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"Just out of curiosity, exactly what books were you reading?" "Well," Dorin answered with a frown, "My favorite book is Al Khami's 'Black Earth' --" Dorin was distracted by Sebastian spitting the food in his mouth and choking on it. A jumble of words rush across his slate, but just as suddenly disappeared – it mostly concerned 8 digit numbers. "Are you okay?" Mar asked her friend with concern, patting him on the back. Johan simply looked at them, annoyed. Professor Durant started to laugh.

“Tell me, how did you get to know that symbol?” My voice is hoarse with rage, and Dawn knows. She jerks. “What’s the problem, Dima?” “Answer me?” I demand, holding her gaze. “I saw it in a book some time ago.” She admits. How can it be a book? No! It should have been on someone’s body and I swear I'll leave my horny ass and leave here to find that person and when I do, I’ll kill them. “Just a book?” “Yes, I swear…”

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

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Even the guards were smiling. Kara stood beneath one of the archways in a green dress, her dark hair braided down her back. She was talking to Elijah, whose hand rested lightly at her hip, fingers tapping—always tapping. Like a man calculating every second. My eyes swept over the crowd, half-listening to the hum of noble chatter, until— Dorian. He leaned against a stone pillar near the garden’s edge, half in shadow, half lounging like he’d stepped out of a portrait. His suit was black on black, silk lapels catching the light. Our eyes met. His smirk curled slowly and delicious, like a promise.

I follow every movement his lips make, like a hypnotized bunny. “She also said you were an orphan. What pack do you come from?” He asks and I gulp, regaining my senses and subtly looking around to make sure that no one saw me gawking at the old hottie. “The burning moon pack.” He smiles, charming but deadly. “Your Alpha is a good friend of mine.” I manage to return the smile, but we both know there is nothing genuine about our smiles. I can barely move my fork, my hands tremble around my fork. Dante's presence dominated the room, stealing my breath.

That evening, Selene found herself unable to sleep (shocking). She wandered to the library and found…of course Dorian already there. “Can’t sleep either?” she asked. “After today? My brain won’t shut off.” He gestured to the books around him. “Trying to distract myself with military strategy.” “Sounds thrilling.” “It’s deeply boring. But better than thinking about…” He trailed off. “About tomorrow? About showing me even more of yourself?” “About how terrifying it is that I actually want to show you more.” He set down his book. “A month ago, the idea of anyone seeing that deeply into my mind would have been my worst nightmare. But with you…”

, I asked. "Of course", he said and then we ended the call. I immediately suspended everything and asked my secretary to tidy up for me and drove home. When I got there, Alice was in the living room, she was watching a Korean drama and crying her eyes out over something stupid. "Hey, can I talk to you real quick?", I asked. "Yeah sure ". "Do you know a Justin Brooklyn?", I asked. Her face turned white. Of course she did. "Uhm... no", she lied.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Because of her, my packmates and I are free. Right now, my packmates are settled in their own places. They make an effort to pay their respects to me at least twice a week. Another thing that surprised me was seeing Dorian. He came over to the house a couple of days ago. Apparently, he was also offered a position to be a professor at Cal State. He is going to teach literature. I’m no surprised that he was hired to teach literature. When we lived in the institute, the doctors would keep him calm by giving him books. Sometimes, he’d read through hundreds of books in a day. He is also highly intelligent. Either way, I’m happy for him.