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I said, completely confused. “Voidhollows don’t attack continuously like that, unless they are drawn to you. Bloodline, power. You have that, I guess.” He told me. “I didn’t ask to be a monster magnet,” I muttered, rubbing my hands on my hoodie. Auren stepped closer, his presence was oddly comforting. Not like Lucian’s predatory one or Kael’s tensed one. Just calm and steady. “There is nothing bad about it. If you keep attracting them, it may be for a great cause. You just have to learn how to harness that power within you.”

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."

He pounded on the wood until his knuckles bled, but the fortress remained entirely silent. Hours passed, and his stomach began to violently contract, his inner wolf whining for sustenance. He cast a look of utter loathing at the boiled greens resting on the table. Disgust choked his throat, but the primal edge of hunger eventually forced him to drag his body over and consume the plain leaves. A single plate of greens did nothing to quiet his metabolism, leaving him even more hyper-aggressive. “Mark my words,” Bryce hissed into the dark, his scent burning with venomous intent. “The moon will rise on a day when I trample both of your corpses into the dirt, and you will beg for mercy at my paws

He shifts his gaze to me, lets it drop to the heavy ruby choker circling my neck. “It’s an albatross,” he mutters. I’m not sure I heard him right, but he continues, gesturing to the choker. “The things we do for money and status. And for what?” He drinks down his whiskey. “I’m sure Mom wasn’t thrilled about lending it to you, considering.”

The street lights flickered past, Luca’s jaw locked, his eyes forward, his hands trembling on his gun. Noa’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. A message. Got your monster. Try and take him. -D. The van swerved as Noa’s scream split the night.

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

Dominic, Rico, and two more of Carlo’s men moved quickly but quietly, guns drawn, eyes sharp. They searched every corner of the building. Room by room. Floor by floor. Every box was checked, and every shadow cleared. But Marcus was nowhere to be found. Carlo stood in the middle of the main room, his breathing heavy, his hands clenched at his sides. He felt something in his gut, a burning feeling that told him this wasn’t right. Then, suddenly, a sound broke through the silence. A small beep. It came from Carlo’s pocket. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. His heart dropped. It was a message. From an unknown number.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Rhea The monster huffed, its hot, smelly breath hitting me in the face. I tried not to wince. My eyes closed for a brief moment as it breathed on me. It looked at me, studying me like it had before. The mist swirled around its feet and leeched over to surround mine. It looked worse than it had the last time we met. More patches of fur were missing. I heard my mates behind me react to the ever-worsening smell of dead flesh and blood. Someone gagged, and everyone else made disgusted noises in the backs of their throats. The monster’s bright red eyes locked onto my blue ones.