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My claws swiped at Roger, but he dodged effortlessly. "You're no match for me," he sneered, landing a solid punch. I stumbled back but recovered quickly. Our battle raged on, each blow striking with precision. "You have the power of an Ultima," Roger said, eyes narrowing. "If not for my battle experience, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." I growled, my wolf fueled by determination. Our wolves exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack.

Roger is a good friend of Grace they know each other, then how can he. What fuck is going on? Where is my Grace? Please God let her be safe? " Explain! " I said fisting my hand. " Roger lied to you all. He lied to Grace and befriend her so he can get her. " " But, why he did that? Does his family also involve Mafia just like Josh? " Ian asked. " He himself is Mafia.... Roger's full name is Roger McOwen. The only son of Boris McOwen. " Boris's son? But he said..

Kendrick said to him, his face getting more confused, the more Roger talked to him. “So you didn't tell anyone about what happened to Lyla?” Roger asked, stepping closer to him. “No Roger. Is that what you're worried about?” Kendrick asked almost hurt the way Roger was acting like he would betray him. “Should I be worried?” Roger said, stepping even closer to him. “Roger, I wouldn't betray you. You’ve always been like a brother to me.” Kendrick said back but he didn't like the look flashing in Roger’s eyes so he took a step back.

He looked between me and Jane and a slow smile spread across his face. "Well." His voice was warm and carried something amused underneath it. "I did not expect to find Alexander Hagreeves' number one supporter in a police precinct." His dark eyes settled on mine and the smile deepened at the corners. "And I definitely did not expect to hear her going at him like that." He tilted his head. "I'm Brandon. His cousin." A beat, easy and completely unhurried. "We should grab a drink sometime. I have a feeling you and I would get along real well." ALEXANDER

He heard the footsteps, the shuffle of many boots on stone, and froze. He turned, expecting to see a wall of tactical armor, the blinding light of a torch in his face. He did not expect to see Anton Rogers. Anton stood at the base of the stairs, bloodied, his clothes torn, his posture held upright by sheer defiance. He was unarmed. He was broken. But he was alive. And he was here.

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

After that, however, the cousins started noticing illogicalities in the illusions. When they attacked, their opponent appeared more ferocious than the actual person would, so Greg was seeing a ready-to-kill Livia or Tanner when in reality, they’d cower when he was about to attack. Xandar noticed the same thing with the Kyltons and Sasha Cummings. The rogues were a little trickier for him since those in reality had always appeared fierce.

"I'm final. We Will land at alpha Rodrigo's pack. The boy of alpha Rooney has feelings for Jazzy when he found out that Jazzy and her family moved ... His son went berserk, ended up killing the pack Beta ... the boy finally has a mental illness ... . he's addicted to drugs since Jazzy's departure." "Brandon ?! No way .... I've never heard of that .... he's a good boy." Jazzy protested. She knows Brandon, Alpha Rooney's boy. They are best friends ... and often go to and from school together. There's no way a gentleman like Brandon could kill ... let alone take ... drugs. Jazzy couldn't believe it.

And after three years of struggling to fit into the human world, he has found a group of rogues who don't seem to care about those marks on his face and I'm sure inside that have given him a feeling of acceptance by his kind again. It's clear that he has developed some kind of friendship with Mykel and he's the reason why Brandon helps these rogues when they were being attacked, but Brandon has gone too far by taking the place as these rogues alpha. He's only putting us in the middle of things that has nothing to do with us.

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.