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“You think I don’t see it? The way you flinch at every sound now? The way you avoid your own damn room?” “I’m just tired—” “No, Christy. You’re scared. And I don’t blame you.” I didn’t answer. He walked up to me, then stopped just inches away. “You were supposed to be safe here.” I forced a small smile. “You say that like this place isn’t run by the mafia.” He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached out and touched my chin. “I’m trying, Christy.” His voice was softer now. “I know,” I said.

CHAPTER 7: DON'T BE IMPULSIVE ZARA: When Darius pulled me back into his room, claiming he needed to investigate me, my first reaction was pure, unadulterated panic. Darius Stormfang wasn't someone you could just trifle with; he was the most dangerous, powerful man in the North American werewolf hierarchy. He was the law. But then, a cold, calculated idea struck me.

"It will be hard this time. They are your enemies — and the top mafia family in the world, right now." "I don't fucking care who they are." The words came out low first, and then rose, cracking against the walls of the room like something unleashed. "Lance is mine. And only mine. If I can't have him — no one can have him either." A fist slammed against what remained of the table. "*Shouts.*" "...Boss, but... we have to wait a while." The man on the phone pressed on despite the danger of it, because someone had to. "You recently made your appearance. They're all on alert right now."

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Every strike was executed with utmost focus, my mind consumed by the singular goal of reaching Damian. "Fernanda, if you don't calm down, you're going to make a mistake and make yourself highly vulnerable," Lara, my wolf, warned with a sense of urgency. Her voice echoed in the recesses of my mind, a reminder of the risks inherent in letting anger override reason. But I was too consumed by fury to heed the caution. The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue, driving me forward with relentless determination.

57. Black Shades And Grey. Whatever Arrow expected, it was not this club in front of him. He rubbed his neck and groaned. A fourteen hour drive from New York only to find a night club at address 255-769-02? "What's the use of keeping a night club coded on your phone? That Dizon Fortaleza was a psycho," beside him, one of his men said, also disappointed. A warehouse or safehouse maybe. Probably some other significant building but certainly not a club.

Robin staggered backwards after the fist of the man that walked into the office collided with his jaw and he held the sore part before looking up to see who it was only for his eyes to dilate. “Carlos.” He bites his bleeding lower lips, almost whining at the pain. “Welcome…” He forced a laugh, but Carlos didn’t let him say another word before punching him again and this time, he fell backwards hitting the table with his back. “Ouch…” Robin groaned in pain, one thing he knew was not to fight with Carlos, right from high school, Carlos was stronger and everyone in school feared him, perhaps because his father was a mafia lord, and he has been taught martial arts.

He singlehandedly destroyed almost half of them, making sure they were all wiped out. That was how dangerous and deadly he could be whenever he was this furious. He has a special ability—a really lethal one that caused a lot of death while he was growing up. I know he might have been so calm recently, but this man here was once a beast that even his parents were scared of. His presence brought panic and tension, and people would find an excuse to leave. Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully.

I had no idea why I had just defended him, but still, the thought of Danzel hurting my father sent chills down my spine. "It's because you haven't seen the real Danzel Parker yet. The one who resonates with death. The whole country fears the mere mention of his name. He is the most dangerous man I've ever met. You seem to picture him differently, but 'good' and 'Danzel Parker' do not belong in the same sentence. He's the type of man a father would tell his daughter to fear. He loves to see people dying. I'm not sure whether you and I are talking about the same Danzel," my father spoke urgently, glancing around, "but if we are, then I am warning you to stay away from him. I want you to promis

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos