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I ended the call and stared blankly at the wall. I wanted to visit Owen as we didn’t have a proper talk last time in the Fowler’s building since the events that happened. When Dimitri came to give me my usual meal, I instantly dropped y question, “How is Owen?” “Recovering. Looks like his body received major trauma, physically and emotionally. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone now. Not even to Alpha Magnus.” “Recovering. Looks like his body received major trauma, physically and emotionally. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone now. Not even to Alpha Magnus.”

Hunter admitted, feeling strangely light at finally being able to tell Corinne that, as if it was only right for her to know that part of his story “I don't know why my mom was so furious about this, since she always turns a blind eye to Felicity and Jennifer's existence, but... She got into a fight with Owen when she realized he was the one who broke into the Cox house one night and simply tore Felicity apart without mercy, while Jennifer was hiding somewhere in the house. Both were already in poor health at that time, my mother because of all the stress of keeping our pack in order alone and Owen because of the life of excess he led. And, in the process… They ended up killing each other.”

“This way.” --- Crimson Howl Pack – Healer’s Chambers The healers worked quickly. Ronan was forced to wait outside, pacing like a caged animal. Every second felt like an eternity. Finally, the door opened. Owen stepped out, his expression grim. Ronan’s heart stopped. “Is she—?” “Alive,” Owen said. “Barely.” Ronan sagged in relief. But Owen wasn’t done. “She won’t wake for days. Maybe longer. And when she does…” He hesitated. “She won’t be the same.”

“You could have fooled me. Don’t talk me out of this. You have no idea how guilty I feel right now.” “So do I. I feel like I failed you.” “Subjects are secured,” Owen informed me. “How do you know?” I asked breathlessly. “Our comms, boss.” “I want to see my wife.” A huge weight lifted off my chest, and I could finally breathe. “They’re taking them to Osmium for a check-up.” Owen drove towards the road. “We have a private doctor. How do you proceed? Keep it quiet or what?” “I want those assholes found.”

He clearly was having fun touching her and watching her trying not to scream. Now it was his turn. She pushed his hand away and put her mouth around him,taking him as deep as she could. Griffin shut his eyes as pure pleasure enveloped him. Owen furrowed his brow, concern etched in his voice when he didn’t get a response from Griffin. “Hello,Griffin…are you there?” “Yes…yes…I…I will enlist the aid of experts to ensure his swift recovery, enabling you to find Grace." Upon hearing this,Owen let out another sigh, his voice laden with years of longing. "It has been so many years. I don’t know if she is married or not! I simply yearn to see her again, to know if she lives a good life. And my daugh

I know I’m going to find rolling around under all those stupid fucking dead animal heads up there. Every one of my suspicions was correct. There’s my husband, who’s presumed to be convalescing from a serious injury, sitting propped up in his bed in a navy-blue velvet sauce gown, with a half-naked red-head beside him, scrambling for cover. “Darling,” Owen says as if I was greeting his mate and not the being of pure wrath that I’ve become. “Have you met Amber?”

Owen had her too off balance, and she wanted to hear what he had to say. "I wondered after the fact if I might just be hysterical." She tried to keep the defensive tone out of her voice. "Athena said no, but...." "I agree with her." In Owen's deep, gravel-like voice, the words sounded ominous. "If Grey thought that, then I wouldn't be here right now. They aren't looking for make-work jobs for their agents." His words gave her a measure of the reassurance she needed. "Then what did you talk about? I'm not sure if it's more frightening if it's my imagination working overtime or if this is in fact happening."

“You’re at the biggest one in Indy, right?” “Yes, I am. And it’s hectic and busy, but I really enjoy it.” Owen takes a drink of beer and raises his eyebrows. “Do doctors hook up with hot nurses in break rooms like they do on TV?” I laugh. “Not that I know of.” “But Archer was seeing a hot nurse for a while,” Dean interjects, and I internally wince. “Whatever happened to her?” “Uh, it was never much of a thing,” I deadpan, going for my beer.

Knock, knock, knock. “Enter!” I answered in a gruff tone, still reeling with rage. The door opened, and Connor and Elliot stood there. “Have a seat!” Both men bowed, and each sat in front of me. “Before I get into the reason I called you here. When was the last time you saw Owen?” They shared a puzzling glance. “Alpha, we-uhm... we haven’t seen him since the attack. We’ve been to his place. It’s empty,” responded Connor.

BRYNN Dante offered to take guard duty with Khalid overnight so that he could get a peek inside of him. The sly smirk that he sent me was enough to tell me that he had some unique methods. I could not wait to hear everything about them. The dream started out with Theo and I strolling through Dark Moon territory at twilight. The backdrop of mountains always looked majestic with the blended colors in the sky. Our territory was a gorgeous place to live. It had been exceptionally quiet since we apprehended Khalid a few weeks ago. Alpha Glenn of Nightshade was in the process of tracking down Veronica, hoping that it would lead us to the Eyes. Sadly, it had not turned up any leads so far.