have wanted a child for years now. I’ve known a handful of hybrids and do understand they need to feed. She doesn’t need to feel awkward or weird about it,” Ares admits watching Raven rock and soothe Gunnar, who keeps searching for her boob.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

What he doesn't understand is why hasn't his analytics team told him about them? "Where is she!" Hunter growls while attacking. "What is going on here?!" Automatically Vanluke backed away without taking a hit. Ara who's in her mocha terno silk pajama shorts ran towards them. He distanced himself from Gunter and Hunter in case they steal a punch. "Ara," her brothers call out her name in sync. She gave them both a hug. "What are you doing here?" As much as he's not interested in the family reunion, he pulled Ara away from the two. He wrapped his arms around her possessively. He glared at them. "Who are they, Ara?"

My heart thundered in my chest as if it would explode. Branches whipped against my fur, but I barely felt them. My senses were honed to a razor's edge, every part of me attuned to the faint trail Lucianne had left behind. The scent of her pain, the whispers of her presence—it fueled a primal fury within me. I was a feral beast, a relentless hunter whose only mission was to find Lucianne and tear apart the bastard who dared to harm her. Nothing would stop me, not the wild terrain, not the storm, nor the doubts that I was just losing my mind from grief.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

Arianna, who didn't know what to discuss, could only keep her head down. Unlike Arianna, Arsen deeply observed the girl's face. Arianna's petite face was very pleasant to look at. Instead of getting bored, the more Arsen looked, the more he felt addicted. "Actually, why did you invite me for lunch, Mr. Nakula?" Unable to bear Arsen's piercing gaze, Arianna dared to ask. "Do you have any siblings?" This question sounded uncomfortable. Arianna was reminded of Sharon, who had said last night that they shouldn't get to know each other.

Each revealed smooth, unblemished skin, their beauty a weapon in this twisted competition. My turn came, and with trembling fingers that scraped against the silken fabric, I began to shed my emerald gown. The chill of the air sent goosebumps erupting on my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the coldness of my situation. Then, a gasp ripped through the tense silence. All eyes fell on me, not with lust or admiration, but with a mixture of disgust and horror. A jagged scar, a jagged memory of a childhood fire, ran like a crimson river across my stomach. Laughter, cruel and mocking, erupted from the gathered maidens.

In the next few seconds, a loud booming sound rang out in the room and she saw the big ghost also falling. Her eyes were open long enough to see something sticking out of Sara’s chest and her snowy white nightgown stained red. “Scar.” “Scar.” She heard everyone, including Alan the tormentor calling her name over and over again in a worrisome voice but she could not answer them. And not once did she hear Sara’s voice in the mix. Over the next couple of weeks, the clan of Scathin battled for the lives of the two precious daughters of the chieftain.