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The masked man signalled his man for something. "I am really curious about one thing though. I hope you clarify my dought" The masked man said. "You claim to love Miss Anna but you had this child with Renee " "That none of your business, just tell me what you want, let settle the matter" The masked man scoffed. "You have become a Manwhore " "Who are you?" "You will know soon" One of the men came back with some papers. The masked man took those papers in his hand throw them in the cage.

If I didn’t know any better, Liam kept them because they were the best at it. But who am I to judge? We all have our shadows. They had their own morals to abide with, and I had mine. It just so happened that this time, we were on the same side. “Enough,” I ordered, and the masked man stepped back. Here, we used no names. They were different, and so they wore masks, each custom-designed to their liking. This one wore a metal mask with a line of chains from where the cheeks ought to be. It had holes for his eyes, ashen gray – his wolf was in control.

Their eyes locked on us at the same time the warrior on my right lunged, I shoved Rowena behind the broken plane wing, and I saw one follow her, circling her like the predators that they are, ready to pounce on their prey. Movement from the tree above caught my attention as a masked man came down swiftly, with precise movement he disarmed the warriors next to Rowena, everything stopped, the warriors hesitated for a split second, blade stretch out in front of him the mask man goes through the warriors like they were nothing more than ants, no hesitation only one thing in mind, death. Rowena and I watch for a moment. I caught a glimpse of familiarity from the man, but I couldn't be sure if I i

“You're nothing but a coward. Show yourself.” A muscular masked man stepped into view. He looked well built with a body like it was carved in stone. He had a loose shirt and khaki trousers on, with heavy boots. “Like what you see, little one?” There was something so dark about his aura. “Do you like the gift I gave that nosy witch you guys brought and even your beloved Alpha?” “I'll be asking the questions today, not you old man.” He ignored my tantrums and reached out for me but before he could get a hold

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

He fixed his light-colored hair as his eyes glowed for a second in the dark. "You have no clue what you've started, Jason Blackwood" he said, walking to the door. "No clue at all." ~~~ Jason woke up early, worry already eating at his gut before he even got out of bed. No angry wolf-man had crashed through his window during the night, but that didn't mean he was safe. Ivan Volkov didn't seem like someone who'd forgive being stood up. He checked his scent blocker twice, putting on extra to be sure. Then he packed his gym bag for basketball practice—an extra shirt, shorts, and most importantly, a small bottle of the mix hidden in a secret pocket of his basketball shorts.