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Their size and resources rivaled the South City of now. “Let the women train too,” I said to Zana, looking around the room. “Harriet Lancelot. Where is she?” A hush spread through the crowd until a small voice spoke from the back. “She was kidnapped a few days ago. The wolves took her.” “Was this a mass kidnapping or–” “Just her.” Out of all the people in Harrow Post, they took one person and it happened to be the only one who made a name for herself.

She was very elegant and beautiful, a redhead with green eyes and freckled skin, but her body still had the marks and blood from the brutality she had suffered. At the behest of Dimon Shadow, after his secretary checked the beauty of the young woman at her mother's house, the luna of the pack, a widow, who led the pack until her daughter became an adult, when she turned 18. She was kidnapped and handed over in the quarters of the alpha of alphas. bedroom of the Alfa of Alfas. Dimon had torn the young woman's clothes and raped her all night, indifferent to the screams of pain and the pleas he heard.

"So, there's this guy that I've never met, but he's meant to be the guy that I'm destined to be with and I don't get a choice in the matter? And he's currently underground in a cell? You live above a dungeon? That's fucking weird. And I have to be with a guy that I've never met because he's a werewolf and apparently I'm his mate so that means I'm stuck with him? That's fucking weird. Also, I was kidnapped by Indie's brother who is mentally insane and he's the one that raped Brooke? That's just fucked up, man." Indianna blinked. "You managed to cover everything then," she said to Kal. "Pretty much," he nodded, replying to Indianna and Alice at the same time. "Are you sure I'm not dreaming?" A

As she walked home from one of her numerous jobs on that crisp autumn evening, the streetlights casting long shadows behind her, Sophia jerkins couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the pavement, but the sensation only intensified. Suddenly, a sleek black sedan swooped up beside her, and before she could react, the door swung open, and two burly men in suits dragged her inside. Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night.

His dark eyes were staring at her. He walked into the room, "Ma'am, we have to go." He said. Her forehead creased, "Where? I didn't plan to go anywhere? Did Kattie? But Ethan has refused to go out." She said. "Yes, ma'am. Stefano has kidnapped Jeena and Svetlana. I've got orders to take you to the safe place." He said.

She was hurt and she blamed herself. If she was strong they wouldn't be in such a situation. "Maybe I'm truly cursed like they say." Andra muttered under her breath. Her phone was gone, she was mistaken for her step sister and got kidnapped. Her mate doesn't want her. Tough fucking luck. "The King is here!" One of the guards guarding the door announced.

As she slumped on the sink recovering, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought about the conversation she was having with Aldo, the words that she almost said. It seemed that for a moment she forgot that she had been kidnapped and up until now she had been scheming to escape. ‘Snap out of it, Sarah. He is a criminal. Quit thinking that you love him. You can’t love someone involved with the mafia, talking less of a Don. They kill people. He is brainwashing you. Open your eyes.’ She told herself. She made her mind up, she had to leave before his promises of undying love corrupted her thinking any further.

“We need to move. The police are here. We have trackers on Hope’s bracelet. We can follow them. But we need to stay calm. For the children.” Adrian Blackwood dropped to his knees on the steps, his massive frame shaking as he roared in agony. “Hope! Elias! Isabel, you traitor! Bring them back! They are my children! My blood!” Police sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder. Uniformed officers swarmed the mansion, flashlights cutting through the night. A senior detective, a tall man with a stern face named Detective Morales, approached the group immediately. “Mr. Blackwood,” Morales said, his voice sharp. “We need to talk. Now. Your ex-wife Isabel Chen just kidnapped two children from you

I walk outside with him. We make our way to his car. He drives home. I turn on the radio as always. And it is airing news live. Sid is focused on the road and I'm on the radio. After a few slides of national news, I hear something shocking that makes my eyes turn bigger. "Influential businessman Alex Matthew's wife Olivia Matthews has been kidnapped from her own house," the news says.

Infamous Aleksander Konstantinov is a prominent executive with an unblemished reputation, a flawless image, and a life anyone would envy. Pragmatic by day, he projects the persona of a proper, upstanding gentleman—the quintessential prince charming women dream of in fairy tales. In reality, he is insidious. When the moon rises, a twisted, frivolous, and dangerous man emerges. Under the cover of night, his dark side and most vicious desires seize his relentless, obsidian soul, unleashing every demon within him.