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The Alpha of the Iron-Claw pack had screamed that day, his hand wrapped in my hair as he dragged me toward the execution block. “Stop!” A voice had thundered, shaking the very trees of the forest. Caleb. He had been twenty then, a young Alpha in his prime, crashing through the Iron-Claw gates like a god of war. He hadn't just stopped them; he had decimated them. “You want to kill a girl because her wolf is late to transition?” Caleb had sneered, his claws dripping with the blood of my captors. “She’s coming with me.” “She’s a breeder, Alpha Caleb,” the Iron-Claw Beta had spat, clutching his severed arm. “She’s genetically marked for nothing but producing pups for stronger men. She’s a curse.

I told him that they predicted that happening years before the Great War, and here we are with robots still piles of metal. Caleb's office is a unique mixture of bright colored art in jagged picture frames and odd green plants that almost looked blue in the light. He loved to talk about plants. His weird fascination with plants probably led to him being single. Not only was he single, but he didn't even seem like he had a warm bed.

THE INHERITANCE ************************ NARRATORS POV ********************** The evil that men do lives with them. That was what Caleb thought of his dying maternal grandfather. He was at a crossroads on what to do about him after so many years of rejection from him. Caleb had only got to know of his grandfather's existence a month ago. The old man was dying and had asked to see him. According to his lawyers that had come with the request, they claimed that he wanted to seek forgiveness and absolution for his sins. However, Caleb had insisted that he was not the person he should ask for forgiveness, but rather his daughter Selena and her boyfriend.

Julian continues to hover behind me, his eyes locked on Zack. "Come out, come out, little ghost," he says, his voice a low, oily purr, like he’s coaxing a stray cat into a trap. "Let me get a look at you." Caleb is a caged animal under my skin, his claws raking against the inside of my ribs. He wants to tear Julian’s throat out before he can lay a finger on my mate or the life he’s carrying.

With the spotlight now on him, he threw his arms up, grinning widely as his teammates engulfed him. “He’s more than that,” I mumbled, not caring that I sounded ridiculous. “You’re just being obsessed.” She groaned, chewing noisily on her popcorn. She always chewed noisily whenever she was brewing something stupid in her head. Just like I had thought, she shifted her gaze back to me and with a hand resting under her chin, she murmured, “I told you about Caleb, remember? He asked me about you again. And unlike August freaking Reynolds, Caleb is actually normal. He studies Computer Engineering like us, and doesn’t think the sun rises and sets with his own ego.”

On the other hand, Bastian received a message from Regan that they were going to do Plan B. "How?" asked Julian. "We're doing plan B. It looks like Roy failed to hack into Carlo's residence." Julian was silent for a moment and took a seat on the side of the bed. "We just started; we already failed the first plan." "If you're afraid, let me go ahead." "No, no, not afraid. There is one thing I must explain about this CA antibody. Actually, this drug is rare and pursued by every circle, including the mafia syndicate. Besides being able to stop the spread of F2, this antibody can treat venereal diseases as well as cancer."

No notebook. Caleb was already in the sub-basement corridor, coat off, sleeves rolled, the metal key not in the door yet — in his hand, turning, turning, like a man still doing the math. He saw her and the math ended. “Ten,” he said. “Ten.” “Nothing for the camera.” “Nothing.”

Low and urgent. I unlock the door and Kaleb steps inside. He’s carrying a stack of leather-bound books that smell of dust and centuries-old magic. He kicks the door shut behind him and locks it again. "I emptied the restricted section," he says, dumping the books onto the rocking chair. "Everything we have on blood magic, binding rituals, and the Faction history." "Did anyone see you?" I want to believe that the pack will always be loyal to their Alpha, but who knows what Madilyn is capable of.

“I will. Thank you.” Caleb took his leave, holing up in his office. He turned his computer on but didn’t bother looking at anything. Instead he stood in the large window, hands in his pockets and gazed out at the city spread before him. How could this happen? What were the chances that his new assistant was the woman he’d bedded three days prior? Hell, he’d even got the call from Sara that they’d hired Rae while he was waiting for a car to take them home! It must be a cosmic joke.

I'll look at the one from Lacey at lunch as I'll be alone. "Okay class open the book to page 54 and pay attention," I order as I start teaching. ————— After my third class of the day has left, I open up the suspicious email and see a video is attached with the words 'enjoy ;)'. Curiously, I click in the video and sit back as I watch. Surprisingly, it starts with Cole laying over the covers on a bed only in his underwear which makes my cock twitch in my pants. He starts humping at the pillow in front of him and moaning incoherently. That is until the camera gets closer to him.