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The gentle, obedient she-wolf had always had the full strength of the Werewolf Kingdom behind her. William lifted his hand. He was ready to tear apart Cameron and Rebecca, the latter still being resuscitated in the emergency room. I used the last bit of strength to shake off my weakness. "William, this revenge is mine."

"You locked her up. Treated her like garbage. And now you think you deserve to find her? To meet your child? You don't deserve either of them." Every word was a knife, cutting deep because they were true. "Maybe not," I said quietly. "But I'm going to find them anyway. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." "We'll see about that." Marco stepped closer, his hand moving toward his jacket. In one smooth motion, I grabbed his wrist, twisted, and had him face-down on the ground with his arm pinned behind his back. "Don't," I said calmly, pressing my knee into his back. "I'm trying very hard to keep this alliance civil. But if you pull a weapon on me, that ends. Understood?"

Andreas murmured, his voice terrifyingly calm. Before Nikos could even process the failure, Andreas tripped his lead foot and slammed him backward onto the massive bed. The impact knocked the wind out of Nikos, leaving him gasping as Andreas loomed over him, pinning his wrists above his head with a single hand. The King’s weight was a physical barrier, a reminder of the massive disparity in their power.

" For eight years, he had never stopped belittling me and breaking me down, reminding me that I was nothing without him. After a while, even I believed it. But now, I understood something. Before I was Marcus's mate or anyone's mother, I was my own person. I staggered toward my bag, reaching for the agreement, but my body suddenly gave out. My vision went dark, and I collapsed.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

someone whispered. Dustin’s face remained calm as he continued thinking. “Why don’t you go, Uncle Mark? You have to surpass that guy,” Timothy whispered and placed his hopes on the powerful fighter of his family. “I’ll make it to more than seven steps,” said Mark with a chuckle and walked out of the crowd. “He’s one of the strongest in the Bones family, Mark Bones!” Someone recognized him and was surprised. “He’s among the first class of sovereign grade fighters, and he’s much stronger than Victor Cain. He might actually be able to break that young man’s record!” someone else said with a laugh. He trusted Mark’s strength.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

MIA Marcus was waiting for a response. I didn't mean to be heard but I had been and now, I had to say something. I didn't have to, I just had to. Everyone was tired of his bullshit. “Yes, I do. The only reason you came here was because you heard Xerxes was dying and not to see your long lost brother. It's pathetic. You wave your wealth around like it's a flag and you lust after the little others people have. Rather than hand the Volkov wealth over to you, Xerxes would rather watch it burn to the ground or hand it to Xavier. Yes, that same child that you disowned and said was no good because he would never have your wealth would have inherited the very same reason you killed your father. You

And with his growth, he uses the surface level of his Sense without stressing his body: keeping his eyes green while heightening his ability to detect the shifts in the air. Then silence as all are in awe at William's display of grace in movement and power. William sliced all his attackers and deflected their attacks, except for one that managed to hit William in the neck. The wound is not deadly, yet it starts to bleed. William immediately applied tar and lit it with fire to close the wound. William's smugness angered the Inquisitor and Abigail, gritting her teeth and teetering on breaking it. William knew he had won this round, but he also knew he was nearing his limit. His mind is willing