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"Oh, so what information were you able to gather?" "Yes, I went to the Midnight territory; they were the ones who got hit the most; they lost most of their powerful fighters, but I heard they have a female Alpha Maria; she has the same powers your mom has." "What powers?" "I heard their howl can control other werewolves around them; I wish I could do that." "Oh, really, she is that powerful?" "No, they said she hasn’t found her mate, so she isn’t strong like our Luna."

The warm color set off the golden undertones in her coppery skin, complemented perfectly by a tasteful gold necklace and earrings. My luna was stunning. “Welcome to the Northern Wind Pack,” Callum said, welcoming our visitors. “I’m the alpha’s second, Callum. This is our alpha, Jeremy Braun, and his sister McKenna.” McKenna smiled brightly at the group as she was introduced. I had a feeling she had just made it her personal mission to become best friends with my future mate. “Thank you for your warm welcome. I am Austin, second to alpha Caspian McCloud,” the man escorting Amirah said. “It is my pleasure to introduce Amirah Fletcher of Black Diamond.”

' Anna Garcia nodded and nestled on the other sofa. 'Sister Kristen Healey, now you have cp powder with Xuening's sister. It's really a right decision for you to form a group, a queen's royal sister and a pure little sister. I must pay attention to whether there is a TV series that meets people's design. It must be a big fire.' Kristen Oliver looked around and asked, 'Where's Bobo?' Anna Garcia didn't look up, but only replied, 'Mr. Wharton said to prepare a program to celebrate Kristen Healey .....'

The convent’s grand hall had been transformed into a warm haven against the sharp Boston winter. Wreaths of evergreen and holly framed the tall windows, and the scent of cinnamon-baked apples mingled with beeswax candles. Orphans in pressed jackets darted between tables, their laughter ringing under the vaulted ceiling. Monet stood near the stage, smoothing down Sasha’s white dress for the fifth time that evening. “You look like an angel,” she murmured, tucking a curl behind the girl’s ear.

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A cruel laugh escaped her lips. Slut? Fatherless muttons? Did that bitch just refer to my mate and our children with such vile terms? A surge of primal rage, an emotion I had never experienced before, consumed me. Before I could even think, I lunged for Stella, my hand wrapping around her throat, hoisting her off the ground. Violence was not my way, but whenever anyone dared to speak ill of Axella, a monstrous transformation seemed to take hold of me. I tossed Stella unceremoniously at her father's feet. My voice, rough and guttural, echoed through the stunned silence. "This 'slut' is more than worthy to be my queen because she is my mate!"

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.