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"You're gonna do a hard job resisting my temptation." . Wink!. Hi! Thanks to everyone that read my book, though it's not perfect, your rating, comments, go a long way in encouraging me. I'm very grateful. Please, do well to check on the second sequy of the book "bullied by the Alpha" Claiming his rejected Luna Xoxo!!!

Connor When I get there, I find Evelyn seated on a colorful-looking couch. Her hundred-pound fur baby, Bucky is sleeping beside the chair, but he senses me and wakes up, running over and tackling me with sloppy kisses. Evelyn laughs as I attempt to keep him from tackling me to the ground under his weight and the ferocity of his affection until she comes to bail me out. "Sit, Bucky." He does and she pouts at me. "He loves you, you know. But I'll take him to one of the rooms, so he doesn't try to maul you again."

“Aren’t you?” “I don’t know.” She allowed herself to possibly daydream of a small baby. Alfie let her go, and she went to stand beside her mother. She gripped the wheelchair as Alfie and Eagle both opened a lock on the old warehouse. She’d never been here as a kid as it was always locked up. They pulled the stiff doors open, and she couldn’t help but admire the sheer bulge of Alfie’s muscles. The man worked out constantly. He had weights in the apartment, and she spent so much time simply drooling as he pumped them.

*** Wild Wolves Gang Ryley Shine (the alpha's son) Zander Brown (the Beta's son) Wendy Yeoman Clarke Hazel (Former member and Ryley's ex-girlfriend) Tbc. (There are a lot of things that come from book 1, so it's recommended to read it before you begin this journey. A lot of flashback segments are going to appear that have to deal with the first book, that's why I would suggest you pick up the first book first. And I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment and give five stars please.)

"Please, Albert. I cannot do this without you." "You can. You are stronger than you think." "I stabbed my aunt in the leg and ran away screaming. That is not strong." "You survived. That is all that matters." Knox pulled into an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. A man waited inside—older, medical bag in hand, the underground doctor both clubs used when hospitals asked too many questions. "How bad?" the doctor asked, already moving toward Albert. "Multiple gunshot wounds, shrapnel, possible internal bleeding," Derek rattled off. "He needs surgery."

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Quickly I pushed myself up and started to run but stopped when I saw one of the bike men in front of me with a gun pointed at me. My stomach fell, bile rose to my throat and I panted. So, this was how I died? “Please, don't do this!” I begged, but he just grinned and pulled the trigger. I dropped to the floor and lost consciousness. **** I was jolted awake by a bucket of water, only to find myself in an unfamiliar dark room – no, not a room, a shed. I coughed, my lungs irritated by the sudden splash of water. “I am alive,” I blurted out when the fits of coughing had subsided.

Something buzzed. It's not the coffee maker. It's my burner phone. I’d only given the number to two people—Makayla and Clay. I picked it up, eyes narrowing at the incoming text. No name. Just a string of numbers and punctuation that only someone who’d worked through three separate encryption layers with Makayla would recognize. It decoded fast in my head, the way it always did: LZ$ → new thread Puppet in protest Discredit target Find. Confirm. Neutralize.

Buck was launched backward, crashing hard against the far granite wall before collapsing heavily into the dust. “BUCK!” I shrieked. I sprinted across the chamber, dropping to my knees beside him. He was coughing up crimson blood, his leather armor torn, a deep gash bleeding profusely across his temple. “Buck! Oh god, Buck!” I wept, pressing my hands against his bleeding chest, letting my celestial light pour into his wounds. He groaned, his dark blue eyes struggling to focus on my face. “I’m... I’m fine...”

“What are we celebrating?” “Your successful outing.” The kid behind the cash register, Bucky Jones, who’d graduated from Tribute High last year, nearly swallowed his tongue. “G-g-g-olly, Mr. Nick.” “She didn’t mean that the way you think,” Nick said darkly. “Shannon, tell Bucky you didn’t mean that the way he thinks.” “What? Oh.” Shannon laughed. “No. Sorry. It wasn’t that kind of outing.” If Nick hadn’t had to spend the afternoon overseeing the decorating at the high-school gym, Shannon could have finished interviewing him. But