Fated to the Demon Alpha
Jett finally answered six months later, locked up his office, sampling a red wine spiked with wolfbane, the only thing eligible for knocking the senses out from a werewolf, Jett made sure to cram his drink an overdose of it.
Was Xavier dead?
Jett drunkenly snickered, the question resounding in his head, circulating, reiterating itself another thousand times for the past six months, the question seeming to be deriding him now.
Xavier has to be dead, it was the only explainable reason why he hadn't been spotted, not even once in the past six months. No one knew his whereabouts, it was like he had ceased from existence the moment he stepped out from Blood Pearl pack.
Wasn't that what you wanted
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