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Her face was painted with orange eyeshadow and blazing red lipstick. ‘I was looking at your old high school photos and I got the fright of my life. Someone or something in the heavens knows. Broke into the trailer looking for power, thirty for it. I knew it was Artemis they wanted.’ ‘Are you sure Sera?’ I leaned forward. ‘As sure as the sky is blue. I know I get them wrong, but I know when they are right. I don’t know when it‘s going to happen, I can admit that, but honey be careful.’

Arte sighed in response, her eyes involuntarily rolling. For a while, they all chatted and had fun. Arte even had a mini fridge in the room and told them to help themselves to snacks and drinks. Angelica came running over and threw herself at Arte dramatically "Arte, are you really sure I can't marry you when I'm older?" Her little eyes were pleading with so much affection for Artemis, her idol.

“Well, hellooo, sailor…” I blink. Artemis’s voice slides through my mind like silk soaked in mischief. “If you’re going to paint a mystery man, could you not make him this attractive next time? I’m about to jump into the canvas and lick his face.” “Artemis,” I whisper, slightly horrified. “Seriously?” “Have you seen his jaw? That’s not a jaw, that’s a sculpted promise. And don’t even get me started on those eyes. Blue like sin and sadness. He looks like he could ruin me emotionally and I’d say thank you.”

She smiles widely at me with her bright ruby-red lips. “You and your dumbass brother are not funny.” I scoff with a small grin on my face. I drop the towel onto the floor and reach for my boxes as she plugs in her clippers into the outlet and sets up some other items. Artemis is the only female I don’t mind being naked in front of. We don’t have any sexual desires for each other, even though some people think I am sleeping with her since we are so close.

“You guys will be fine. Just hang in there.” She increased the output. Artemis activated the mystic art. After all, she was Athena’s little sister, so she wasn’t weak by any standard. Even if she had been tricked and was trapped inside Rashomon, she still had her trump card. She spat out a beam of blue light from her mouth— a magical treasure. It instantly self-destructed, shaking the space and blowing up a spatial hole out of it. Pitch-black, nobody knew where it led to. The explosion even disabled the confinement spell on Alex and Donovan temporarily.

“I like it. Cute. Short. Easy to scream.” Elle flinched, her back hitting the wall as if trying to melt into it, but there was nowhere to run. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest trembling with each inhale. “You’re going to be fun,” Artemis whispered, brushing his fingers along her cheek like a mockery of affection. “But let’s lay down a few rules.” He stood back up, towering over her like a shadow cast by something far more monstrous than human. “Rule number one,” he said, pacing slowly in front of her. “No running. I hate chasing. It messes up my rhythm.”

Alpha Theon said. “ Take care of yourselves, Symar is cold,” Bran said. Theon walked up to Amaria, brought out the moonstone pack crest and gave it to her, and said,“ this might be of help ”, Amaria nodded and held on to it. Jon glared at Teresa and whispered, “ do not make fail, you know what will happen if you fail” Teresa glanced back at him, gulped slowly, and nodded her head. “ Then we shall take our leave, good luck,” Jon said, the four Alphas left, leaving the four of them behind.

"Lady Artemisia, control your wolf. The Supreme Alpha is sleeping. Do not make me call the Sentinel guards to drag you back to the Lykaon Moonkeep." "You dare speak to me like that?" Artemisia sneered, stepping into his space. "I am the future Luna of the Argyros Dominion! When Leonidas realizes how Gorgo has compromised his territory, he will throw her to the rogues!" Stelios Thornfang cleared his throat behind her, his golden wolf eyes cold. "Wipe your face, Lady Artemisia. Your tears are ruining your facade." Artemisia froze, pulling out a silk handkerchief to furiously dab at her cheeks. Before she could launch another insult, a heavy set of footsteps echoed from the grand gates of the A

I pictured him to be one of those brutal and elite Lycans that commanded a territory who wouldn’t hesitate to trample on anyone that dared him. Even as a mare portrait he commanded respect, fear and power, it was literally emitting from the lifeless picture that was strung up. He of course, with no utmost doubt was strikingly handsome, good looking. I saw where Artemis got his looks from. I had to avert my eyes from him because it seemed as though he was staring right into my soul, passing on judgement and making a list of reasons why I’m not fit for his dear perfect son. A woman in a purple robe stood motionless in her painting. She had the look of class. Her eyes bore no emotions, I imagin

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.