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Hated being backed into a corner. Serena had walked away too satisfied with herself, and that alone was enough to make Asher want to level the playing field. He clenched his jaw. She wouldn’t have the upper hand in this. They walked down the hall with quick, purposeful strides. Just then, Nolan’s phone pinged with an alert. He checked it, and his expression darkened. “Shit,” he muttered. Asher barely paused. “Talk.” He ordered. Nolan exhaled sharply. “It’s a small blog, Asher. One of those gossip sites trying to make a name for itself.” He reported.

(Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner. I sat up from the bed and untied the wound in my abdomen. I cringe at the wound. I can’t believe the human's got hold of Zylian poison. But I guess I am lucky to be found and treated by my mate or else I am sure I will be in serious trouble. The wound is not wholly healed but I’m sure I will be healed completely in a week or less than that if I can get medical treatment from my planet healers.

“Better than spoiled milk and moldy bread.” Hakeem, already halfway finished with his plate, grunted in agreement. The leather recliner Nox sat on creaked as he stiffened. “That’s what they fed you?” Chewing the last bit of brisket on my plate, I lifted an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t think they’d be feeding us lobster and grilled steak, did you?” Nox didn’t respond. In fact, he didn’t say much of anything. Every so often I’d feel his eyes on my face, and watch as they darted down to my fingers, which were slick with juices and barbeque sauce.

I unexpectedly choke at the smell of her arousal. “What the hell ?"I mumbled still trying to help myself from choking to death. “Aline sat on the table her bare back to me and her black hair held into a bun. I stepped forward and realized she was naked. Her blue clothes and underwear lay on the floor. Then It dawned on me that she sat on my working laptop. She turned and smiled at me: “Good morning alpha.Like what you see?" Goddess Luna, the atmosphere was so pungent.

His arm falls away, and he chuckles, continuing to follow behind her. I eye Niko suspiciously, but he just shrugs, his expression unbothered. I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I plan to find out. In our fourth or fifth store, Niko, Mason, and I are standing around, watching Alyssa browse through rows and rows of baby clothes. Her fingers trail over the soft fabrics, her eyes lighting up with each outfit she finds cute enough for Zuri to wear. "You're not supposed to bring food or drinks in here," Mason mutters, nodding towards the smoothie in Niko's hand.

Trigger Warning This chapter may include mention of physical violence, mental and emotional abuse, and sexual assault. I acknowledge that it may be difficult to engage with this content. From Alexandre’s POV As I stared at the note, I felt dizzy. It was beyond my comprehension. I recognized that handwriting anywhere. Though I wasn't sure if Arina knew, I knew I had to tell her it belonged to Zeno. The question is, how and why? I mind-linked Thiago, telling him to gather Bryan and Maribelle

“You’re all moving out, what, are you still delusional?” At that moment, an angry Farkas snapped, “We aren’t delusional, Ashina! We got the notice. But why didn’t you give us enough of time to pack our stuffs ourselves?” I folded my arm across my chest, tapped my right leg and replied sarcastically, “I’ve spent money on getting your things packed up for you guys and all you do is complain? So ungrateful you all are!” “Ungrateful? Us? Or you!” Lysara lashed out.

The next morning felt… strange. Ashley woke between the remnants of warmth on the sheets, the smell of leather and skin. She stretched slowly, every inch of her body humming with satisfaction. By the time she threw on leggings and a cropped hoodie, the place was already noisy. Ace was clattering in the kitchen, humming off-key. Cole was on the floor, assembling something that looked suspiciously like a tool chest Nolan had been promising to fix for weeks. Nolan himself was leaning against the balcony railing, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and firm… club business.

"Huh? Oh, um, we're on Kayne Street." Aslan nodded. “Kayne Street. Do you know where that is?” “Yes,” Mario replied. “But where exactly are you right now?” Aslan scanned his surroundings again. "In a park. I don't know its name because there's no sign. It’s a rundown park that looks completely neglected.” "Oh, I know where you are. There’s only one park on Kayne Street. Wait for me there, and don't go anywhere, Ash." Aslan agreed. Besides, he was exhausted from walking for hours. He didn’t even know where that street was.

Today was the 5th day of the month of September and counting down, it's been two years since that horrible incident. Lost in thoughts, Ashley stood in front of her mirror trying so hard not to let guilt overwhelm her. Her rain of thoughts is however interrupted by a noise coming from behind her. "What's up with you Luciana? You are the only one who has the right to barge into the Luna's room. Even my husband would knock at times." Ashley with arms akimbo pretends to be angry.