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I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

*** Thorran's friend arrived the next day early in the morning. I was lingering in my room, packing my things when I heard a foreign voice speak from inside the suite. I've never heard that accent before, so curiously, I peak my head around the corner, seeing who will be helping Thorran track where the letter had come from. It takes me a moment to recognize who they are. It's Alpha Archer of the Freedom Pack. He looks so much taller in person and significantly more muscular than I've seen in in the books. He might not be as tall as Thorran, but he still looks intimidating. They don't seem to notice me watching from the doorway, so I keep quiet, observing.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

Celeste’s mouth fizzes with acidic vapor as she opens her mouth, but instead of a growl, a clear, resolute voice comes out: “Are you done playing?” My voice went down a few notches, but was more audible, its echoes hanging off of the branches of the trees, and the authority dropping the temperature of the entire forest. I sounded powerful. I sounded… ‘…divine,’ I hear Fenrir’s voice in my head. I find him a few steps behind me, far from the other who were on the edge of the clearing. ‘You look like a Goddess from here, my love. Do not be afraid to unleash your wrath.’

The no-fur's heart leaped and his lust peaked as he saw confused, sudden recognition in Guru's eyes and then that adorable stern eyebrow that said so much and yet had no useful effect. "That's it. It's going to happen to you, either way. But why not turn your fear to blissful obedience?" Spitfire hoped Guru understood and prayed he might even have taken him out of the scary reality and straight to his one and only Master. His no-fur. Spitfire felt his tom's breathing change and as he chanced a light stroke of Guru's cock, he sighed in relief. Guru was with him in the headspace only his no-fur could take him to. Now, Spitfire could unleash his inner devil and take advantage of the life or dea

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

"Either take the fucking deal or I swear, by the Goddess who lives in me, that I will personally smite every single one of you. You've all shown an extreme lack of professionalism here today and I am at the end of my rope showing you a courtesy sorely lacking towards myself." It wasn't like I had any God powers that could actually smite anyone... but they didn't know that. And judging from their terrible book collection, they had no way of figuring it out either. Instantly, they all paled, unsure what to say next. That is until finally, their Alpha chimed in.

"SPEAK!" A shrill yell shattered the silence that many jumped in their seats. The voice was deafening; echoing through the hall like a crack of thunder. Slowly, heads began to raise as everyone searched for the origin of the voice, and they no longer saw a benign smile upon the Warden's face. The friendly look from his eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold fury in every line of his gnarly face and an aura of power and wrath radiated from him as though he were giving off burning heat.

His eyes pull me in and the next thing I know, I'm floating in space with nothing pulling me back down to earth. It's almost like I'm under a spell. Pulled in by all of the elements I'm attracted to my Godfather with. His dominant aura calls out my name, his smouldering gaze holds me in place and his confidence takes my breath away while a more sinister element dares me to try to break away and I lose every time.