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A gruff voice at the other end of the table growled I recognised that as the hockey Captain, Noah Judging from the way his eyes kept going to her and the grumpiness , it was safe to say that there was something going on between them I clicked my tongue and smiled That was a pity, she was already mine

She couldn't be my mate, and I had to fight against this inexplicable attraction, no matter what. "I, ALPHA LUCIOUS DARK, REJECT YOU AS MY MATE! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WEAK HUMAN, AND THAT'S NOT THE KIND OF LUNA I WANT FOR MY PACK!" I declared, locking my intense gaze with hers. I noticed her eyes welling up with tears, and I could hear the rapid beating of her heart in response to my harsh words.

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

“I..” “Little human” The Alpha’s voice came in, cutting Grey off and startling me. Grey tensed beside me as The Alpha shot a menacing glare at him.

The Alpha on his other side extends his hand, "Alpha Torrence, nice to finally meet you Alpha Abigail," I take his hand and give it a firm handshake, "pleasure is all mine Alpha Torrence." My statement earns a low menecing growl from, Alpha Christov. I stand with my legs slightly parted, my shoulders squared as I reach out my hand to this God like man, who's dark brown hair falls in waves around his face, his icy blue eyes stare into mine as I reach my hand to him, "and you must be Alpha Christov." My heart pounds and my wolf is ready to howl "MATE," at any second.

We get out of the car and just as my door closes, the red one of the cottage opens and a tall, muscular man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes smiles tiredly at us. "Luna!" He yells. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Callum. Your Gamma. As soon as we get our little sprout on a normal schedule I will be your right hand." I bounce up the stairs and pull him into a hug. He looks exhausted and I have nothing but warm feelings for him. "It's nice to meet you too! Now where is the little troublemaker? According to Sam I can be of some assistance." He smiles and leads me into the cottage.

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

The Reaper slowly slithered toward her as if like teasing her, hissing and baring it's teeth. Serra shakily lit the torch but it doesn't burn. The cold must have dampen the tip. She quickly opened the oil canister and poured the contents generously on the tip of the torch, sending a strong smell of gasoline in the air. She lit the torch again and it burns brightly and violently, devouring the tip with red hot flame.

Titan was ruled by the great, cruel, intelligent, dangerous personality, Ravan. Two humans present in craft worried about the human who was their travel companion in space voyage. They lost the companion in the space while they were busy repairing the space laboratory. Both settled on the driving seats of craft. ‘My younger brother, what’s your proposal for our next move?’ one of them asked the other one. ‘Brother! Ram! Accept my apology that I don’t obey your order….’ Tears rolled out from his younger brother’s eyes. ‘Lakshman! Don’t worry, and we will find the Sita, our companion.’ Ram placed his right hand on Lakshman’s left shoulder.