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The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

She turned to stare after him. "Who was that?", she found herself asking. The butler’s voice answered behind her. "Skylar Blackthorne, the young master of the house." And also her step-brother, Amanda thought to herself. She gave him one last look before they continued up the stairs towards the drawing room, but Amanda couldn't get the encounter out of her head. Why was he so cold? And what did he mean by 'human'? Samuel stood at the center of the drawing room, tall, commanding, silver hair swept back, his black suit tailored to perfection.

Emily Parr. Blankenship threw himself into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was a living, breathing creature, burrowed deep in his chest. Its bloody claws raked his insides and its beady black eyes fixed on his soul. He challenged the beast, pinning it inside the dark place in his head. He still had control, for a while yet. The butler entered with a decanter of brandy and poured a glass, setting it on the counter. "Will there be anything else?" Baltus wheezed.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

And maybe that’s why it felt wrong because the moment didn’t last. “Seems like you’re getting comfortable", a sharp cold voice booms in our ears. Our eyes slowly darted to the source of the voice and I freeze. Adrian Blackwood was standing with his eyes darkened and face scowled. "Sir...", Davel mumbles. He immediately pulled back his hand like he had been burned. We both stood up in attention but his eyes were cold passing a last glare at us before he leaves without any other words. What's wrong with him?

I muttered quietly under my breath. We drove into a white gate and there it stood. A magnificent tall building—an obvious mansion, with more windows than I could count. The door of the house was controlled with a button, from a tab held by the woman. I scrunched my nose. Don't blame me, I tried to be impressed, I wanted to be, but Tyler Blackwood was at the top of my blacklist. Whatever he'd done that seemed nice to him, was just simply bland to me. Who was this Booker Greyson anyways? Why did I have to be her?

“for that reason, I Agatha, of the White Wolf, refused to be your luna.” Austin’s eyebrows knitted tightly. His eyes blazed with anger. He growled loudly at her. “I refused your refusal.” Agatha gasped at his words. “I, King Austin, Alpha of the Black Wolf, reject your proposal.” He waved his hands and his magic slipped out and closed the curtains. He was on top of her, staring at her with a cold look. His masculine body was glistering with redness. His manhood was leaping. His handsome face stared at her as he was ready to have her.

“I’m hungry.” The stark admission hung in the sterile air. It was not a plea. It was a fact, as unvarnished and true as the silver in her blood. She saw the minute calculations happening behind his dark eyes. A hungry wolf was an unpredictable wolf. A hungry wolf who showed no fear in an alpha’s territory was something else entirely. To her utter shock, Dante Blackwood turned on his heel and walked toward the open-plan kitchen, a space of sleek black cabinets and cold steel. “There’s food in the refrigerator,” he said, his back to her. “Eat. Then you will leave.”

Her vision blurred and her eyes watered. No, this can't be happening. Her hand went to his face. It was cold and hard. And his skin, it had started changing color. "Master!?" The Butler seemed about to have a heart attack and he let out a loud curse. Hailey looked up at him, trying to muster up a word. "W-what is wrong with him." But the Butler's attention wasn't on her. He brought out his phone and started fiddling with it. He didn't seem to have a firm grip. Then he tossed his phone and sprang up to run for the stairs.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?