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They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

I spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her. And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to her puckered asshole. She was so tight and clenched for me as I started pushing in.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

Ben spat the words through clenched teeth and staggered toward the wreckage. Cool saline flowed into my veins. I stared at the swaying IV line, my gaze growing icily cold. Thomas and Mandy, our accounts will be slowly settled.

Chapter 4 - Celestial Assassins Descend The full moon hung low over the jagged hills, bathing the world in cold silver light. High above, a shimmer cut through the stars—like a tear in the sky itself. Inside the craft, Zara gripped the controls, her glowing skin pulsing with faint blue veins. Her sister-warrior, Lira, sat beside her, sharp eyes fixed on the scanner. Their homeworld's cult-planet felt a lifetime away, but the rage burned fresh. Shrines desecrated. Kin violated. The priest would pay.

He didn't get a response, but the lunar dust beneath his feet suddenly swirled, forming a small, shimmering spiral—a Weaver’s knot. The 70th chapter closed on the image of the five fugitives standing on a dead world, looking down at an empire in flames. The "Alpha’s Regret" was a memory. The "Alpha’s Return" had begun. And this time, they weren't just bringing a rebellion. They were bringing the Moon back to the sky.

🔞 WARNING ⚠️: Things get steamy in this chapter, Not suitable for younger readers💋 Adult Themes: Love, temptation, and desire take center stage. Continue only if you’re ready to get wet and burn ❤️‍🔥 for your stepbrother🥵 Astrid’s POV

The warrior stared at Darius for a moment before his body suddenly began to change. His bones cracked as his body grew bigger, his shoulders enlarged, and his fingers turned into sharp claws. Grey fur quickly covered his skin as his face changed into a wolf's. He dropped onto the floor, and within seconds, a huge grey wolf stood before us. He lifted his head and let out an aggressive roar that made some of the warriors step back. Its sharp teeth showed as it growled loudly at Darius, ready to attack. Some of the warriors cheered, expecting him to take Darius down easily. I couldn’t move my eyes away from Darius. He was still injured, and I was worried the fight would make things worse, but h

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He is saying something to her, but she does not hear nor does she has the intention of removing the earphone “I’m saying that the chief wants to see you now” he yells frustratingly at her, forcefully removing her earphones. “You should have just said it gently, no need in using force” she hisses. “And you would have heard with how much you were bobbing your head to that music of yours, not that you have a great taste at music at that” he scoffs, handing her the files he was told to give her. “Just like how your name is not of a great taste too, and don’t fucking insult my taste in music, it is better than your taste in anything” she tells her, rolling her eyes at him.