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"Avery, your spark grows every time. Ezra, any damage report?" "Minor deck damage," Ezra called. "Luxury yacht still floats proud. Damien, the voyage continues east. Avery, more hair insights?" "Hair warms near the storm path," she replied. "Damien, hold me again. The waves calm, but my heart races." "Holding," I answered, pulling her in. "Ezra, speed up now. We make up time." "Speed increasing," Ezra confirmed. "Damien, the double throne feels far but strong. Avery, commanders would approve this fight."

"You can come in when I'm done; just be patient, hubby." Zack helplessly relaxed against the door as he listened to the soothing melody of the shower and her gentle humming, causing a soft goofy smile to plaster on his face, making his heart flutter in delight and fill with a warm, fuzzy feeling that only her presence could bring... **** A black Lamborghini halted in front of Azure Hill Estate. The driver took a peep at the residence through the dark shade of the glasses veiling his face. His hands tapped on the sterling wheels while he listened intensively to instructions from the caller.

Jax said to them both, as Azura raised her hand, running her fingers through her curled locks My eyes fell on her back, and I realised she was wearing a gold upper armband that looked fucking hot… "Thanks." Song said with a smile. "Aww thank you, Jax." Azura added, her voice holding a hint of seduction. So, she was going to play like that? With my own fucking men? Irritation seeped through me, and the urge to hide her from the fucking world tempted me. I don’t fucking think so. I was about to speak when the sound of footsteps reached my ears, the front door opened, and three familiar scents filled my nose. One of them only making my irritation heighten.

“Come on, sister. Be fair. How about a personal destroyer-class cruiser? I have one docked at the eastern port right now. The Northwind God. I barely touch the steering wheel.” “She does not want your oversized metal tin, Leif,” Zaria cut in smoothly. She pinned the brooch to her lapel. “If Penelope wants a ship, I will give her the Venus. It has twin-turbo engines and spelling wards that can outrun any pack hunter in the hemisphere.” “The Venus has no firepower,” Leif countered, his voice rising as he stepped into Zaria’s space. “My ship can blast a hole through a pack house from three miles out.”

"Well, it seems like the Green River Pack is not to be underestimated. We'll need to reassess our plans and come up with a better strategy. Failure is not an option." Vaxia met Kroveus' gaze, a determined glint in his eyes. "You're right, Kroveus. We can't afford to fail. Our mission must succeed, no matter the cost. The Land of the Moon will bow before The Eirian's might." But then, Vaxia remembers something. Vaxia's annoyance mixed with curiosity as he recounted the events of the battle to Kroveus, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You won't believe this, Kroveus. Azure managed to shift due to an adrenaline rush. He's a big-built Lycan, Kroveus! Fucking strong! And you won't believe this,

They sprinted for the gantry just as the Acheron began its final, vertical plunge into the dark waters of Marseille. They leaped onto Mina’s tugboat just as the yacht disappeared beneath the surface. There was no explosion. No pyre. Just a series of massive, glowing blue bubbles that rose to the surface and popped, releasing the last of the Everett energy into the salt air. The Dawn of the Shadow Empress Elena stood on the deck of the rusted tugboat, watching the ripples where the Acheron had been. Alexander stood behind her, his arm around her waist, Celine leaning against him, her eyes finally opening to the first real sunrise she had seen in years.

"Good. From this moment on, you have exactly one life. And it belongs to me." She tilted her head, looking back at Sebastian. Her lips moved in a silent, imperceptible ghost of a phrase: The third drop. I have it. Sebastian’s silver eyes were a chaotic storm of pride and agony. He stepped forward, taking his place half a step behind her—her shadow, her guardian, her weapon. But the game wasn't over. From the dark waters to the starboard side, a ghost-like submarine, painted in a matte black that seemed to swallow the light, breached the surface. On its conning tower was a stark, white emblem of a serpent with its jaws wide.

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

She grunted and stormed out of the room while he remained motionless. He could hear her hard footsteps, marching to the living room as it sounded fainter. He sighed and turned to look at something that caught his attention on the floor. It was a part of the broken seashell. Furrowing his brows, he hunched over and picked it up, then he closely observed it, looking at it with all great intent. *.* Mountain Howl. Azura and her sisters arrived at the fortress that morning with their little belongings. The trio donned black garbs with odd looking bonnet hat. The wolves could hardly tell the difference from the other except that, Azura held a staff and she appeared more calmed than her sisters.