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Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

the maid who showed me to my bed room says as she walk back into the room with a tray in hand. “Please stop calling me miss. You can call me Hart, Lane or Lynn” I say with a shrug as I take the Tylenol and glass of water from the tray. “Very well mi-Lynn, my name is Lila and I’ll be your house maid or head of staff. James will be your driver. Ashley and Sammy will be your other maids and I’m sure their will be more guards other then Jinx who will be introduced to you tomorrow” she takes the glass and places it back on the tray.

Dell muttered “And now the Alpha Prince of Westwood Pack is making his way into the field!” The MC announced, and just like that A black G- wagon drove into the field, men in black step out from the car and open the door, graciously Jade stepped out of the car in all black outfit looking so dangerously handsome, he stood in the middle of the field as people from Westwood Pack began to cheer on him, yelling his name while the G-wagon was drove out of the field.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Sachin replied. The man’s gaze shifted to Elaina and Drake. It lingered just long enough to assess them thoroughly but not unkindly. “And your friends?” Sachin straightened. “Gallop, meet Drake and Elaina. Drake and Elaina, this is Gallop.” Gallop inclined his head politely. “Welcome to my bakery.” Elaina blinked. “You own this?” Gallop’s eyes crinkled faintly. “I am the head baker.” Drake glanced around at the steady stream of customers. “This is the most popular bakery in the kingdom.”

The preliminary talks with the 4 young leaders of the Great Southern Wasteland has ended brilliantly, with them has managed to gain a positive replies by me, regarding the alliance and trade agreements that they really need. And so, the dinner that we have right after, is quite harmonious, they were able to dine, on the finest dishes of the highest and most high quality fine dining experience cooked by Aeternum most professional chef. Apparently the Palace Head Chef Galdar Vigileye, who’s has been serving his current position, ever since I have personally picked him, from way before the palace were even built. Galdar Vigileye is a Demi-Human of Minotaur tribe, and actually a mutant among his

I was sure she was going to contact me, Maybe telling me why I needed to run. "All done." The maid said, snapping me from my deep thought. I gazed at the mirror to see me. I was never the beauty queen. I never dressed to impress but this was me, The girl in the mirror. I straightened up, smoothed the frock neatly into place, and performed a clumsy pirouette followed by an impish curtsy imagining Nobles feasting their eyes on me. A maid insisted the very image of a painting depicting a sorceress, lady Gallagher, one hanging in the gallery rumored to have punished men for disagreeing with her.

“That is unfortunate. My condolences. I do have an information about it. But first, I ask you, do you know the Galindale family?” Jai blinked twice and looked at Darrion, hoping the blonde would know. Darrion glanced upwards as he tried to remember before nodding his head. “Yes. I know about them.” Helen smiled. “The mistress’ best friend is from that family, and I happened to pick up a few of talks while they’re here. The Galindale family had bought a Honey Pearlet tree and they’re growing it in their garden.” Jai’s eyes widened by a fraction. “Is it true?”

My voice came out quiet. “What’s not possible?” Helena asked, and I jumped at the sound of her voice. I hadn’t realized I’d been speaking out loud. I couldn’t force myself to turn and meet her eyes, just as I couldn’t stop myself from openly staring at the tattoo artist. I had seen this man before; I had seen him countless times. I had cleaned his dusty shop more times than I could count, back when he was known as Gerald. “Nice to see you again, Rachel.” Gerald spoke, his back still turned to me as he murmured magic filled words into the little vials of ink.