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Steve replied and Jude sighed. If only his friend opened up about his identity to Carla, he was sure an ambitious woman like her would fall on her knees and lick his feet just like all the other women. All this talk about her wanting to leave here and not her being a gold digger was shit to him. Why his friend was reluctant to give it a try, he didn’t understand. Maybe this was his last struggle to ensure he doesn’t get disgusted by the woman he likes? He just didn’t understand, but he didn’t like Carla either. She was so pretentious. “Stop scolding her in your head. She’s nothing like you think she is.” Steve said as he began to neatly arrange the lunch boxes into the picnic basket, he took

I tried to explain. He didn’t know. How could he? In Silver Prison, food was always thrown on the floor. If you wanted to eat, you had to crawl and eat like a dog. If you didn’t, you starved. “You’re doing this to guilt-trip me for sending you to Silver Prison, aren’t you?” Daniel’s voice was cold. I shook my head quickly. “No, really. I’m just telling the truth.” Jessica patted Daniel’s arm, sighing.

“Maybe you should just go back with them, Ashley. You’ve already brought enough trouble by leading them here.” “This is ridiculous,” she said, her arms crossed turning back to Silvia. “You’re risking everything for her based on some mark and a feeling? Silvia, you’re our alpha. You’re supposed to protect us, not gamble our lives on a hunch.” I bit my lip, swallowing the urge to snap back, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. The Silver Fang warrior’s grin widened, like he was enjoying the tension, like he thought he’d already won. I met his gaze, my voice steady despite the fear twisting in my gut. “Well, then, come get me,” I said, daring him to make a move.

He smiles at Blake and sighs. He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. "No.... what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.

"As I'll ever be." Upon arrival, we were greeted by Director Davis, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair who bowed respectfully. "Alpha Hayes, Luna Morgan, welcome to Silver Personal Technologies." "Thank you for having us," Dominic replied, shaking his hand firmly. We were escorted to a spacious conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of the Northern Territory stretched before us, a reminder of Ethan's growing influence. "Beta Jenkins will join us shortly," Director Davis explained, gesturing toward the polished conference table. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

CHAPTER 22 HYACINTH The dining room was quiet—too quiet. The clinking of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the air. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Silas sat at the opposite end of the table, his posture rigid, his eyes deliberately avoiding mine, as if acknowledging me in this setting would somehow shatter whatever calm he was trying to maintain.

she said, her voice lacing with pride and a hint of superiority. “Aha…” Evelyn said, her smile never faltered as she turned to face Silver. “And you?” Silver’s introduction was laced with arrogance as she spoke. “Silver Reed, daughter of Mike Reed, the chairman of Skyline Broadcasting Network.” However, Evelyn’s response to them instantly dripped with sarcasm. “And I was thinking you two are some kind of big fish in the country. I had no idea it’s just some two ants I could easily crush.” Both Cynthia and Silver’s eyes widened in anger.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.