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Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

He brought out a golden name tag, and it read "The Arcane Twins." "Do you know what those twins really are?" he told me, and I crossed my arms over my chest waiting, even though I knew nothing would ever make me change my mind. When he spoke again, I realised I was very wrong.

Eden said feeling determined, let's see how long that lasts. Eden headed back to the agency and unlocked the office, opening Malakai’s password. Now the real question being, what the hell was the password? It could literally be anything, Malakai was such a closed off person, and his passwords could range from anything. So first she tried the basic ones. His birthday. Nope. Eden’s birthday. Nope. Lilith’s birthday. Nope. the date of the fire. Nope. the date of his parents' deaths. Nope. What was left? Nothing. She tried a bunch of random numbers and letters but Malakai was smarter than that.

Arc The garish neon lights of Rick's Riot towered above, casting an eerie glow over the darkened street. The bar's name pulsed like a warning signal, sending a shiver down Arc's spine and stirring a primal unease that made his instincts scream warning. Arc's hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation warring with curiosity. Rick's Riot, Thorne Town's beloved gay bar, beckoned with its vibrant neon lights. He hesitated outside Rick's Riot, his heart racing with uncertainty. He'd never set foot in a place like this before. The vibrant bar seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, intimidating him.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

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From that night I had confronted him about Matthew's release. I let my eyes drift between the two men before me. They both looked very much alike, yet they screamed polar opposites. Shawn sat confident, his whole demeanor, especially his eyes, probably the silver colour of it, made him look hostile, cold and mean. On the other hand, Colin gave off a more friendly and warm energy, his gold eyes, inviting you in. Just my type. No. My stupid wolf protested. Excuse you? My type. Not your type. “The first hunt takes place today.” Shawn said, looking at me.

Lines of text scrolled up too fast to read entirely—usernames, pack tags, and reaction flares. “…finally someone says it—” “…asset my ass—” “…Tribunal shill here, this is dangerous misinformation—” “…protect our omegas, shut her down—” Rae slowed the scroll. A new flood pushed up from the bottom, thicker than the rest. #AuctionTheWitch #AuctionTheWitch #AuctionTheWitch Variations, too: Auction the witch. Sell the mind‑controller. The highest bidder gets the asset.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.