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Her eyes met mine as she took a step forward, standing just a step away from me, winking as she saw my smirk “I’m ready whenever you are” I took my shirt off, handing it to Jamie, one of my pack members, as he stood closest to me, and went to stand in front of my wife. Her eyes drifted down to my toned body, nodding as she waited for me to react. “First to fall out of the circle, loses” Carter announced, realizing that there was no getting back from this. Katerina nodded, lowering her hands before she crouched down, clearly waiting for me.

No, no, negative thoughts now. I shook my head, snapping myself from all negativity, and knocked on the door. “Come in.” A husky voice cracked through the door. I took a deep breath and entered to find a tall man facing the window. He was tall, and his body was sturdy, radiating power and control in the room. “Hello, Mr… “Theo Tanners.” He turned to greet me. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, and I froze. “Theo?” I murmured. “Hmm, Theo Tanner, The Alpha of the Nightshade pack.”

His gaze darted around, his mind racing, grappling with the sudden responsibility thrust upon him. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Avla, who gracefully made her way halfway up the stand steps. She gestured for him to come closer. Bending down, Tanner's ear met her reassuring whispers. "Gideon has faith in you. He believes you can do this. Just be yourself and give it your best shot." The weight of the moment settled heavily on Tanner, pressing down on his shoulders, constricting his chest. He could feel a stir within him, an unfamiliar surge of power. It was as if something dormant was awakening, pushing at the barriers of his consciousness, eager to be recognized.

And I'm alone. No, not alone, I mentally shake myself. I have a family now. People who love me and care about me. For so long, it was me and my father. After his death, it was only me, all by myself. I rise from the chair, feeling human muscles where none existed before. Even my balance is that of a killer; it's what I'm designed for. A thrill shoots through me, and I feel the raw power of who and what I am even without shifting. I am a Shadow Warrior. I have hellhounds to kill, the Federation to handle, and a new world to rebuild. Piece of cake.

The thing that got me out of my drooling haze was when she suddenly threw something at the rouge that was making very foul commentaries at her. The thing she threw hit him straight in the mouth and right through his tongue making blood spew out as he tried to get it out, but it seemed futile as it was stuck really good in there, he was probably going to die from blood lost. "Fuck" came from behind me making me chuckle again at Raven. "Fuck in deed my brother", I said to him softly hoping she didn't hear me, now I was starting to see why the guard was almost pissing himself before. Raven stood stock still like he was a statue watching the beauty go and sit down on her bed, she was leisurely p

Shocker nods his head before chasing after the girl and the serpecdysis. "Come on," Chadd says, "We'll help after getting the pieces." He runs toward the pieces with me following closely behind. "You know something," I say as I run after Chadd. "Shocker is bad at giving instruction." "Why? Because he doesn't talk?" "No. It's because while the two of us are going to receive a game piece, he alone is going to face a giant serpecdysis." Shocker:

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M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.

And gather everything: the messages where he insisted on splitting the bill down to the decimal, and the screenshots of him smearing me on his feed. "And one more thing… look into that influencer—and those so-called 'local specialties' Mike is selling." If I were going to strike, I would crush him so completely he'd never recover. … Eight o'clock that night—prime time. The Goodlander Group's official account released a pinned video, captioned with just two simple words: [The Truth.] The video was long, completely unedited—showing everything exactly as it happened that day.

He too loses to Dante, leaving him, the other tech bro, and Hunter. As they play, I learn that the other tech bro, the one left at the table, is called Nate, the other is Justin and the NFL player is Connor. His name does not ring a bell, but then again, I don’t watch sports of any kind. “Dante is killing us, Nate,” Hunter said. “Not at all,” Dante mumbles, “you’re still at the table.” “Yeah, but you have a pile bigger than all of us. We’ve gotta even the game a little. Give us a handicap.”