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zeke stuttered with the response “who zeke! Who!” “it was Habeeb boss” The shock of the news ran through maestro’s veins like volts of electricity that had bridged the wrong circuit. Even with his mask on, it was not so difficult to see teary eyes that were now forming underneath it. “Habeeb” he said silently. The deceased young man had been a beloved friend of maestro. He had picked him up as an orphan who was roaming in the streets and brought him into his Black Mafia Organisation. Habeeb had learnt his profession profusely and had ever since proven himself to be a great asset to maestro. Maestro had given him control over distribution In one on his corners at downtown Ikeja where the youn

Who? ” Sebastian “

How foolish! He could feel the jealousy starting to burn again, and it took all his willpower to stop himself from ripping off that band from Siddharth's wrist. He walked towards Drishti briskly, leaving a confused Siddharth to stare at his back. Drishti was talking to Shreya and Damini, who had just come downstairs. "Bhabhi? Is that your best friend? What is his name?" Shreya asked, drooling over Siddharth. "Yes. He is my best buddy. His name is Siddharth Agnihotri," Drishti said.

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Isabella Still on my way to Dubai... When I heard Mr. Ashgar's last words, I was almost left speechless. What did he mean by saying that most of my job would be to be that barrier between him and her? My job would be to be the one... Wait, Isa, he's going to pay you triple your previous salary, so you could be his Hulk if he wants you to be. I nodded slowly in response to his words, and he seemed satisfied.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

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His voice so soft, it sounded foreign to my ears but I'm still mad at him. "Sounds like it. And just for your peace of mind, I came here for Tristan. Now, if you'll excuse me, he's waiting for me." I walked past him, making sure to brush his shoulder with mine, a little too aggressive and I was almost an inch away from the door when suddenly, I was pushed to it instead with Cyrus' body pushed to mine. "Don't you dare walk out on me." He said in a low tone but with power and pride. I'm really starting to think that he's a bipolar, I mean, one minute his calm the next, he's like a bomb.

- I answered him. - So, you have alpha training? Why didn't you say that before? – the headmaster asked me. - I didn't know what training was given here. Anyway, I rarely beat my cousin. He's an alpha, and I'm merely a beta. - Do you mean River Ash's future alpha? - he asked me. - Yes.

I mumbled to myself as I slowly pushed his door open. Julius looked as though he’d just finished putting on his shorts and was about to look for a t-shirt when I walked in. He didn’t look up at me, completely unfazed by my presence despite his half-naked appearance. I took the opportunity to take a good look, noticing the small flecks of scars littering his body, marring his otherwise smooth sun-kissed skin. “You’ve fought in battle?” I found myself asking. “I’m Alpha to one of the largest packs, that’s a given.” He responded as he put on a shirt, raising his eyebrow at me as if to say I’d just asked a stupid question.