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He wasn't the one from earlier. "Who are you and why are you dragging me like this," I questioned. He stopped and glared at me. "I'm Dregan Demidicus your betrothed and your pereche," he growled menacingly. I jumped up and growled angrily. "I am mated to Mystrel Romanov, the Alpha of these pack lands. Dregan looked at me blankly and rolled his green eyes. "I will fight him for your mark like vampires have done for centuries," he stated plainly and I shook my head. I watched him shake the moisture from his flesh and start to dress. He was a well built man but I wasn't attracted to him at all.

I kicked him in the side several times. "You, all of them, will burn in hell and any other men out there like you will, too. I'll pay the devil if I have to." I kicked Russell in the head. Russell pretended to be unconscious and the minute my back was turned, he pounced on me. He used the string from his hoodie to try and strangle me. I could feel it cutting into my skin. And again my breath was leaving my body.

“I may not know about your plans or intentions. I may not care what you do to me, break my bones, break my mind, break my spirit. Destroy my belongings… But if you lay a single finger on my family and my people… I will not rest until I have all your heads under my boot. And for the death of Hashi, his blood is solely on your hands. I will repay, a life for a life. I will hunt all of you to the ends of the earth, Anato Strider will be the first to fall under my sword, that is not a threat, it is a promise!”

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

“Red, need I remind you I’m Agent Skye—a detective in the CIA? So start speaking right now, or you want me digging things out myself. And you know me, Red… I don’t stop until I get to the depths. The choice is yours.” I paused, then continued with deadly seriousness, not blinking. “So I ask again. Red Antonio Voss… what is going on?” “Nothing is going on, Skye… It’s nothing. For real, I’m fine,” she said again, her voice shaky, eyes fixed on the ground. “Okay,” I said calmly and turned away. I went back to the files and grabbed that particular one with the name Damien Vale tagged WANTED in bold red letters. I read the name out loud and was about to turn to Red when she suddenly rushed into m

"Why? See something you don't like?" I looked back down at the wire. The two figures were talking now. The man from our side turned slightly, the light hitting the side of his face. It wasn't Kai. It was one of my own lieutenants—a man Ezra had personally recruited last winter. But it was the stranger who made my blood turn to liquid nitrogen. The stranger turned, and even from this distance, I recognized the predatory, bored silhouette. Damien Stroud. "You motherfucker," I breathed.

A shadow ran into the forest. "Is anyone there?" He calls out, there was no response. "Answer me goddammit." He cursed, getting annoyed at the expensive joke he thought one of the students were playing on him. He heard the bush rattle, he shone the flashlight to the direction, walking slowly, he gasps as the flashlight points at a man holding an axe, frightened, Peterson dropped the flashlight and started walking backward slowly as the man stepped out of the bush, wearing all black, he stood before Peterson, Peterson noticed he had a claw like scar in his left chin.

My head jerks up as a figure descends from the sky, landing with an eerie grace. I recognize him immediately—King Aleister. His piercing eyes scan the area with laser-like focus, their intensity making me feel small. And then, like a shadow summoned by Aleister’s presence, King Striker appears. His aura radiates heat, his fingertips glowing with a strange flame—purplish and orange, flickering in the cool night air. The sight sends a chill down my spine. Aleister’s gaze shifts to Dustin, completely bypassing me as if I am insignificant. “ The trees are too thick…I can’t locate Tyson. There is no movement, no traces of him or anyone else. ”

“Do not give me a reason kill you.” The man’s facial expression revealed a slight surprise as he slowly stood up. “It seems the rumours were through,” The man said. “You are no ordinary Alpha.” “Flattery will not save you,” Steve replied coldly. “Unless you start talking, first by introducing yourself.” Marcus used his active left hand to produce a long knife. “I will make him talk, just give the word, Alpha Kane.” “That will not be necessary, Beta,” The man replied calmly. He pulled the two knives out of his thigh one at a time and dropped them casually on the floor. “My name is Strife,” he added and watched as the bloody gash on his thigh knitted up slowly.

Slowly, he climbed up the stairs at the threshold of the company while observing the place. He wasn’t a regular visitor here but certainly, the people here should be able to recognize him. He is the son of the founder and owner of the Company, James Queen… Even if they don’t know him for good things, they would certainly know him for the bad things he has been involved with; in order words, he should be popular around here, so why is everyone giving him the stranger look? He got into the building and walked past the front security without a care, why does he need to identify himself? This was his company! One of the security men gave him a weird stare as he walked past and Jimmy noticed that