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“Speak!” The Raksasa warrior panicked as he said, “Our Deputy Commander-in-chief is getting married. His bride is from the Nine Continents; she’s one of Eldest Honorable Son’s teachers. She’s ca-called Debra Gable.” When they heard that, both Darryl and Quincy were shocked.,

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

He frowned, then suddenly realized that it was Kayleigh, her future sister-in-law. Wide-eyed, Dex studied the picture and marveled at the sight of his girlfriend with her brother's dick in her mouth. Swiping through the pictures, he saw them in various poses and positions. The end had Jessie and Kayleigh kissing with a load of cum in their mouths, and he quickly noticed how ridiculously hard his dick had become.

Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

Hakeem squeezes my hand, while we wait for our alpha to greet his people. An Indian man steps out of the driver’s side of the door. He is about average height for a werewolf, at around six feet. His toffee colored complexion and coal black hair catch the late afternoon light, his hair curling around his ears. He leans back with his hands on his lower back to stretch, causing his shirt to rise on his abs and revealing a swirl of ink up his side. Obviously, this is Declan.

I question furrowing my brows. Dante doesn’t reply to me directly, instead, he peels out his phone from his pocket and shows it to me. It’s a picture of my woman in a bikini, smiling as she looks up into the camera. That wasn’t what caught my attention though, it was the fact that she was in a pool, well, her legs were dangling in the pool while she sat there in a red bikini, a man’s arm wrapped around her mid-section as she laughed at whatever joke the man was telling her.

Something about her face, the shape of her eyes, the way she held herself— "Have we met before?" Annie asked Katherine suddenly. Katherine's expression didn't change. "What—No." "Are you sure? You look like—I feel like I've seen you somewhere—" "I'm certain," Katherine said, but her eyes shifted away just slightly as if she was lying to Annie. Killian's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "It's Uncle Deka." The name made everyone straighten. Uncle Deka—Killian and Brie's maternal uncle, one of the most respected wolves in the territory. He didn't text unless it was important.

"Where do you plan to go to college, Ka?" "South Korea. I want to stay with Rega," replied Deka, who heard it quietly. Rega is Deka's sibling who lives with her biological father in Korea. Deka is not Gerry's child, because when Gerry married Renya, Renya already had 2 children from her previous husband. "Deka," rebuked Renya.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.