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He approached Stuart before handing him a folder. Stuart opened it immediately. His expression changed. Subtly. But enough for Chloe to notice. "What happened?" Stuart glanced up. "We received another report." Blaze groaned dramatically. "Can we go one hour without discovering something horrifying?" No one answered. Mostly because everyone suspected the answer was no. Stuart placed the file on the table. "It concerns Gwen Stefani." That immediately captured their attention. Chloe sat upright. "What about her?" "We've been monitoring several properties linked to Marcello's organization." He paused briefly. "One of our sources spotted Gwen leaving one of those locations earlier tonight."

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

"And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her." "You grasped that quickly." "I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me." "So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?" "Never." "You seem to enjoy it," I said. "I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?" "Forty," I guessed. "Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"

Gavin sighed, but I could hear the amusement. “Seriously?” Beau caught my eye as Piercy pushed off the wall. “What can I say? He’s hot. He has that macho, asshole alpha vibe that drives me crazy.” Stacy tossed her head back and laughed. “Girl.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me beside her. Piercy was forced to walk beside Beau. I could feel just how aroused Piercy was. He was so close to blowing that this was going to be fun.

Their happiness would never last as long as she was alive and breathing. "Are you going to help us?" Gwen's red eyes showed with mirth as she stared at both women in front of her... they were desperate for her help, and she was bored. life here was boring and she needed some fun in it... it sounded fun to her... the downfall of the lycans

Grey thought for a while and shook his head in understanding, "I understand perfectly well. I miss you though, I wish you were here right with me. I want to feel the touch of your body and hear you scream my name." Stacy found her words irritating. She made an angry face and held herself from throwing up. If only Grey could just focus on getting revenge for her and forget about his lust after her she would be the happiest but Stacy Jackson knows better than anyone that nothing goes for nothing. There will always be a price to pay. She sighed and forced a smile, "I wished too but right now, I have got to go. Bye." She hung the call and slumped to the floor, she was in for a big mess.

My lips parted but no sound came out. Gwen took one calm step closer, her gaze locked on mine like she was pinning me in place. “That’s for stabbing me in the back,” she said quietly. Her voice didn’t shake. Mine did. She leaned in just slightly, her eyes cold enough to freeze blood. “And just so you know… I’m gonna get back with Hayden. Be his Luna. And you—” her smile sharpened like a blade, “—like always, will remain hidden.” Hidden.

“I heard your name. Why did I hear your name? I'm stunned that there isn't even a hint of recognition in him. My stomach turns into big waves, and Tana jumps, sparing me the argument, whatever the explanation is about to fall from my lips. “I caught Gwen in the checkout line while we talked about how unpleasant it is to be in front of a gossip magazine. Mick's gaze narrows even further before it lights up with knowledge. —Wix. You're the hot new thing JC Hughes has on his arm these days. I cringe at the description, because that's not how I want to be known. But that's what happens when you sign a pact with the devil. Tana slaps her thigh from her sitting position. “And she's touring with Bo