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The transformation was nothing short of a royal coronation. By mid-afternoon, the Vance penthouse was swarming with the city’s most elite, highly classified stylists. These weren't ordinary humans; they were beta wolves sworn to secrecy, trained to cater specifically to the high-society aesthetic of the supernatural elite. They moved with absolute precision, styling Clara’s long, dark hair into a cascading wave of glossy curls and applying makeup that accentuated her piercing, feline features. But no amount of concealer could completely hide the fresh, dark-purple crescent mark tracking across her right collarbone.

“Naya, don't be rude, bow to the Alpha!” Now, what is Erus Bloodton doing here?

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He breathed heavily for a while before relaxing and then a slow smile spread on his red stained lips as shadows moved around him like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s instructions. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My dear Kayla, I should have known that you are too strong to be rattled by just a minor threat. In fact, your power and strong character were the traits that caught my attention in the first place. You are making me more and more interested in you now…” He turned away from the moonlight, blending into the darkness once more. He smirked as he thought of the beautiful Kayla Xanders, the Feral Assassin, the only wolf in history to have ever mana

he asks, looking confused. "I'm referring to, Signorina Anna Owolabi! Her information is on the next page. Is there something wrong? Boss! Do you know her from somewhere?" Lucita Cruz tries to gets on his good side but ain't on it. "It's nothing, I've to go out, something important came up. Try finishing up my presentation speech for the next press meeting!" the tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin smiled at Lucita, his charm is all about it.

Well, at least some people were still sympathizing with me. "On the other side, we have Luna Bella, 23 years old, 5'6", 125 pounds, and..?" Ferragano made a long pause. He was trying to embarrass me on live TV. I already feel like cattle standing right here. "What qualifications do you have, Luna Bella?"

Fiona’s hands on the other hand ran up and down his chest in slow strokes. "Since you are here anyway and Sarah's asleep, I could think of a lot of things we could do so this sleepover doesn't go to waste," Brenda said. Phil looked over at Fiona whose breasts were practically pouring out of her robe. She bit her lip shyly before moving over for a long passionate kiss. Brenda felt so turned on at seeing her friend's lips move over Phil's. It was very rare that she would make a brave move such as that.

I murmured. "There's a few of you turning 18. The Walker boy does too. A couple of girls, but I think guy wise it's just you two. Then of course the few that are over 18 who haven't found they're mates. There's some hot guys too. Not just oldies" Mama says, closing her magazine and turning toward me. "Maybe I'll have some older hottie," I murmured. "Wouldn't that be something? Maybe it's the Walker boy. He's cute too" my whole body stiffens, and my belly warms. Oh no. No no no no.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

"Where the fuck did he go?" "He's with the ferals. There's someone called Babosa, he brought me to him." "What did this Babosa guy do to you?" Fear washes over me. It felt like it was happening all over again. The hair at my nape lifts. "He poured spiders over me." "I heard you're Arachnophobic?" I nodded. "He must have wanted to use your fear of spiders to kill you. But it made you shift instead," He frowned. "Talk about good luck."