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she exclaimed Dexter feels pity with her cousin and her son, his nephew, he wants to help. When he looks at his ankle it is getting swollen, he is sure something is wrong with it. He wants to help. If only he can heal it, then there would be no problem. It is very expensive, to consult a doctor, on their place. Much more the situation is getting worse every hour. Dexter wants to help; he is eager to help. He gets the baby oil they have inside the house and come back. He will massage the ankle of his nephew, possibly, it would relieve pain, if not totally heal it.

She was with fucking Xavier, slow dancing to the music, smiling and laughing. Her friend was standing to the side, watching like it was nothing. “Calm down alpha, I did some research and they are just friends.” Dexter said hurriedly through the mindlink, sensing my anger. “Really?” I asked, watching his hands hold her curvy waist, his eyes looking too deep into hers. She kept on talking and laughing, having real fun while he enjoyed it. “According to what I found, she didn’t relate with men anymore.. trauma or guts feeling I guess.” He went slow at the ending, coughing as if it would cover up what that meant.

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

What is wrong with Xander? "Then we aren't going to treat her from the injuries. She would have to die from those internal injuries. That way, we still didn't kill her!!" Daddy howled, feeling frustrated too. His words brought a little smile to my face. He was damn right. Why didn't I think about that too? "But son, I don't think we are safe anymore," dad added as I took a seat beside him. "I noticed that after finding you here, you just had a meeting with other Alphas, right? There must be an issue." I asked, and he nodded with a deep sigh.

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Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets. Damian didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back slow—almost all the way—then slammed back in. Desk jolted. A coffee mug tipped, rolled, spilled cold across papers. “Fuck yes,” Damian hissed. He set a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that punched the air out of Alex every time. The desk creaked in protest. Files slid to the floor in soft thuds. Alex tried to keep quiet but couldn’t—small, broken moans slipping out with every thrust.

Dexter commands, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that fueled Astrid's submissive inclinations as she eagerly complied, dropping to her knees. Astrid briefly took note of the difference in their cock sizes. The disparity between Phoenix's 6.25 inch (15.88 cm) girth and Dexter's 6.2 inch (15.75 cm) girth was almost imperceptible to her discerning eye. While their girths were almost identical, the variance in length was more apparent, with Phoenix's impressive 8.7 inches (22.1 cm) contrasting Dexter's 8.5 inches (21.59 cm).

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“No, it’s not possible, Xerra. I’m sorry. The person must be two days dead at most. And you know that we cannot use the Creyer anymore. The price is just too high!” My tears rolled down my cheeks freely. “Xerra?” Ponpon’s voice was that of concerned. I looked down at him, to meet his red eyes. “J-just rest, Ponpon. Don’t mind me. You’re tired.” “Okay,” he said quietly and closed his red eyes once more.