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One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

Devin’s eyes widened slightly. Because they all knew what that meant. A triple rejection. Rare. Dangerous. Possibly fatal—to the bond… or to her. The silence stretched. Donovan didn’t hesitate. “Fine.” The word dropped like a stone. Evie’s heart stuttered. Damon’s jaw tightened. Devin took a step forward. “Donovan—” “Stay out of it,” Donovan snapped. His eyes locked onto Evie’s. Cold. Unyielding. “I, Donovan, future Alpha of Black Claw,” he began, his voice ringing with authority, “reject—”

For a split second after Zyan’s words faded, there was a heavy, total silence in the clearing. And then, a single, thunderous howl ripped through the crowd. But it wasn't just the Frost Pack that answered the call. Down in the front rows, Alpha Cobb threw his head back, his booming voice joining the tribute. Nesha and all six of their boys instantly followed. Across the clearing, the visiting warriors of the Dark Dawn pack rose to their feet, their deep, rumbling calls weaving seamlessly into the chorus.

Yuri, you go first…” “Master… “ He said bowing briskly. “I will take The Golden Team and attack the Golden Shifters. Our aim is simple; we will get hold of the opponent and stab them with an amethyst needle and hand them to the Fire Team…” “Aaron…” “My team will lead the defeated Golden Shifters to the Fire Cube. We have designed special costumes embedded with stevia. I have also prepared brooms of stevia stalks…” I burst out laughing at this. I just couldn’t help myself from visualizing the Golden Shifters being driven by brooms. Alex was trying hard to retain a straight expression too. I knew he had done this deliberately. He could have made anything but a broom…. Master glared at me and s

Close enough that her wolf was screaming at her to find him, to run toward him, to stop fighting something her entire body recognized as necessary. She made it as far as the parking garage before her hands started shaking. The elevator doors were closing when she saw him reflected in the polished metal tall, dark-haired, impossibly solid and real after seven years of convincing herself he was a ghost. Ash Blackwood. The alpha who'd shattered her in front of two hundred witnesses. The man whose rejection had nearly killed her. And he was walking toward her parking level with the kind of focused determination that suggested he'd been tracking her scent across the city like a hunter who'd final

Creating them required rare materials and ordinary alchemists could not refine them. Wotan was beside himself with joy, at the sight of all the pills and elixirs. He quickly stored them away without any hesitation. Meanwhile, James noticed a lone cabinet with a white bottle on it. A few ancient characters were inscribed on the bottom of the bottle—Frost Pill. James hurried over and took the small bottle. As soon as he touched the bottle, a frosty sensation bit at his hand. His palm began to freeze before his eyes and the frost slowly crawled up his arm. Soon, his whole body was frozen.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, knowing sleep wouldn't come easily because tomorrow I returned to real life; campus, classes, work. Just as I was finally drifting off, I heard a sound from the living room, a low pained groan that made my blood run cold and I rushed out to find Frost on the floor, convulsing, his eyes blazing pure gold. "Frost!" I dropped to my knees beside him. His body was changing, his hands becoming clawed, his teeth sharpening. His skin shimmered. "Jackson," Frost gasped, his voice distorted and terrified, "get away, I can't, I can't control—"

The black card is a shortcut card that can reach invincibility. After Tom obtained the black card, he not only could use most of Frost's connections but also gained the right to use Frost's private warehouse. That place Tom had never set foot in, but he knew the things inside were worth a thousand times more than gold and silver mountains. As for what specific things were inside, it required one to use their greatest imagination.

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

Gunner growled as his eyes raked down my body and back up again, lingering briefly on each wound and each patch of blood on my body. *You’re hurt?* *I’ll be fine* As Gunner was watching me, Galterio lifted his hand, claws extended and went to swipe at Gunner’s throat. “Gunner!” I screamed and jerked my body forward, but Tobias’s firm hold kept me in place. Gunner’s arm flew up, blocking Galterio’s blow. The black whisps of smoke twirled around his arm, shielding him from the sharp claws. Galterio screamed out and yanked his hand away from the dark power. I huffed a sigh of relief, glad that Gunner wasn’t burnt by the smoke in the way that Galterio was. Gunner examined the odd substance coati