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At this moment, a tall man in a battle uniform hurried into the combat command room with a document in his hand. He stood at attention with a salute and said, “Senior Commander Aubrey, this is the Chief God’s Order from Mount Olympus. Zeus, the chief of the 12 gods, has issued the order.” The old man in the lead looked at the document. His expression finally relaxed a little as he said, “Very good. Immediately dispatch the best battle group and put an area of a 50-mile radius around Clink Manor on tight defense to prevent the gods from getting out of control!

my wolf heaves in relief- he to is tensed up like me “Does anyone need water…?” I tried to buy time again “Keep your damn water to yourself! You careless wolf!” Commander Darren attacks me with dangerous glares "Okay okay,” I say, keeping my voice steady despite my relief, still hoping that they do not smell Alora here. "Shall we move on to the next section?" I shuffle some papers on my desk, making sure to disorganise them just enough to waste more precious time when they're needed later.

“Who are you?” As if it was a cue, Theodore put his hand on his chest and bowed at her. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle, I am Theodore Doyle, your new butler at your service.”

I complain. “Alpha Command is different from Alpha Ruling. With Alpha Command, it’s your voice that holds sway. It’s not true control, but your voice carries enough authority that they’ll be inclined to obey. Someone with a strong will can resist it. But with Alpha Ruling, you’re controlling their mind. You’re tapping directly into their brain, and there’s no way they can refuse.” “Does this mean I can only control one person at a time?” “No. You can have multiple people under your control, but you can only activate it one at a time. If three people are looking directly into your eyes when you give a command, then you’ll command all three. But it’s much more effective when it’s done one by o

The heat was palpable, and the air itself seemed to hum with it. “Speak.” Maximo commanded, his tone low but firm, like a predator issuing an order. The waiter bowed his head gently. “Here is the ice cream you ordered, sir.” Maximo didn’t look away from Amelia. “Hand it to her,” he commanded, his voice still unwavering, still filled with the same dark intensity. The waitress handed the bowl of ice cream over to Amelia. She took it with a word, her eyes half fixed on his. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so low it had a strange, seductive undertone to it that seemed to make the waitress ache in some unseen way. It was a whisper meant for Maximo’s ears alone.

Avery’s perfume. He doesn’t notice me watching him, but he feels it. I can tell. His shoulders tense more each time I move, like he’s bracing for something. “So,” he says finally, voice too light, “are you going to tell me what happened back there?” I stare out the window. “Just another fight. You know how they are.” “Yeah, but the way you texted me, ‘come get me now,’ that didn’t sound like ‘just another fight.’”

I said. "Rule number one, proper attire" he said. I'm clueless about what he's saying. I don't need their rules. What I need is to get out of here now. "I don't care about your rules here." "Santiago!" he called loudly. The man he had called earlier approached him. He had a pair of scissors in his hands. The commander took the scissors and faced me. "If you read the rules in the waiver given to you, you know what I'm going to do now."

He doesn't even have to be around. "So we make simple commands lifting the commands Atticus's subconscious believes he is still under. That sounds take as long as lifting true Alpha commands," another one says and mumbles of agreement fall from their mouths as they continue to study me. "I will go first," Alpha Jacobs says and I look at him expectantly. "I, Alpha Jacobs, order you to shift whenever you deem necessary," he says and I grin as the link between Roman and I strengths. I haven't been able to feel him this good sense we went to Alpha training.

29 3RD POV. Kieran barges in out of nowhere, having the door slam against the wall against him. “I want results...answers. It’s a matter of days before we attack Alaric’s pack. We must conquer it!” Their two commanders bow their heads as Kieran walks over to the counter, a large timber table that is shaped as a sphere, and there are paper works placed on top of it. “What are these?” As he asks, the two commanders join him, pointing to each point on the work, revealing the plans.

This was their final chapter, and they were going to burn it into memory. “On your back, legs up,” Marcus commanded, voice a low, filthy rumble. Kai obeyed instantly, hooking his arms under his knees and spreading himself obscenely. His hole was already puffy and glistening with earlier cum, winking invitingly. Marcus grabbed the lube bottle, squeezing the last thick streams directly onto Kai’s wrecked entrance and his own massive, veined cock—still rock-hard and angry red, curving upward with need.