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They resembled each other quite a bit, nearly twins, but on closer inspection, Adam had dark eyes, and Grayson had a longer haircut. Along the other wall of the space was a built-in bookcase with a nice collection of graphic novels and historical books, or so she discovered when she pulled a few out. Grayson was a history buff so it seemed, which made sense considering his weapons collections. But it was when she noticed a trophy on the bookcase, that the truth of this place, hit her hard. Junior Hockey League MVP 2034 Adam Godwin, etched into the trophy. This place was a shrine, to a brother who had died way too soon.

Their faces were flushed red, their bodies were all wounded, and they were so tired that they could hardly even lift their hands! Even Hunter and Monki whose strengths were ranked at the top were also defeated in the last few rounds. Rowan, who had a shy and straightforward character, surprised everyone. He actually made it to the end without falling! Monki slumped aside and gave him a thumbs up. “Damn it, Rowan! Have you been secretly training behind our backs? You’re making great progress!” Rowan smiled shyly and replied honestly, “Actually, it’s only because I’m able to take a beating.”

Raising his splayed hand, Atlas laughed. "Salis was ordered to exterminate Gian but instead saved him from Lucifer and the demons that might want to use him. That brings me to the next issue. Salis is your daughter's true mate. As much as that disappoints me to say, my hand will probably be eternally mine. Anyway, I saw that he is the only one that can hide her demon mark and keep her safe," Atlas stated solemnly. Pointing to his father's right cheek, Asher gasped.

“You will tell me, Grayson. Now.” Winston stepped forward, his face pale. “Marcus, please,” he stuttered. “Think about this. He’s scared. Maybe there’s another way—” I didn’t look away from Grayson. “Do you want to die for this secret?” I hissed, pressing the blade a little harder against his skin. “Because I am very close to ending this right here.” Grayson’s eyes filled with tears, his body trembling. “Please, Master Marcus. I gave my word. If I tell you, what kind of man am I?”

"Grayson, are you sure about this? I’m happy you’re finally settling down, but Evelyn…I still don't think she’s the one for you. The pack is already divided about her." Grayson’s voice softened, but his words carried weight. "Diana, Evelyn is my mate. Why can't you understand that?” “She is your mate but couldn't sense that you were in danger,” Diana protested. “That's because I haven't marked her,” Grayson defended. “And why is that, Grayson? Why haven't you marked her?” Diana asked. “My mate, my business, Diana. Enough of these tantrums you are showing over this issue. I'm getting married to Evelyn and that is final,” Grayson declared.

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

“If you ever hurt Cassie or anyone in my family again, I’ll put you in the ground myself. No second chances. No new names. Understand?” Marcus nodded, throat too tight to speak. The door closed. The guards came. And somewhere between the clanging gates and the Illinois night, Mark Skyland died. Marcus Carter was born. He was twenty-two years old, and for the first time in his life, he had no idea who the hell he was supposed to be. But he was alive. And his father, broken, flawed, ruthless Josh Carter, had paid the price to make it so. Some debts can never be repaid.

I knew because I lived it every day. "I'm serious. The way he treats you is disgusting.” He lowered his voice. "We have options and ways to get you out. You just have to trust me." "What kind of options?" I asked warily. He glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then he pressed something small into my palm. I looked down. It was a vial made of dark glass, with a cork stopper. "What is this?" I whispered. "Insurance," Marco said quietly. "It's a slow-acting poison. Mix it into his food or drink, and within a few hours, he'll develop symptoms that look like a simple illness. Nothing that would immediately raise suspicion."

"How... how are you here?" Xavier Grayson's face was cold as frost. He ground his foot into Marcus's face. "Didn't the Bennett father and son tell you? Chloe Bishop is now the young mistress of the Grayson family." "Damned Leo—he set me up!" Marcus howled beneath Xavier Grayson's foot, like a demon shrieking in rage. Without even blinking, Xavier Grayson lifted his leg and drove his foot into Marcus's abdomen. Marcus's eyes flew wide open. He knew—both his kidneys were ruined. "Still not leaving?"

A low growl echoed through the open space. In an instant, every Sentinel turned. Through the trees came a black convoy. The Black Ridge. Naturally. Before they completely stopped, Grayson got out. He appeared almost unreal due to the storm. The black coat was flapping wildly in the wind. Under the rain, silver eyes glowed a little. He exudes power that causes weaker wolves to instinctively avert their eyes. He glanced at the corpses once. Next, at the cliff's symbol. And his face took on a dark hue.