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he said with a hint of evil surprise. Ignoring the pain, Darth shot back, "I won't be intimidated by your games, Brandon, You can't break me." Amused, Brandon leaned back in a chair, designed with a dark aura befitting his menacing presence. "You're entertaining, I'll give you that," he said. "Sick devil" Darth fumed A sinister smile played on Brandon's lips as he asked pretentiously, "Well, back to your question, remind me, what exactly did I do again?"

Brandon could tell Leto had some questions about the people standing in the waiting room, like some gangsters waiting for their leader to come out of the surgery. Clavier sprawled on the couch, looking drained out after doing too much thinking, and spoke about his past. "You can ask questions later," Brandon said to Leto. "Just know that I'm not Dante but Brandon Kane, Gamma of the Southern Werewolves Pack." "Oi, what would do you if he ends up betraying you?" Liam asked, crossing his arms while glaring at Leto.

he replied without shame. I turned slowly to see Brandon standing behind his desk now, hands braced on the wood. A jaw set similarly to mine looked back at me. Brandon was my pride and joy. He was a carbon copy of me except for his eye color. My eyes were the clearest sign of my lycan, a trait that Brandon unfortunately did not inherit. “You are an Alpha, Brandon,” I said. “Why are you begging?” His eyes flashed. “I am not begging.” “You are asking for what you should have built yourself.”

Always. The cold dungeon in reminded him of Dante's Inferno. Sebestian had never liked when he read those kinds of books. He called them "guilt-inducing" and then would offer Adom a half dozen alternatives. He had had a lot of time to read though, and Dante's trilogy had been some of the books which stuck in his mind. "It's good that you came so willingly." Brandon's voice dripped with condescension. "I'll give you a treat for doing so well."

Blaze looked at Alex. Alex snatched the Nature’s Book. So, Blaze had to ask him whether it should be returned. Alex did not care about it. Since they were done with Nature’s Book, and it was an indispensable tool for the nether realm, he did not want to take it for himself. He nodded and said, “Return it to him!” It was a weight off King Sandros’ mind as soon as he received Nature’s Book. “Alright! My mission is complete! I’ll take my leave first!”

“She’s even hotter now than she was in high school.” I raised my eyebrows at him, not sure what to say. “I’m surprised you got back here so quickly after the game,” was all I could think of. “Oh, well, I needed to get here before the crowd,” he shrugged. “Brandon, right?” he asked, offering one of his meaty hands in my date’s direction. “The other guys were just telling me about you. You’re Dr. Sanderson’s son?” “I am,” he nodded, shaking Holt’s hand. Holt is about six-two and probably weighs almost three hundred pounds. I knew Brandon could flip him over his shoulder without breaking a sweat if he wanted to.

Then Lander looked back down at Brandon, his heavy gaze the most gentle it had ever been as he put a hand to Brandon’s throat listening to his pulse. “Damn Candy Pants...” He started a small sneer gracing his apprehensive face as he used his pet name for Brandon. “You’ve got a fucking angle of death on you, man! How many times are you going to get fucked up this year, huh?” Something about the mention of Death and angles tickled a thought at the back of Brandon’s loose and fogging mind. He strained his watering eyes to center on Ezekiels from beside him. “I can’t help it....” Brandon mumbled superficially as he fought to keep Ezekiels face in view as long as possible. He didn’t know where th

It was only a brief moment, but I would recognize that tattoo anywhere. On the left peck of the man's chest, swirling ink formed a huge snowflake with a snarling wolf. I knew that picture. It was the sigil of house Caldore. I had seen it in books and read about it in stories. The older witches whispered it in the tales they told my village at night. Wolves with hearts as cold as ice and skin that snow melts upon. I was in Northwood, and what was worse was that I knew the man who was rummaging angrily through the books in his room. I should have realized it the moment I saw his glowing blue eyes.

Brandon titters, as he tilts his head moving it from Cameron to Adrian. "Let me borrow your words, wrong move, the alpha should have known that you are no match for me, within a blink, I will strangle you and feed you to the bird of the sky, an alpha battling with beta and Gamma, what a shame? You know I have alpha blood running in my veins." Brandon's voice was filled with mockery, being the proud ruthless Alpha that he is, he would never bow to anyone.

I was dumbstruck, "You mean you have been watching us, well there's nothing between us, he is my big brother, and besides you are his mate, there's nothing that can happen between Brandon and me. Be rest assured." She wanted to speak but paused looking at me, "I believe you and I trust Brandon, he won't dare cheat on me with anyone not even you. I trust him that much." I smiled at her, "I trust him also, he is responsible and not promiscuous, besides he is the Alpha for the pack, there are certain things he can't do. Let your mind be at rest, Sandra.”