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“I don’t fucking care. You look hot. I look good and I want you in my arms.” “Damn! Are you competing with Dwayne for the most arrogant man at the Prom?” I shook my head, “He beats me hands down, because he’s so fucking vain!” I pulled her closer as we watched Dwayne thinking that he was Justin Timberlake and I don’t know who the hell Chanel thought she was as she was jumping up and down on the floor; although possibly Taylor Swift. There were similarities between the two of them. “How the fuck does she jump like that in her heels?”

I don't quite understand. Dwayne was nearly fifty years old, and he had far more life experience than Luna and Trissy. Luna's pitiful trick was useless to him. He looked at Luna calmly as she acted, "Miss Cheek, I have made it very clear. If you insist on staying in LA, then the Thomas family will show no mercy."

All their attention shifted to the most beautiful lady in the event, that's me. "Excuse me, Diana, where's Raymond?" "Are you guys dating?" "You two were in France, is it true?" The questions were making me dizzy. I tried calling Raymond, texting him, but he neither picked my calls nor replied. "Diana, have you seen Raymond?" A man asked his hand on my shoulder. "No, and you are?" I asked, perplexed at how he even had the nerve to touch me. "I'm Dwayne Johnson, I'm his best friend but I'm not a cast of the film. I've been calling him but he ain't picking up. He should be here by now but he isn't." Dwayne sounded worried.

And a second later, Leon's head was lying on the table, he had passed out from drinking too much. Diana quickly raised Alpha Darren's hand in the air. Then Canis started clapping. “Congratulations Alpha Darren, you won! You will get a special prize from Leon!” Everyone clapped including Diana. Diana looked at Cartis, "good job. Thank you.”

Kade growls warningly but the blonde just laughs. "Don't be like that, I just thought you'd like to know who's going to be looking after your mate when you're dead." Kade turns towards him and the guy just lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my forehead and carries on talking as though he isn't. "I'm Jeff by the way. You've got to tell me, is she a good fuck? I've seen you two at it a couple of times and I've got to say, she looks like she knows what she's doing. I don't mind a bit of dominance between the sheets. I'm thinking she could ride me all night long, what do you reckon?"

“Then say it.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if measuring how much truth I could handle. “Giovanni isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to destroy. You, Damon, the pack, everyone who carries your mother’s name in their blood or their heart. He’ll burn the world to see you suffer. And he's going to do it in cold blood. He's not going to care.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma