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Astrid's POV. “I, ALPHA HALFDAN, REJECT YOU, ASTRID, AS MY MATE AND LUNA. I CAN'T HAVE A WEAK-LOOKING OMEGA AS MY MATE WHEN I CAN HAVE CAMILLA BY MY SIDE ALWAYS!” What? Camilla, my cousin? What was Alpha Halfdan, whom I have loved all these years, been humiliated for, saying? Was he rejecting me because of my own cousin? I questioned inwardly, my heart racing rapidly as my eyes bulged out in shock and disbelief.

His manhood automatically sprints and like a valiant warrior, stands mightily and fully erected. "Darling, pleasure me," Alpha King Dantes said in a very husky voice already. Andreitte suddenly stiffens and then looks at him confused. Noticing her expression, he curses while laughing, amusement is evident. Andreitte sits up, crossing her arms around her bosom, her cheeks reddening so hard. Alpha King Dantes stops laughing and sits up too, facing her. He gathers her in his arms and whispers in her right ear. "Put my mighty warrior inside your mouth and then let your tongue plays around it. Remember how you leak an ice cream?"

Alex asks to switch the attention away from him. "I'm a daddy as you can see," I say pointing toward my sleeping baby in my arms. "I'm a Dom, hardcore BDSM but I do love a bit of a fight," Dante says and lick his lips. Making Alex blush again. "I'm a Dom, I'm nice unlike some people," she says eyeing Dante "Don't believe her" Dante says laughing "when she wants she can be a creature of hell" "You guys together?" he ask Dante and Ellie and things just got a lot better.

with your name and then how are you? "Hallo almal my naam is Eon. Hoe gaan dit met jou?" Eon was first up and to say we had fun hearing everyone trying to say that is an understatement. We were on the floor laughing. Next up is Erik. He is danish. "Hej mit navn er Erik. Hvordan har du det?" This time we don't even try. The words just blend together. Erik decided to write down the words so we can see it. I try it then but I honestly butchered it so badly. Tina tries next and she says it perfectly. Now, it is Tina's turn she is norwegain. After Erik none of us had high hopes in learning each other language.

' Anton exclaimed, stopping before Hadrian's table. Hadrian looked at the letter in Anton's hands. The crisp white envelope and the seal of the Royal House of Denmark tells him the letter is an official one, and not one coming from Catherine. He does not understand the severity of Anton's reaction on the letter. Austria has established a concrete relationship with Denmark, it is natural that they send letters especially when Hadrian suppressed the insurrection in Carinthia. He had wanted to ignore Anton, but something caught his eye. At the back of the envelope, he caught a glimpse of Catherine's name. He grabbed the letter from Anton and his heart almost stopped beating; printed on the back

It would be a shame if she’s not a royal after all. “I am. I’m a Denmark.” Eva tried her best to suppress her surprise and amazement. A Denmark. Everyone knows it’s one of the rarest races of wolves. She only knew one. Asher Denmark. “Your name?” “Alora.” “Alora Denmark. You’re Asher’s sister.” It wasn’t a question this time. It’s a statement, more so of an observation. Alora nodded… and then asked if she could wear the scarf back. More people are now getting off their seats and heading to their rooms. If they see her, it would cause a commotion.

Of course, there was still greed in his eyes. “Derek, you actually don’t know that?” Karla opened her mouth to ridicule despite herself. “As soon as she graduated, she was the President of Denmark Group. It’s said that their relationship was so good that Joshua Denmark even gave her Denmark Group!”

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

So, whenever Raoul was about to scold him, Daniel would always put on a pathetic face and run to complain to Ariana. Fortunately, Raoul's headache was always successfully treated by the wonderful Danish. Although Danish's face is almost the same as Daniel's, their attitude is quite the opposite. Unlike the mischievous but active Daniel, Danish grew up as a calm kid who preferred to spend his time studying and practicing swordsmanship. At the age of five, Danish can even show a serious face and attitude in front of everyone. His calm nature sometimes scares those around him. Because with his expressionless face, no one knew what the prince was really thinking.

Darius offered with a smirk. “Great.” Daniel who was longer-legged than Donald, chuckled, pulling up the already too-short hem of black slacks. “Well, I’m ready for a flood, so…” “You should give Daniel that shirt, Donald,” Thalia smiled. “Green is his color.” “It’s Daniel,” Daniel corrected her, dryly. “No, it’s Dan. That’s what Darius calls you and he and I are kind of a thing, so…” Daniel shook his head on a slow grin. “Show a girl your wolf and she wants everything.”