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he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

' As Drake ran from the forest, someone was calling his name from his mind. 'Help. . . don't let them kill you,' an angelic voice lingers in his ear. 'I can't take this any longer.' Drake knitted his forehead as he roamed around the forest. He called his Beta and asked for a favor. 'Dillon, kindly look for that unwanted Luna in the maid's quarter and report to me immediately,' he ordered coldly. 'I was just about to tell you about her, Alpha. Emily was gone in her room, no traces of her,' his Beta answered.

Eden Monroe. Dorian had woken me up very early, in the hours of the morning. I remembered stirring in my sleep as Dorian gently shook my shoulder. His handsome face was a blur as I tried to open my sleepy eyes, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed at being woken up so early after the events that happened between us yesterday. But as he spoke, the urgency in his voice woke me up faster than any amount of caffeine could. "Eden, we have to leave for North Creekville as soon as possible," he said, his tone serious. "Something has come up and I need to be there for my pack."

“You can hit me, Alpha but not her.” Waylon walked out of the room as I broke down crying. Everything I have worked for is in jeopardy. I’ve dyed my hair and wear colored contact but I can’t find when my eyes shift. I knew Waylon saw it and so did Jasmine. Axel followed Waylon out and Nova stayed with me. “Nova, I’m going to have to go dark “ “Please just tell him. He’s your mate, he will understand.” “WHAT?” Paul was still in the room.

Beaten by the Milton Lions in the championship final last season. "You know Kareem have been staring at you this whole time, right?"Drew said next to me as she passed me the blunt. She—Drew was cool as fuck. She rocked them dreads, too. She was a lesbian. Said she was a stud or something like that. I took a drag , looking around. "Word?" She nodded. I kept searching until my eyes landed on him. He was sitting on the kitchen counter with probably his teammates flanking him. He didn’t look away when I caught him stating at me. Instead, he smirked before taking a sip from his solo cup, his gaze still on me.

Rylan whispered, “This is better than TV.” Finally, Damon sighed. Then he did the thing I feared most. He picked me up. Again. Over his shoulder. Again. I screamed. “PUT ME DOWN!” “No.” “Damon!” “No.” “THIS IS KIDNAPPING!” “It’s mate relocation.” “RYLAN!” I yelled. “HELP ME!” Rylan shrugged. “Sorry, Luna. I like my job.” “I’M NOT LUNA!” “Not yet,” Damon said. I kicked my legs. “I hate you!”

"Serena, don't blame Nolan. He was going to spend $100 million to boost your rank. But after I got trapped, I kept having nightmares. I got depressed. So he used that money to build me a private amusement park. Serena... he probably doesn't have a single dollar left for the game." Nolan kissed her forehead. "It's fine. My call. Your happiness comes first." He glanced at my wrist, saw the scar. A flicker of guilt. "Serena, I'm out of money. Company accounts, cards—twenty grand total. I can't save you. Bianca says she knows how to clear the level. Maybe it'll keep you alive a few more days." I laughed under my breath. Bianca's happiness over my life. An amusement park over my survival.

His eyes twinkled with a strange pride I failed to encrypt. “I knew I could trust you blindly. You truly are the best choice for Kristine.” I wasn’t doing it for your praise. I wouldn’t retort, obviously. I smiled and gave him a nod. “Everything is settled,” Dorian enunciated, handling the files to his personal assistant, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “You are officially freed from the Crimson Nest. You are stripped of all your position and privilege, Zayne Nightwood. Go. Go back to your ‘normal’ life.”

Inside, I was writing everything down. The way Diana's eyes moved to Caroline when she said the word accommodating. The way Caroline's jaw tightened almost not noticeable in response. There was history there, it was old and unresolved. The way Ethan was looking at his hands instead of at me. The way his knee bounced once, twice, then stopped when he caught himself. He was uncomfortable. Not because his mother was being cruel. Because she was being obvious, and Ethan hated it. "Katrina Lancaster actually reached out to Ethan recently," Diana added, almost casually. "Did he mention that?"

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re protecting her. Again.” Damon didn’t answer. Lysandra let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re pathetic.” She turned her gaze back to me, eyes full of disdain. “Enjoy your little victory while it lasts, Omega.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving nothing but icy silence in her wake. I let out a slow breath, willing my hands to stop shaking. Damon didn’t move for a long moment. Then, finally, he looked at me.