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He turned toward Angus and said, "All these shouting and bickering; where are your manners?" Cormac was the Pure Yang Division's great elder and had high prestige in the Three Major Sects. Angus and the other Three Major Sects disciples quickly stopped talking after noticing his dissatisfied expression. Cormac adjusted his mood and said, " Darryl is a genius. It's a great honor to meet him. I am sure it is the same for everyone in this room. He's just helping his friend and putting in a good word for her. Can't you understand the situation he's in?"

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

＜ Carrick replied to me before he bid me goodbye. "Michael," I snap out of my thoughts when I suddenly heard my mate's soft voice calling my name. I was so occupied talking with Carrick–my pack tracker, that I almost forgot that I'm with my mate. Until now, the intense rage that I feel for her stepfather has not abated.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

“You already know why I’m here. My stepfather is a crook, and he has pull. Whoever doesn’t know that really needs to figure it out.” I wondered momentarily if John Carter had any idea about the late-night parties and bonfires. Did he know about the Rogues and how dangerous they were? Did he care? Or did they play him like a puppet, too? It seemed to me that Keane and his boys ran this place, employees be damned. I figured it wasn’t even worth bringing up. The Rogues scared me more than Carter did. “How are you settling in?” he asked, smiling pleasantly. I swallowed and looked away, wishing I hadn’t shown up this morning.

That was why he wasn't planning on drinking any at all. "Even if you don't drink it, do you think you can leave?" a middle-aged man in his 40s asked coldly as he opened the door. The middle-aged man was named Cormac Cansley, and he was one of the team captains in the state Martial Arts Association! He was known for being ruthless and aggressive, and he had even shaved his entire body for the sake of training to elevate his skills. That was why everyone in the Martial Arts Association had given him the nickname "Father Cormac", because he was as bald as a monk!

Cormac even thought of leaving some of his influence behind after retiring. This way, he could still have some power over decisions. He thought he could remind Lucas that not just anyone could do his job well. Therefore, Cormac remained calm after receiving the note. He was already so used to handling his daughter's troubles. Cormac strode into his lounge and asked Pedro, "Is it drunk driving again? Don't you know how to handle it?" "It's not drunk driving." Pedro still seemed out of it.

he said, his deep voice cut through the cheering that enveloped them all around. “Can it wait, please? I want to watch this.” Lylah replied impatiently. “Now, Lylah!” Cormac commanded, the glow of the fire conveying his hardened gaze and the corners of his mouth which twisted downwards, as if daring Lylah to defy him. “But I don’t want to miss this turning part...” She said softly, almost like a plea. But Cormac had already turned and was walking away towards the Oakwood tree that stood swaying majestically in the wind some kilometers ahead.

Cold adrenaline pumps through me, even though the danger has passed. I stagger over the grass, almost tripping over the dismembered wheel of the carriage. I’m in a clearing. The horses are gone. The man who was driving lies dead on the hill we rolled down. I’m alone. The moon shines down on me, and the air has never tasted so sweet. It tastes like freedom. It tastes like a future I never dared to imagine. It tastes like hope. I have just killed someone, and I’m sure I will feel something about that later. And yet, right now, I smile.

Cormac’s office. “Come in,” he said, his voice calm, almost too calm. I stepped inside. The office smelled of coffee and old books. Papers were scattered across the table, and Mr. Cormac sat behind them, his reading glasses perched low on his nose. His eyes met mine, steady and unreadable. “Declan,” he said slowly. “Have a seat.” I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the chair. He leaned back. “I’ve been watching you.”