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~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

It wasn’t long, she heard the sound of a car starting and then it was gone, meaning she was alone in the house. She searched around with her eyes, there was nothing in the room, absolutely nothing that one can use as a weapon, the man was being careful as hell, she wondered what his name was, he probably would be answering a name that match his reputation, just like El Diablo. If he is answering that and from his tone of Spanish, she guessed he must be from Colombia, he didn’t really look like them but his Spanish can’t be something he learnt, it must be his mother’s tongue.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

he asked Diego. "I am not liable to tell you anything, Federico," Diego told him pointedly, and the man looked so mad that I was scared he would shift into his wolf any second now. "Arya," Diego said in a strict tone enough to startle me. "Come to this side," he ordered me, and though I didn't like his tone, the old man is actually looking so scary that I didn't even take a second to walk toward Diego's side. "I already clarified yesterday that I am not coming with you anywhere Federico" I was unable to understand anything in this situation except the fact that Federico is a bad guy.

My heart ached at the pain held within his words as I realised that he had been blaming himself for my capture. “Drew, your shirt.” Julius reached out his hand as a man with dark hair and stern, dark eyes stepped into view, tugging his black shirt over his head. “We can continue this reunion when we’re safe back at the pack house.” He murmured as he slid the shirt over my head. Drew was tall, although he didn’t look it standing next to the two behemoths that were Dean and Julius, and his shirt hung just above my knees, thankfully covering my body from the harsh sun.