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said Dominic giving orders. #to be continued in Chapter 20.4 - Grail

“You always did like to play the hero, huh? You’re not a hero, Nono. You’re just another monster. Just like me.” Noa’s jaw clenched. “I’m nothing like you.” “Aren’t you?” Dominik purred, closer now, so close Noa could feel his breath. “We both love the same things. We both burn for what we can’t have. We both kill to keep it.” Noa’s pulse spiked. His eyes flicked to the drawer of the ring. Alessio’s promise. Dominik’s shadow loomed over him. “Come with me, baby brother. I’ll show you how beautiful the dark can be.”

We’ve been watching and waiting for the right moment to strike, and the chaos of their failed ritual has given us the perfect opportunity. Several masked guards immediately rush toward us, clearly ordered to protect the ritual site from any interference. Dominic and Liam engage them in combat, their wolf strength giving them a significant advantage over the guards. Dominic’s father handles two more attackers with surprising skill for someone his age, using both physical combat and what appears to be some kind of supernatural abilities I didn’t know he possessed. While they keep the guards busy, I walk directly toward where Coach Margret and Jaxon are still transforming violently on the floor

He watched me through the mirror as he did it. The contact stole my breath. His fingers paused, exploring with deliberate slowness, as if measuring how ready I was. My body yielded immediately. "You'll always belong to me, Crystal," he murmured. "No Claudio could ever give you this." I was about to respond. He didn't let me. One finger slid slowly inside me. My back arched against him. "Open your eyes." I hadn't realized I'd closed them. "Look at me." I did. In the mirror, he looked focused, dominant, completely certain of the control he had over me.

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.

" After sending the message, Carlo put down his phone and rubbed his wrist, where an old scar circled like a band. The occasional sharp pain served as a reminder of its presence. As a dom, Carlo didn’t enjoy violence for its own sake—what he truly relished was the intense sense of control, not just over the body, but over the mind. He had a strong hunch that Nicola would be a particularly challenging subject. But Carlo never backed down from a challenge.

He then offered Dominic the empty couch in front of him. Dominic assessed the place before taking the seat in front of the sorcerer. It would be no joke for this man to be called as the king of the sorcerers. Although Dominic couldn’t sense magic as he was a werewolf and not a sorcerer, he could feel the tremendous pressure from the Master which contrast starkly with his kind attitude. “So if you do have that magic, you should know who came with me here, right?” Dominic inquired for the Master to smile.

“What the—” “It’s me.” She’s gotten strong. I didn’t know Pilates could do that. The door is closed, and the lights are out. I can’t see a fucking thing. “What the hell is going on? I thought you were a psycho fan or something. I almost popped you in the mouth.” “I need your help, Joemar.” “Okay, anything, but why are we still in the dark?” “Because of this,” she says, flipping on the lights.

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

‘Kill him. ‘We can’t take that chance.’ Dominic grinned as we faltered. He knew he’d won. Wiping his hands together, he rested his weight casually on one leg, looking for all the world like a man considering buying a new car, not a psycho Rogue werewolf eyeing up the most powerful Alpha around. “It’s not magic.” He preened as we were forced to listen, clearly enjoying the attention. Was that what he was, then – an attention whore? ‘With a tiny dick,’ muttered Sterling. I almost smirked.