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Clay explained, also confused why I didn't know about it. "Entrance exam?," I asked again. Grey didn't give me one. I watch Jero approaching them and they started whispering to each other like they're having a meeting, I can hear them though. "This guy here didn't take any entrance exam," Clay whispered to them. "Mr Everfrost is out of town for financial matters so maybe Ms Grey must be the one who hired him," Rald whispered back. "Maybe he's Ms Grey's boyfriend." Clay murmured into consideration and they all nodded in agreement. What the F--

To say that Kat was surprised would be an understatement. In fact, she gasped and staggered back, her heart doing cartwheels inside her chest. The cloaked man had the face of a model: high cheekbones, a straight nose, well-shaped lips, and the most flawless pale skin. Even though his swept-up hair was platinum blond, his thick eyebrows and lashes were brown. His jaw was so chiseled it could probably cut diamonds. His irises were pale gray, the color of storm clouds, and the intrigued look in them was just as stormy.

A figure stepped into the room, and the warm, comforting aroma of Varg's scent was instantly choked out by a toxic, familiar scent that made my blood run cold. Gray Lowell. He closed the door softly behind him, leaning his back against the dark wood. He was dressed immaculately, a sharp contrast to the wild, rugged look of his father, but his eyes were completely hollow, glittering with a malicious, calculating intelligence. A slow, dangerous smirk stretched across his face as his gaze raked over the rumpled sheets, the breakfast tray, and finally, the massive silk shirt hanging loosely off my bare shoulders. "Well, well," Gray purred, his voice a smooth, toxic venom that made my stomach chu

Alpha Bran’s POV Clara stood frozen before us, her trembling eyes locked entirely on Aric. Her fingers curled tightly against the edge of the door. Why was she so terrified of him? Before I could speak again, footsteps echoed faintly from upstairs. A male voice muttered something I couldn't make out entirely. Then Grayson appeared at the top of the staircase. He was halfway down before he finally looked toward the entrance and froze. The change in his expression was immediate. His eyes widened the moment they landed on me. Then my gaze dropped lower to the sackcloth bag hanging over his shoulder. The exact same bag from the footage.

Ruby’s voice faltered, and both she and Hector turned toward the source. From the dim corner of the room, where the harsh light cast long shadows, Don Gray stayed slumped in his restraints. His body, once imposing, now seemed frail and brittle. His hands were still bound above his head, his wrists raw and bleeding. His feet, marred by the needles embedded in the floor, left small, crimson pools beneath him.

As old man men kept falling, a silence descended upon the warehouse. “ I said,fucking make them stop.” Old man yelled out. Gray laughed,” why? Thought this was what you wanted.” He teased. “Fair enough then,” he yelled.” You should be expecting your son’s body if you don’t make them stop this moment.” Gray stared at his men, more like they were enjoying the killing, he signaled Theo to make everyone stop. The place became quite after everyone was calmed.

Belle told her, and Sapphire nodded. “He is really the best person I have seen, he checks on us so often,” A woman who was standing beside Candy said, with a dreamy look on her face. “Step up your fantasy, do you want to be a temple dog? Oliver Gray is a rich man and if you have heard of him haven't you heard of the Grays too?” A man beside her said, hitting the woman's head with a file. “I am Craig by the way,” he said to Sapphire, whilst walking to his desk.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

clearing—a vibration like a heartbeat, like the Cradle itself was listening. Runes flared to life beneath her body, a spiderweb of crimson lines that pulsed like veins.I recoiled. “Riven! They set a trap—”Too late. The air around us ignited in a cold, violet flame. The woman’s scream rose, shrill and broken, before her body was consumed by the light.The Cradle’s mark on my arm flared. Pain lanced through me—like claws raking through my bones. I roared, the bond between me and Clara sparking like a live wire.“Ryker!” Riven yelled, but he was already fading, the world warping around us as the Aether’s power dragged us somewhere else—somewhere deeper.The flame died, leaving me on my knees in t

Frowning, he strode up to where the former guildsman was curled up on the floor, facing the wall, and nudged him with his boot. Gray’s body rolled over, revealing pale skin and blue lips. And the ring he wore on his left thumb, the ring I had never cared to notice before now, was hinged open to reveal a small, pill-shaped compartment within. A compartment that was now empty.