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said Iziro firmly. Morgan nodded and turned to Irene and Logan. "Mom, you have admitted yourself that you don't love or even hate me because I am not the child of the man you love. But as a child, I love you as my mother and I will repay you for giving birth and taking care of me until a certain age. For that, I reward you, the mansion you now live in and also a large amount of money that I placed in your personal account, which you can use for the rest of your life," said Morgan in a trembling voice. He felt his chest tighten, but he knew that this was the best thing he had to do.

"He’s going to be okay, Mom. They’re going to rescue him." Morgana wiped her cheeks and nodded, though her expression remained strained. The live stream continued, showing shadowy figures entering what looked like an underground room. The grainy footage became more erratic as the camera jolted, following their movements. Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the tense silence. Chaos erupted on the screen, making my heart jump—shouts, flashes of light, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the darkened space. For a fleeting moment, the camera caught sight of a man who looked like Lennon. He was being pulled forward, his face pale and strained, before the view jerked wild

“I know what’s running through that pretty head of yours, cher. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you.” “If Reggie is guilty, then…then anyone—you—could want me bleeding, dead…” Her voice sounded breathy, trembling. Morgan hated the fact that her voice shook. On TV, she was the sexy bleachedblonde show hostess, professional with a hint of a wild streak. It worked. Out on the middle of the Louisiana swamps, under Jack’s roof, she was a terrified natural redhead who hated this crappy, helpless feeling, hated being out of her element physically, mentally, environmentally…sexually.

Pearl replied, and Rebekah laughed, but it was short. Axel is still ghosting her, and it's not making sense anymore. Is he supposed to keep malice this long as a guy? Lizzy has been quiet, so Morgan peeked at her and saw her pressing her phone. There's a picture of a vibrator on the screen. "Are you going to order that? It's big! Will it fit inside you?" Morgan chirped. "Who knows? I like big things" Lizzy replied. "Damn!!!" Morgan shouted, and Lizzy rushed away.

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

she says, her eyes darting around in awe. "I know, right." I take a sip of the wine. "Lira," a familiar voice calls behind me. A graceful smile spreads on my face as I turn towards Lucien. His arm is wrapped around Morgan, his mate. He is dressed in a dark fitted suit while Morgan is dressed in a blue dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes and mouth are wide open as he scans me. "You look..." He pauses and at the moment, I hear Rylan's words—'Crappy'—"... beautiful."

But the sight of her stepbrother's cock pounding her stubborn daughter's pussy made her body heat up. She dropped her empty basket on the floor quietly, cupping her breasts while watching them fuck like rabbits. Morgan leaned back, grabbed Tiana's tits, and raised her off the counter. His hand played with her boobs, pinching and squeezing while he jerked his hips at a rapid pace, slamming his thighs against her ass. Tiana screamed, her orgasm drawing even closer. Morgan's cock had found a sweet spot that he constantly hit with each thrust and it drove her crazy. "Yes," Lily found herself whispering. "Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty girl, she had it coming."

Landers suggested. “I already did,” Jace informed the man, who nodded in relief. “As for Ms. Ember,” Cedrick chimes in. “Liam and I discussed it and shared our information, and we decided to look into Mr. Morgan.” “My dad?” Emerald exclaimed. “Yes,” Liam said. “Why him?” “Because we learned that Mr. Morgan has liked her ever since.” “What??” “Ms. Ember used to work at Morgan Grocer. Because your mother is a real beauty, Mr. Morgan tried to rape her many times and succeeded once.”

Xavier froze, his hands moving to the back of his trousers. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Xavier Remus. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I want you to know that this pathetic excuse for a pack is surrounded by my men. They are not just some weak werewolves, they are lycans and with a snap of my finger, this place will burn…everything you’ve ever owned or possessed will come to naught. All I need is Morgan. He is already dead. What use do you have of him again”? Morgan stirred and groaned behind me. Even in his state, he still exhumed his alpha pheromones.

“As soon as he says it, I’m wet.” “I like it too,” Morgan stated. “What’s happening with you and Dutton?” I asked Morgan. “Well,” Morgan blushed. “We actually had sex for the first time last night.” I squealed, and the boys looked over at me. “Nothing to see here,” Kimmy yelled. “How was it?” I queried. “Amazing, he was so loving and giving,” Morgan said dreamily. “It was like we made a special connection.” I crossed the hot tub and hugged Morgan. “I’m so completely happy for you two. Dutton seems like such a nice guy.”