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“Yоu’rе hарру tо solve аnоthеr hіgh-рrоfіlе ‘саtсh-а-сор-іn-thе-асt’ саѕе. It hаѕ nothing tо dо with April, dоеѕ іt?” Hе doesn’t ѕау a wоrd. Nоw I knоw іt’ѕ truе. Agent Jason Cooper hаѕ ambitions. Of соurѕе hе dоеѕ. It’s not аbоut ѕаvіng Aрrіl аt all.

“Just let me say something quickly—I am incredibly sorry that I made you go to dinner with Joel so that I could shag Brett, Sasha, I am indebted to you.” “Seriously? I have never seen the pair of you doing anything useful.” Perfect timing, Damon saunters up, white lab coat blowing slowly in the breeze like he’s part of some dramatic film crescendo. I’m already mourning my pride. “I’m going to have to report you.”

I can’t help but ask him with a hit of concern in the tone of my voice. "Something strange just happened today, mate. Remember when I told you that aside from Lincoln and Fabian, I also have two more vampire brothers? Their names were Guzman and Polo, and for some unknown reason, we find their coffins inside our mother's coven. I thought our mother doesn't want the original vampires roaming around that's why she created the white oak stake to paralyze their body." Michael said and for some inexplicable reason, I can feel my heart beating so fast upon hearing the story about his other vampire brothers.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

She sighed making a meh face The rest of breakfast was fun. The cook came back and thanked Charlotte for her generosity and help with breakfast. I headed up to my office afterwards to try and get things rolling with that rogue going back to her pack. I’ve yet to learn her name. Oh well, if he kills her I guess it wouldn’t matter right? When I opened my office door, Creed and Ryan stood there with there arms crossed against their chest “ what?” I asked walking past them over to my desk to sit down

“and seeing as I have access to your office, the two of us can work together, and rather than sending the designs to specific people, I can make these people come to you, begging for attention.” “I do not need your help, thank you.” I said, glaring at him. He got up and nodded, handing me a picture that made my heart drop to my chest. It was Ezra kissing a blonde woman. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and his around her waist with a few drinks. I frowned and shook my head, the man had to be lying, yes, Ezra must have had his past with different women, there was no denying that, but the two of us had a deal, and him breaking his side of the deal was not only going to affect my own work

He knew that. A tree, you moron. You are a little slow, aren't you? The scruff of Coop's neck stood up. He was considered a genius in scientific circles. He'd almost perfected a vaccine against Dutch elm disease, a breakthrough that could save thousands if not millions of trees a year. He was not a moron. Really? Then why are you sitting on your butt, talking to a tree? The tree had a point, but Cooper shrugged it off. Do you have a name?

Sitting nearby was a skeletal old man, and his thin frame resembled mere dried bones. "So, you've finally found this place," the skeletal figure said calmly, his hollow eyes opening. "I suppose you don't know me," he continued, his voice carrying a chilling indifference. "I'm Marais Cooper, founder of the Secret Sect and its first head. It was I who destroyed the Collins family. "And your sisters… It was I who ordered their capture. Though I must admit, others seem very interested in their peculiar physiques." "You monster!" Chase's expression darkened. "Die!"

No one dared to breathe heavily in his presence. David took a step forward and said, "Mr. Zane, I'm David Cooper. I've been working in the CEO's office for five years. My uncle, Jerick Cooper, wants me to say hello to you." The man glanced at David, and although his gaze didn't change, those who knew him knew that he didn't like this kind of networking. He looked at Luna, who immediately lifted her chin and said, "Mr. Zane, my name is Luna Saun. I've been working in the CEO's office for three years."

He said, looking away from me, looking at my betas, before turning his attention to me. “What’s your name?” I demanded, stepping closer. “Taylor,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “I knew you’d come. I was waiting for one of you to come, someone to trace the body, someone to try and help.” “Did you bring Caleb back?” His eyes flicked to mine. “No. I stayed away. We all did. We couldn't approach. We saw him being brought to you, but there was a darkness that was around him. It stopped us from approaching.”