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Madison whispered the last part of her statement. Daisy giggled sweetly. "The last one." She whispered back, feeling petty and loving it. "I got you." Madison replied and hung up. Daisy pulled out her phone and scrolled through the contact list until she found the number to Brett's office. She dialed it and was relieved when Lyon answered. "Hey, Lyon. It’s Daisy Ledwig." "Hi, Daisy. Would you like to speak to Mr. Lexington. He’s currently heading a meeting, but I can buzz him."

“I’m guessing that you have work to tend to?” “I think half an hour of tea with our Luna wouldn’t harm. Plus, it would put our Alpha at ease knowing that you are not alone,” he said, and I laughed, knowing that he was right. Dean didn’t even want me going down to the lobby, and though it was my hotel and he was the one that assigned all the security team, he was still concerned. “Fair enough,” I said, “I am guessing that we can call this a ‘truce’ of some sort?”

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Even the words that Axel has always thought he will never say escaped his mouth in the moment of excitement. “I love you so much, Mrs. Dawson. I don’t know how my world would be without you in it.” “I love you too Mr. Dawson. Thank you for giving me things that I never even dreamed of.” It was only after Axel felt that the water had turned cold that he let Amelia off. The two were physically and emotionally satisfied so, the moment their heads touched the pillow, they passed out. … On the other side, Layla was having the time of her life but she did not even know. Her mind had blanked out and she was only following her primal instinct. David almost died from all the excitement. He even faile

James corrects. Dylan ignores him, turning his full attention back to me. “I’m Dylan by the way. Dylan Reeves. And these are my friends, Adam Radcliffe and James Ferraro,” he gestures to them respectively. “I’m Daisy. Daisy Caldwell,” I manage to say, instantly hating how embarrassed I sound. “I watched the competition,” James says, pushing his glasses up. “That final exam was insane. A perfect score? That’s unheard of.” “And the way you led your team through the Gravewood,” Dylan continues, and his eyes are practically glowing now. “That was brilliant. You were strategic, compassionate, and ruthless when you needed to be. You’re kind of a legend here already.”

The large TV screen was showing a news report of Amanda Dawson buying an exorbitantly priced diamond watch as a birthday gift for Leroy Blanchard. At first, I thought that she would be staying with him tonight and wouldn't come back home. However, I received a phone call from her later. In a commanding tone, she said, "Leroy wants to eat the cheesecake bites you made the last time. Make some and deliver them immediately to Skybar Lounge now." I hadn't even said anything when Leroy's voice floated in clearly from the other end of the line.

The word tasted like ash in my mouth. A shuffling step on the stone behind me made me turn. It was Dawson, Darius’s Beta. He was a great guy, strong and loyal, but right now he looked like he’d been through a meat grinder. His face was pale beneath a layer of grime, his arm was in a sling, and he was limping badly, favoring his right leg. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?” I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.

Those sterling gray orbs, heart shaped face, and brown locks, he was sure that he had seen them somewhere before. "Yes sir" he replied obediently. Turning around his branded shoes he went inside the office to meet hospital's manager. Dawson Wayans, a well known reputed name in the city of Manchester. Everyone knew his name like a chant. He was the legal and sole heir of Dawson enterprises. All the inherited business from his father and seven years of blood and sweat enabled him to make his own empire. His only family was his young brother Jason who was studying in Australia. After analyzing the record of donations until the past year, he ended the meeting.

He gripped the butcher knife in his left hand and clenched his right fist really hard. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Several more explosions rang out and as they did, Dash, who was looking at a real time video of the explosions, briefed Wilson about the last man behind who was also the first man they would hunt. "Okay, Wilson. The red dot we talked about is Shane Dawson. He has no powers; neither ability nor magic. He is a lecherous son of a bitch. His legs were burned in the earlier explosions, so they are slowing him down. He is also in a great deal of pain, so, he is unable to focus. He is distracted. Just sneak up and slit his throat from behind, on my orders. Easy peasy." He said, his eye

But Stevie could not be bothered by those thoughts. Now that Dawson was there, he had to give a spectacular performance as a collateral relative. He then glared at Harvey and said, “Harvey York, what right do you have to face off against the Surreys? Stop daydreaming! “Who can you rely on? Only Tim Zepeda? “From the moment you walked into Buckwood High School, your fate has already been sealed! “Just kneel already! Spouting nonsense won’t change what happens to you next!”