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Hearing him, Valencia snatched the book while staring daggers at her omega and went back to the bed, depositing the book with a loud thud that made Freyge wince. The omega breathed a sigh of relief to see that Valencia had agreed to read and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Meanwhile, Dominic dragged him to the corner. An hour passed as the two men were huddled over the coffee table, deep in discussion, while Valencia skimmed through the pages of the book. Dominic had expected her to tear his home down to pieces but he was surprised to see her peering at the pages intently. ‘Does she find it interesting?’ He asked himself.

The year I made him sent her away for good. I pulled the file closer as I read through, my breath hanging outside my lungs. NAME: Valencia Valdriss AGE: eighteen EYE COLOR: Pale blue HAIR COLOR: brown HEIGHT: 5’2 PARENTS: not known SIBLINGS: not known POTENTIAL CURE? I read this as well as the other information that followed. Every single thing about her was documented. There was even pictures of her, accompanied with the words “Valencia aged 5”.

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

Valentino pressed one last kiss to my temple. “Valerie Drakvolk.”

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Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

The torn Valentine feels like a burning coal in his pocket. In the Beta's office, Dorothy sits across from her father, her fingers nervously tapping against her thigh. Ethan Sr. studies his daughter's face, noting the redness around her eyes that she's tried to hide. His wolf stirs protectively within him. "This came for you today," he says, sliding the envelope across the desk. "Addressed to D.R. Dares."

“You never brought women home when we were married. Always so discreet. So proper.” “And I still am.” Valéria crossed her arms, studying him. “The driver talks too much,” he said, irritated. “Then fire the driver.” “You do it, since you still think you run something around here.” She moved closer, stopping just a few centimeters away. “I know you, Rafael Valença. When something gets under your skin, you get like this… distant. Irritated and thoughtful.” He finished buttoning the last button. “Nothing’s getting under my skin.”

she turns around and went to the bedroom bench and snatches the phone before she completely leaves her bedroom. Valencia carefully walks down the stairs at a constant speed, when she made it to the ground floor she glanced at the wall clock just a few meters above the T.V, it was 9:43 am in the morning, “The bookstore opens at 9:15, I hope they still have that book left.” She bit her lower lip hoping that Cherry’s words are correct. She pushed the door lever downward and stepped outside, Valencia then, pulled the handgrip outside to make sure it will close.