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Heat followed so fast I almost swayed from the intensity of it. Kade didn’t move. He looked like a statue carved around a thunderstorm. His voice stayed very calm. “You.” Kael’s gaze skimmed him once and settled on me. It was everything, judgement and accusastions. “Thorn.” Kade’s jaw flexed. “You should be dead.” “So should your cousin,” Kael said. “She isn’t because I was here.” “Is that the story you want me to take home to the Alpha?” Kade asked, deadly mild. “That a Blackthorn saved his daughter?”

I said. "Is he?" Thorne asked. Before I could ask more Thorne bit down on something in his mouth. A cyanide capsule. His body convulsed once. Then he went still. His eyes stared up at the gray sky. Empty. I stood there. The wind howled around me. Ask your father. The words echoed in my mind. "Elara!" Kael appeared at the edge of the roof above. He looked down at me. "Is he dead?" Kael called out.

I'm an omega standing on a mountain road telling myself this is enough. The lead vehicle stops thirty feet from us. Doors open. Thorne steps out first, because of course he does, and he takes in the scene with the measured assessment of someone who has been doing this for a hundred and eighty years and has learned not to react before he understands. His eyes move from the illusion Elders to the illusion army to me. "Elder Vera," he says, addressing the illusion with a slight incline of his head. "What a surprise." "Elder Thorne." I step forward so there's no mistaking who's actually speaking. "You're under arrest. Conspiracy. Child endangerment. Attempted ritual murder of minors. Surrender n

The heavy door to the groom’s private suite at the Grand Meridian Hotel creaked open. Bella Thorne, radiant in her custom ivory wedding gown that clung to her full C-cup breasts and flared over her curvy hips, stepped inside with a shy, excited smile. She wanted one last stolen moment with Connor before they said “I do.” What she found instead stole the air from her lungs. Connor her fiancé of three years was bent over the velvet chaise, bare ass up, moaning like a whore.

The female witness is dead now, and the security crystals inside the Crimson Fang Lodge were completely wiped clean by someone's claws. But his medical scouts already sniffed out the truth. He took my picture to the lodge workers yesterday, and a young omega staff member recognized my face immediately. The worker told him with absolute certainty that the giant alpha who entered my room that night was Kaelen Blackthorne. But the doctor hates that truth. He wants to keep it hidden from my mind.

It was only at that moment Kael let go of him, making him slump to the ground dead. -- Kael turned back at the sound of footsteps echoed. "He is here." he called out, excitement laced in his voice as he mistakenly hit Beta Thorne. "Uhn?" Beta Thorne jumped slightly in fright. He suddenly froze, his heart pounded hard against his chest, breath caught halfway in his throat. He glanced at Kael– whose line of focus was somewhere else. Staring at the ground, pinching himself to see if it was real. Was he dead or alive.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

bankruptcy that ruined the Vances. "Stay close," Killian whispered as they stepped out of the car. He didn't take her hand, but he placed his palm firmly on the small of her back. The heat of it burned through the fabric of her blazer, a silent claim that everyone in the lobby noticed. "Thorne thinks he’s the smartest man in the room. Prove him wrong." The boardroom was a shark tank. Marcus Thorne sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of false concern that turned to pure, unadulterated shock when he saw Elena walking in behind Killian Vanderwall.

The silk of my shirt pulled tight over my nipples, which were hard from the cold air and the shame. Twelve men walked in. Most were old and wore suits that cost more than my house. They stopped at the table and their eyes went straight to me. I saw Arthur Vance look at the blue velvet around my neck. He saw the silver lock and my ruined shirt. His face went pale, and he looked down at his papers. "Gentlemen," Kaelen said, putting his hands flat on the table. "The Thorne Group is mine now. The papers are signed. Julia Thorne is staying on as my personal asset to help out."

“She is my Luna. Look at her like that again, and you will leave here with fewer eyes than you came with.” The air froze. Kael went pale, mumbled sorry, and did not look my way again for the rest of the night. Later, in our rooms, Thorne’s control broke. He pushed me inside, slammed the door, and backed me against it. His hands were on my shoulders. “Did you lead him on?” he demanded, his voice rough. “That smile you gave him. Was it a call?” “No!” I said, shoving at his chest. He didn’t move. “It was nothing! A polite smile for a guest!”