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But I never thought about falling for anyone else who could not be my mate, not even in my imagination. 'YES, I FALL FOR THE ALPHA, ARVAN BLACK.’

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.

he sneered, knowing full well she hated the fact that her future, as the last of the van helsings was being decided for her. "well... I guess you could always be my first husband. I could easily become a black widow if I had to marry you." "you will be mine" he said striding forward and grabbing her arm hard. "it has already been decided." Ripping her arm out of his hand, she smiled as he stared at the mud coating it, as if it hadn't occurred to him just how dirty she was. "the real question though" she said as she stepped away, heading towards the dorms. "is whether or not you are alive enough to keep me."

"Oh yeah, you really understand the meaning of loyalty!" Andrew found Jake amusing and laughed. "Well, if you won't talk, I'll just have to call Natasha over here." Jake was stunned, then sneered. "If you're going to bluff, at least make it believable. You're just a staff of Rhodes Corporation. Who do you think you're to call Madam Vostkoff over? Do you even know her nickname? Ever heard of the Black Widow? She's the most powerful woman in Jayrodale." Andrew ignored him and proceeded to dial Natasha's number.

But amidst the happiness, there was still work to be done. The black market continued to lurk in the shadows, preying on the vulnerable and innocent. Our rescue efforts intensified as we vowed to eradicate this evil from our world once and for all. Together with Lex's Alpha team and the remaining members of our pack, we devised a comprehensive plan. We expanded our Black Widow facilities, creating safe havens in every corner of the globe. Training programs were implemented, equipping individuals with the skills and knowledge to stand against the black market's atrocities. Our network grew stronger, our reach extending farther than ever before.

I confessed the reason to why I was against her decision of watching avengers. "Do you feel bad?" she asked stroking my cheek. "Of course I do." "Oh!" she muttered. She looked glumly at me and then suddenly grinned before saying, "But I will still watch it." Ah! This squirrel. "You will not," I announced pulling her on my lap. "Dhruv." she squealed. "Yeah." "Let me watch it just one more time." she pleaded with her eyes. "Sweetheart, you have been fooling me repeating the same line from the last ten times." Smiling sheepishly at me she came closer and pecked my lips before saying,

They need their Alpha. The run back to the clearing feels like an eternity but in all honesty we make it in record time. VANESSA POV They are close "Oh lookie Kraven. Your brother's mate thinks she is ready to fight a rogue horde," Frida taunts and Kraven laughs Ignoring them is easy with this disgusting smell in my nose and my focus on Hilda. When she makes her move I will make mine. I don't want to go at Frida while Kraven is still so close to her. I know no matter what I wouldn't come out on top against two Alpha born wolves.

Author pov: Avyana was paralyzed with pure terror as she witnessed another monster stepping onto the rooftop. "Vows, huh? Planning to forcefully marry my past lover—how ridiculous you are, mentally disabled Jayden Black. You always lick what I spit," Tyler spat, a sinister smile playing on his lips, madness flickering in his eyes. Jayden chuckled, unfazed by Tyler's presence, as if he had expected his arrival. "Welcome, brother. So, did you come to rescue Ava this time, or to congratulate us on our wedding?" Jayden taunted, holding Avyana tightly by her waist.

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”