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Agatha and Silvia made these potions. "Would you be staying for a few days?" "A week at most, then I'll be on my next mission," he said. Kevin was donning black slacks and a dark blue shirt, his hair gelled back. He looked handsome. He inhaled deeply grinning ear to ear as he threw his head back placing his hands on his chest. "Monica," He rasped, and Angela was startled when a girl walked past her jumping into Kevin's wide arms. Picking her up he swirled her around.

Another endless time of silence reminded me that my luck was over. "I think you can drive on the clear path again, they're not following us anymore." Kevin told the driver and he nodded in consent. We were able to get this far without being followed thanks to Kevin, he had the ability to dull the scents of others around him and keep them undetected. He had also done a research and invented drugs that completely erased one's scent. Matter of fact, Kevin no longer had a scent for all we knew, he was non tradable especially in the face of danger sometimes I wondered how he was ever going to find his mate.

Kevin was a good guy, well, he was definitely a good guy compared to the much older Xavier. Kevin stood at 5'9", dark skinned with a bald head. He always wore hoodies and he was as fat as a guy can get. He was naturally big built but on top of that he was really fat- like donut eating police officer fat, if that makes sense. "Is that so?" Xavier asked calmly as his eyes went to the screen where the game was taking place but his eyes would casually falter back to the young couple, "I've been giving you extension after extension Kevin," Xavier told him, stating the obvious.

It wrote, "Get your fortune told here at a 100% accuracy rate!" Kevin just chuckled icily. After that, he keyed in my name. The app took a moment to buffer. A short message popped up immediately. "She's right next to you," it read. Kevin just shook his head with a bitter smile. He was about to close the app when I realized that I could actually control the phone's keyboard. I managed to type out one word with great difficulty under Kevin's bewildered gaze. "Toilet!" Of course, Kevin was quite surprised. He didn't expect to see his phone automatically typing out a message on its own.

Regardless, even if this person was the all-powerful Zivon, Kevin couldn’t allow him to just hurt his savior! Sneering in response, Zivon then haughtily approached Kevin as he condescendingly replied, “You’re completely clueless, aren’t you? No matter, I’ve already sent the item to your mansion anyway, so go home and get a good look at what I’ve sent before asking yourself whether you deserve to even stand before me.” This prompted Kevin to raise a slight brow. What was he going on about? Sill… with how calm Zivon looked…. In the end, all Kevin could do was clench his fists as he returned home… Only to realize that the entire Lockhart Mansion had fallen silent as well!

He thought Andrew was only good at sucking up to powerful figures like Derek and George—but beyond that, he seemed like a weakling. Especially now, trembling in fear of death like some spineless coward. Of course, he would not say his thoughts aloud. On the outside, he smiled and assured, "Come on, that's it? You had me worried for nothing. Relax, I'll assign the Wrights' personal security detail to protect you around the clock." Andrew acted touched. "Thank you, Kevin. Once I'm out of this mess, I'll make sure you're heavily rewarded." Kevin waved it off modestly. "We're brothers, no need for all that. But if you insist on showing your appreciation, how about hooking me up with some of your

Kevin replied courteously. After that, Kevin seemed to remember something and anxiously asked, "Mr. Jett, are there any pills from your sect that can reduce scarring?" "Yes. If you would like, I can get my disciples to send you those pills later," Richard said with a nod. Kevin clasped his hands together gratefully. "Thank you so much, Mr. Jett!" Richard hummed in acknowledgment. After that, one of Kevin's men walked in and whispered something to him. Kevin's expression twisted as he replied coldly, "So what if that arrogant bastard knows martial arts? It's not like we don't know anyone who does as well!"

he confessed in a weak voice. The Lycan King’s breath hitched as he processed what the Omega had just told him. That couldn’t be… Lachlan thought to himself. “You’ve never touched yourself, Omega, is that what you’re saying?” Evren nodded rapidly. Lachlan wanted to ask how that was even remotely possible. “How old are you, Omega?” “I am twenty years old, Your Majesty.” “Your name?” “Evren. Evren Kai Stormborn, Your Majesty.” Lachlan knew all these were questions he should’ve asked the first time around, but he had barely remembered to breathe through that rut haze.

Richard watched the whole scene as it unfolded almost close to the gates of the small school. He noticed her alright, but he can’t say a word, he always can’t say a word. He was out here waiting for his bestie, a zoology major, and part time cleaner. He sights her purple pixie and small size frame when he is about to make a move, he runs toward her small frame, his big body feeling light. He snorts, when he thinks of the very bad turn of events, he was supposed to be supernatural for God’s sake, but he couldn’t even heal, his ribs still ached, and he could feel liquid seeping out of whatever hole that was created during the blows each time he breathes.

Two years later… KEVIN’S POV Warm water cascaded down my body, soothing my aching muscles. My father insisted that I trained at least two hours in the morning. After all, I was the future Alpha of The Mystical Pack. My weakness could be the downfall of the entire pack. A sharp knock pulled me out of my thoughts. “Kevin! If you don’t come out in two minutes I will come inside.” I groaned as I turned off the shower. If it was someone else I would have ignored it. This was my beloved sister, Risha. She must have already arranged for a duplicate key before threatening me.