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my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this morning. He didn’t get the chance cause I kneed his balls and bit his hand,” I snorted. “Wait, so this ‘drifter’ groundskeeper didn’t touch you, but the director’s son did? Where is the prick?” dad demanded, now turning his anger at Mister Moors.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Clever Janice. He nods, opens the back door, and cracks his knuckles. “Give me a name, and I’ll ensure he doesn’t come back here.” “Niall Horan,” Janice quickly responds, naming her abusive ex-boyfriend. That jerk is a disgrace to the magical world. He’s a totally asshole wolf. “Stay safe, ladies.” “Thank you. Thank you so much!” Janice kisses the bouncer on the cheek, and I think I see him blush.

“I used to love dancing. Then things got complicated. My mom never wanted me to get into this world, but you know how things are. I used to like ballet, and I used to learn it too.” He tilted his head. “Ballet,” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “That explains your posture.” I snorted. “You mean my spine?” “I mean the way you hold yourself. Like you could break and never let anyone see it.” He said, making my eyes soften. That silenced me for a moment. No one had ever noticed that before. “You sound like you’re analyzing me,” I said. “I am,” he said honestly. “You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.”

Boris, a tall and muscled man, said, his eyes showing a hint of excitement with the idea. It really was baffling to Kaleb how his bodyguard was fond of the Disney Show. Boris claimed it was a favorite of his wife, but Kaleb doubted that. Still, he was good at what he did. He may be a softy on the inside, but he was all muscles and a black belter in martial arts. He was the best bodyguard for him and for his son, Liam. He sighed, shaking his head, and ordered, "Go get the car.”

He smirked and winked at his friends as the youngsters made their way over. "Gramps, what's that on your plate?" Kyle pointed at the offensive leftover pie. Clancy rolled his eyes and held his hand out towards the other occupants at the table. "Never mind that come on and meet my friends. You already met Gus and Arty, but this here is Theo, Deke, and Charlie. Boys, this is my grandson Kyle, and you all know Kerryanne."

Bryson said, “Beckham is not as simple as he seems, Mr. Yarde. It would be best for you not to act rashly before looking into the situation properly.” Kayson asked, “Are you acquainted with this person, Mr. Yost?” Bryson recalled for a moment. “I’ve interacted with him before… It’s hard to describe him, but I find him to be peculiar and unlike an ordinary man.” Kayson was slightly astonished because he figured that Beckham was just an ordinary man, unlike Bryson, who was a skilled fighter. Yet, Bryson described Beckham in such a peculiar manner. Hence, he said, “Noted. I’ll find an opportunity to get in touch with him later.”

My body was exhausted coupled with the fact that I couldn't see past the heavy rain seeming to pour from the sky. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. I still haven't found answers to my numerous questions. This was my last thought before I finally lost control of my body and let the strong current carry me ... *** The storm outside eased a little but it was still dark outside and he could tell that the storm only calmed down a little but there was still more to come. He continued reading the book positioned in his hands. His thoughts momentarily straying to his sad excuse of a family. Mr and Mrs. Bronx popularly known as 'The Bronxes'. He remembered the night when his parents had suggest

Baylor POV When we walked through the door of the conference room ’Shammus’ started chanting again as the staring guy came forward with his hand extended to shake mine. “Baylor, good to see you. I am Clive Kelly and this is Phineas Brody my best friend as you would say. The other fellows here are Fergus, Aidin, and Arthur,” Clive said as introductions. “This is Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman, my best friends.”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.