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Every word Everett says is through gritted teeth. I quickly jump to my feet. I don’t want them to end up fighting. I rest my hand on Everett’s back. “Everett, don’t, he isn’t worth it.” I whimper. “You should listen to the clumsy bitch.” The stranger laughs, which is one of the worst things he could do. Everett hates it. Next thing I know, Everett’s fist connects with the stranger’s face, and he falls to the floor. “Stay down there where you belong.”

she said, finally meeting my eyes. I stepped closer, leaning in so my lips brushed her ear. "I still don’t have the purest intentions for you, Talia," I whispered, letting the words hang, low and heavy. "I hope you know that." "What are your intentions?" she asked, her neck tilting just enough to look me in the eyes. My wolf snarled inside, fangs itching to sink in, and claim her. "They’re dirty, Talia. Filthy as hell," I answered, my teeth grazing her earlobe. She shivered violently, and I could feel it through my fingers.

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

It didn’t even sound like mine. Neither of them spoke. The silence was deafening. I took a trembling step back, shaking my head as tears blurred my vision. “Anne, please,” Crystal stammered, his voice hoarse, desperate. “This isn’t what you think—” A bitter laugh tore from my throat, sharp and broken. “Not what I think?” I repeated, my voice rising, trembling. “Then what is it, Crystal? What could it possibly be?!” Eleanor’s face twisted with guilt, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s not— it wasn’t planned—”

It's like something else is controlling me I don't have time to register my elongating claws before I immerse them in her stomach and pull out her inside Her screams of pain are satisfying. I feel a deep hatred towards her that I don't understand. "You wanted a fight?" I hold her chin and allow my claws to dig deep until they're drawing blood. The woman whimpers, I stare at her trembling lips and smile. "Well, see you in hell, bitch" I murmur and rip out her throat. I don't stop, my claws dip in her chest and pull out her heart and I crash it on my palm. I only stop when her body is torn apart.

Christopher was more disgusting than I ever thought. “ But it turner out the new Luna of the shadow pack can't have pups so he planned on making Luna Bella the mistress.” Fucking Christopher! Why was I surprised? He was s greedy bastard who would do anything for power, not caring who he was hurting. He fucking tried to give my mate to another man.

Elizabeth stuck out her tongue to lick her own blood from the corner of her lips. I forced the corners of my mouth to smile. "Yeah, but not now." My right hand grabbed the largest shard of ceramic, but Elizabeth did the same, so before she could get up completely, I instinctively moved my leg to trip her. She fell again with a loud thud. For a split second, I considered calling the office security, but hearing her growls made my idea seem foolish. Calling security would be like baiting Elizabeth with fresh blood. No, I would do it myself.

He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."

I take a deep breath, and I go down the stairs slowly as I hear women crying. “You bitch, you gonna pay for this” I hear a man’s voice. I signal my man to stay quiet while I walk further into the darkness, and I see a light under a door where we can hear the screaming. I open the door and shoot before asking questions, and a tall, bulky man falls to the floor with a bullet in his head. I see four women on the floor crying. “I’m not going to hurt you”, I say as Elliot walks in behind me, and I can tell by his face he wasn’t expecting this. Fuck. Human trafficking really pisses me off, and I know who’s behind this. The guy that I killed had a strong Spanish accent.

Why did he hate me? "Well, I'll do it then," Beta Jamal smiled. How is he able to be so polite? The Chasia brothers were supposed to be conceited and rude. 'Jamal is the angel,' "That one there is Edward, the eldest," he said quickly, and I nodded. My eyes rushed to Alpha, to see if he'd nod or look at me, but he didn't, and it broke my heart.