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“His own team is looking to offload him for that exact reason.” “And Briggs is too old," Darren says. “He’ll retire within two years, so it’s not worth it to us now.” The room agrees, which leaves only one name, projected twenty inches high across the screen. CAL MERCER Age: 28 Contract: Negotiable Jim exhales slowly. "Thoughts." "You want hockey thoughts?" Darren asks. "I want all thoughts."

"Now that's a question," Darren smirked turning back to sit on the wooden cushion chair "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, leaning on the wall behind me for physical support since my knees were too wobbly and no longer able to keep my weight up. Darren was a known name around the Were community and a major threat to Jace's pack. The Brookside pack. I remember hearing his name a lot in Jace, Beta Ian, and Nate's conversation. "We need to increase our training time with the pack warriors if we want to stand a chance against Darren," Nate offered his candid suggestion as they continued with their discussion over breakfast.

Even though she was older than Sienna by a few months, she was also still, only eighteen. When Lori finally opened the door she gasped. Darren looked like shit run over--twice. "Well, hey to you, too," Darren retorted, grinning at her reaction to his beat down body. He knew he looked terrible. And the shit hurt even worse. He limped in towards them and sat down at the kitchen table. He noticed Sienna and Lori still staring at him. He got a piece of toast and bacon off the tray and bit into it. "What?" he asked, shoving the rest of it down his throat. He was starving.

"My name's Na—" A basketball bounced on Nelly's back, cutting him off. I jerked my head up to see a few of the Nine Lives Clique members grinning down at us. "We're fixin’ to play ball, Nelly. C’mon," said Darren, a tall, tattooed hunk with thick auburn hair. Nelly gave them a perfunctory shake of his head. "Nah, guys, I'm chilling with my girl.” The guys started laughing. Then Travis, stocky, brown-haired, chubby-faced, said, "Dude, you've been datin’ this chick almost a year. That’s some ol’ school shit.

After a while, he said slowly, “Are you sure the information in your hand is true?” “Yes. I have also sent someone to the stock market to confirm her identity. It indeed her.” “Renea,” Daron's lips parted slightly as he read out slowly, “18 years old.” Ebert also felt that it was incredible. He couldn’t believe that an 18-year-old girl not only had such boldness but also such a mind. She appeared to possess the boldness and intelligence that Daron did back then. Daron then resumed his silence. Nobody could tell what he was thinking, because of the way his deep eyes appeared to be shrouded in fog.

Chapter 52 Barnett looked just like Id imagine Albert Einstein would look like in real life, maybe a little bit younger in mid-forties. But I was bad at guessing ages, especially now that I know about werewolves. Since we age slower. Father doesn’t look more then forty. I’m not even sure how old mom and dad are. That’s something I’m going to need to find out. I don’t even know when their birthdays are. Even after almost three years of living here. I never thought to ask about such details. We never celebrated it before, just our birthdays ever mattered.

She says. I sat there in shock. Darryn is in love with me. There is no way that can be true. I am not pretty enough for him. He deserves a woman that is not broken. Besides, I just barely turned 20. I believe he is 24. I doubt he would want to date anyone that much younger.

But I’ve always found it to be comfortable. I gaze back at Darren as he sifts through the bottles and runs his gaze over the shelves. He looks cute with his skinny jeans, blue Chive t-shirt, and white all-stars. Darren is the opposite of Micah. He’s the epitome of a party boy, with his blond, shaggy faux-hawk, blue eyes, and body-builder physique. Darren’s on the football and wrestling team, which means he’s in tip-top shape. He’s about an inch shy of six feet and stocky. His voice isn’t as alluring as Micah’s, but he’s sweet in an immature way.

I asked, trying to confirm my sight. “Call me Darren, we are not strangers” he chuckled softly, but I don't think I can, I realized that he was 40 years already, but I wasn't even 25 yet. ‘My husband is 40 years old too!’ I mulled in my head as I looked at him. He looked so cute that I forgot his age. “I will just call you brother in-law then” I said. “What? That kind of sounds new” he giggled, and I exchanged gazes with Bella immediately.

She fired back, and that was when Daren realized he had met the wrong girl. Her words felt like another slap on his face as his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. "I am Daren, the son of Mr. Richard, owner of the Red Dove Wine Company, if you don't know. Your dumb head should know what that means. Even if you saved my life, it doesn't give you the right to talk back at me!" Daren fumed, expecting to see her cower in fear after he introduced himself, but he was disappointed as she only snickered, walking away.