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Papa and I weren’t surprised that Ivan didn’t say much. Ivan Furlan is the epitome of a man of few words. Regina swears he’s more talkative with her, and I believe her. She’s his mate. Of course, he’s going to communicate with her. It’s the rest of the world he doesn’t communicate with beyond what he deems necessary.

Ivan said turning to face him "I don't love" "Yes, you do, you love Christy Rex," Ivan said "That's not my question" "That's the actual answer," Ivan said shrugging "Who is she to you, Ivan"Tega repeated the question... "That should have been the first question, you should ask"Ivan replied "Who is she to me" Ivan continued, "well she is my cousin and best friend" "Huh" Tega muttered "Surprised, huh," "But her Last name is Rex, not Logan"

Albert groaned like wounded animal and falls on the road. “What was that for? “Adan asked. Ivan burns the engines and said, “Bloody hypocrite. I should have sent a bullet between his eyes but I save that for you.” Adan smirks proudly at Ivan before returning his gaze on his lap. Fuck, he cannot believe his luck. ***

"Her name is Coco. And I think she likes you." "How can you tell?" I'm sceptical about going any closer that i already am to Coco. She really does look frightening, but I go forward anyway, and when I do, Coco comes to lick my outstretched hand. "Well, for starters, she hasn't bitten you yet." I swirl around from my position on the floor to see Ivan leaning on the door frame with his hands folder over his chest. He's putting on a white wife beater over grey jogger pants. He looks so good standing there with his Ipad that I get conscious of the skimpy boy shorts and tank top I wore to sleep last night.

I glance back at the skyhold one last time before rounding the bend. Back at my den, I open the windows and sink into the pages. I’m giddy until a thunderous, rhythmic roar shatters the quiet. The sound echoes off the buildings and makes my teeth ache. I growl, annoyed, and shove a loose strip of parchment into the book. I climb to the window, searching the street for the nuisance. I spot him and scowl, giving the asshole a "what the hell" gesture. The male pulls off his helmet. It’s him. Ivanov.

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

Beta Ivan knocks on my front door just after 9pm to check on me, and he tells me Manzitti will call me soon. “Ivan, would you come in for a few minutes so I can ask you some questions about Manzitti and about mate bonds please?” I note how uncomfortable he looks but he agrees, and I make him a hot drink and a sandwich for his trouble. “How many mates has Manzitti had?” I blurt out before covering my mouth but Ivan has a twinkle in his eye as he laughs.

He was a kind and funny guy. Few minutes later, Ivan also swaggered into the class and all eyes were on him,especially the girls. They kept drooling, I was also one of those girls looking but I wasn't drooling, I won't deny that. I had never drool on any of the popular guys before but when it comes to Ivan its just like something is pulling me to look. Ivan is a very handsome guy with his brown eye,long sharp nose, his full eye lashes, his sexy lips and his sexy body built , so tell me is there a way one can avoid looking at this handsome creature? the answer is no. He caught my gaze and send a wink my way. I'm sure my face is now like a ripped tomatoes

“I planned to find you. I am not that kind of man to take advantage of you and leave you!“ he said. “And? I must have suffered afterwards. Wait…” She creased her brows when she thought of something. Ivan was alarmed by her behaviour. “Is something wrong?“ He asked. Why did she look like she remembered something? “Um… tenth of February… was it?“ She asked and pulled open her drawer, pulling out the small book that Luca had given her. Ivan creased his brows. “What is that?“ He asked in confusion. But he moved closer when he saw Natalie open the pages of that small notebook.

The room was covered in the dust of the figure’s remnants, leaving tracks. “It’s on the bookshelf. His dealings with the Vasilegda.” Aisha blinked at him, but didn’t argue. She simply headed to the bookshelf, threading her fingers over every cover, waiting for Ivan to say the word. “That one.” Aisha landed on a thick, navy blue book with gold markings. She leafed through it. “It’s just a folklore book.” “It’s not.” Ivan took the book from her hands, setting it on the desk. He closed his eyes once more and sent his will into the book with his manna. The book glowed red before the ink on the pages were wiped clean, replaced with handwritten notes and letters.