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And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

As much as he appreciated how fucking hot and sexy his fiancée was, and for him to be the envy of every guy in Levi's party, he just can't have random pervs staring and gawking at K's generous pairs of tits - and then there's her perfect little butt. Jesse used to be a tits kind of guy, but K's behind definitely changed his preference. Fuck it, he's a tit and ass man all thanks to Kristen Noelle's boob and booty wonderland. And if he was successfully converted, he could only imagine what it could do to other guys. Their eyes would be feasting on her. Hell to the fucking NO. "Tell me you're not serious, you can't go out like that." He scoffed, his hands on his waist.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

As an editorial assistant for a financial newspaper, she had the opportunity to interview the big shots of the finance industry. Keith Ritter was the person she interviewed. As the CEO of Ritter Corporation, he was a young and successful man in both the finance sector and the heavy industry. Although he was about her age, he was incredibly capable and internationally acclaimed as one of the country's most talented men. Wearing a neat suit, Kelly stood in front of the Ritter Corporation building. She had a microphone in hand while her colleagues were carrying cameras. They were all crowded around the outside of a security barrier.

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.

"He is just a condescending jerk trying to draw attention. I will sort out my textbook issue with him after school, but now, I am more worried about why he was with Killer earlier." Nate relaxes back into his chair, exhaling. "Killer's real name is Chris Bradford. Before he joined the underground, he was well known in the big leagues. His trainer then was Steven Rodriguez." I cough out in shocked reflex. "Steven Rodriguez? You mean. . . .you mean Jason's dad?"

His voice was a bit hoarse and he was panting. He understood a little of what Kit Marzonia had said, the man he went through with the initiation to enter Foedus. He is now a lawyer. Besides Atty. Elliot Hart, Kit, is one of the Foedus's members' recourse when they needed someone to bail them out. "Are you running? Why are you panting?" Keyller asked with a frown. His eyes were still focused on the road. "I was in the middle of my pleasure when you called, Hayes. What do you think you're doing disturbing my intimate moments?"

"I had no idea this was where you'd be today. I didn't even know you were a NASCAR driver." "Right. Pull the other leg." He looked at Andy. "Miss Kitts" - he emphasized her name - "is also doing a series on sports figures. I guess she figured she'd get close enough to me to get some extra photography time." He looked back at Kristin. "When we met, did you salivate over the thought of getting a photo shoot with the missing driver? The man who walked out on his career? Were you going to sell it to the tabloids? I'll bet you'd make a pretty penny for that."