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“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

I smirked at him, wondering what he was going to say this time. ““Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Marshall?” Mr. Jenkins asked. Obviously, he asked me because I was Alpha of the Crescent Pack. I was leader and I was supposed to take care of all the responsibilities. Oh well, I was only in high school. I’ll let Warren take care of it again. He was the most responsible one. I shook my head and smirked. “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”

she clicked, and more decrypted names emerged. Jefferson T. I froze, alarm bells going off in my head. “Jefferson T, as in the mayor?” I asked to be sure. But I didn’t quite get an answer, what the hell was I thinking, there was only one fucking Jefferson in that cabinet, and it had to be my fucking uncle. “Coward,” I muttered underneath my breath, the fact that he lied to me over and over again all the more repulsing. Xavier didn’t say anything. He just glared at the screen, fists clenched.

“She’s ready now, Jeffrey. Let her go.” Mark stepped out of the car. He wasn’t in a tux anymore. He wore black jeans, a black crew neck, and a custom leather jacket. He looked impossibly magnetic and utterly ruthless, the master stepping out of the shadows. Jeffrey’s grip tightened on my wrist. He looked from Mark, to me, and back to Mark. The confrontation was immediate, stripped of social pretense. “I won’t let her go until she tells me she’s not being manipulated,” Jeffrey stated, his voice tight with controlled anger, finally laying his cards on the table.

We were explaining what role he was going to play in the Purple Dream campaign, when the phone started ringing again, and since I was sitting on the couch with Jonny, it was Eli who answered to hang up after five seconds. “Shrek requests your immediate presence in his office, Miss Martin.” She mumbled after hanging up. “Who?” Jonny looked confused. “Mark.” we answered in unison. She laughed in amusement, instead I started to feel completely nervous. I bolted to the office of Mark without regarding the mockery made by the idiots who stayed in my office, and once in front of the door, I wiped the sweat from my palms with my skirt and subtly touched, hearing his voice from inside telling to com

Alpha Marco used his pack house more like an office, which is why it was in the centre of town and came equipped with a receptionist and staff. “Alpha Julius, I appreciate you coming at such short notice.” Alpha Marco stood on the street, his hazel eyes looking tired as he ran his hands over his buzzed hair. He was a couple of years older than me but had only recently taken over the alpha-ship from his father, who passed away last year. “Of course, anything I can do so that we can sort this shit out. Any casualties from last night?” I asked as I stepped out of the Jeep, greeting him with a firm handshake.

Michael clicked the link out of curiosity, and the video that opened centered on a couple. The guy looked a lot like Edwardo, but his hair was slightly longer and his shoulders weren’t as wide. The other person was a beautiful Hispanic lady with long dark brown hair, and a grin that suggested whatever this was about had some serious mischief attached.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.