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Xander murmured. “Excuse me?” I whirled at him with an accusing stare. He folded his hands against his chest and looked at me with a teasing expression. “I said you are no fun, Gracie.” He mocked me again. “Having s*x with you in this open area would make me fun.” I encountered him by mimicking his stance. His eyes widened a little when I said that like he didn’t think of that. “Tsk, tsk, don’t tell me that Xander Vaughn, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, in his lust haze forgot that we were standing in the middle of the lobby, where anyone coming from that way can see.” I laughed at him.

She froze as she gaped and looked up at him. Xander smiled but as he sat down, seeing Gracey’s beautiful charming face… and the memory of her crying and begging while those bastards were assaulting her, made him really crazy. He’ll let off some steam by torturing bastards down the dungeon later.

I put the full weight of my Stormriven heritage into a single, sharp slap that echoed like a gunshot through Silverfang Hall. Tristan’s head snapped to the side. The silence that followed was absolute. "What the hell is wrong with you, Xender?" "We’re even now, Tristan. For the slap in the bedroom, for the three years of silence, and for every lie you told yourself about my worth." "Xender... your scent... it’s changing. You’re not just leaving the house, are you?" "I’m leaving the memory of you. If you or your lapdog ever cross my path again, I won't use my hand. I’ll use the full power of the Ghost to erase the Blackmoor name from the maps. Does that stay on topic enough for you?"

It was as if time has abruptly stopped, pausing everything. I turned to Lorik to find him snaking on the floor. Ciello quickly pinned him down and held a gun against his head. “You ungrateful motherfucker.” Xander coughed out as he got up in a standing position, spat the blood from his mouth, and walked beelined past Verzi while clutching his stomach. He stopped next to Ari and kissed her forehead. “I guess my job is done here.” He mentioned and then limped towards the shattered entrance.

Greene’s fists clenched at his side, he was obviously disgruntled by the turn of events and his inability to prove anything. Xander smirked, neither confirming nor denying his accusation as he leisurely took a seat in the visitor’s chair, “It’s quite unfortunate that the last time we met we didn’t have much time to speak, so I’ve graciously freed up some time to offer you, especially given the circumstances.” Xander faked concern, giving the man a pitiful look. “What can I do for you?” Greene grinded his teeth, going up against Alexander Moretti had proven to be more difficult than he anticipated.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

It was noted by the secretary as she continues to talk more about the participants' advantages and disadvantages. From the other room next to the office, Hayden stated looking at the glass wall, "Looks like your dad is having a hard time looking for our replacement." Hayden Griffin, the XIX Tier's midlaner. He looked at the man playing his Rubik's cube without regard for his surroundings. The man responded, "Let him be." "Ren, why did you look so grumpy today?” The commander and top ADC in the Philippine server is Ren Ishikawa, the president of XIX Tier Gaming's son.

I said, my voice echoing off the wet brick walls. ​"No," Julian said, his eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "There is a man. A 'Eraser' in the Grey Sector. He specializes in removing Board tech from people who don't want to be found. But he doesn't take money. He takes 'Time'." ​We emerged into the Grey Sector. This wasn't the 2026 of glass skyscrapers and holographic ads. This was the old city—gritty, smelling of fried oil and ozone, where the streetlights flickered with a dying orange glow.

My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey. It took every ounce of my power not to ram into the side of the vehicle and send it crashing down the slope. But now I had one more fucker to add to my murder list. I promised to deal with him later. First, I had to kill the wolf that got away and from what I've learnt, he was the son of Alpha Felix, which made the game a lot more intriguing.