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He pondered for a moment! With a thought! Zephyr Khan suddenly has an idea, but he has an idea. After that! A cold smile appeared on his lips. His smile was cruel and ruthless! ... Immeasurable Divine Peak! In the Dark Wind Domain, almost every martial artist was crazily eager to enter the place! In addition to the Immeasurable Peak, it was full of primordial energy, countless ancient years, and all kinds of profound unique skills. It was also because the Immeasurable Divine Mountain was the Academy station of the Moke Academy.

Although Peak Street was quite a rowdy area that was used to gang fights and violence, it was still harrowing to see someone's legs being broken out in the open like this. Kaison's entire body was shaking like a leaf. He was in so much pain that a vein had popped on his forehead, and his entire face was red with the effort of maintaining consciousness. His uninjured hand was clenched into a fist. The only reason he had not passed out from the pain of it all was because he had experience dealing with immense pain, courtesy of his martial arts training. If anything, he would rather have passed out so he would not have to live with the agonizing pain!

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

I gingerly followed Muriel out the kitchen door and stood in the sunlight, scorching hot on the top of my head, looking between people I’d never seen before. A man with a trimmed, brown beard, long dirty blond hair, and grey eyes loomed over everyone else. He was bigger than Gavin at over six feet tall, bigger than David and Lothair, and wore a look of perpetual displeasure that made me feel like I was an ant. It was tiring feeling so small in front of these Alphas. Everett intimidated me, but some small part of me craved to challenge that fear and meet his eyes. “Muriel, this is Everett March,” Gavin introduced briskly. “He’s the Alpha of Eastpeak. Everett, Muriel Vale. She’s the unicorn th

I moved through the shadows of the cave, my hands glowing with a soft, diagnostic violet light. ​The medical reality of the Seventh Peak was a nightmare of Neural-Friction. ​“Elara, look at his arm,” Aris whispered, pointing to a Sky-Wolf huddled in the corner. ​The warrior's left forearm had been clipped by the rain. It wasn't bleeding, but the skin had turned into a low-resolution grey blur. When I touched it, there was no pulse, no warmth—just a vibration that felt like a numbing electric shock. The "Information" of his arm was being overwritten by the mountain’s default code.

The book almost fell from my hands as I began to run back to the palace. How did I not think about it? How did I not remember that I had seven dead mates and being intimate with one would obviously lead to the same fate. I ran, tears blinding me, the heavy pages of the book slapping against my side. Seven dead mates. And now....him. My chest burned as I stumbled up the palace steps, clutching the book. "Moon Goddess." I gasped, the plea ripping from my throat. "Please.... Don't take this one too."

His chest rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic breath, his abs tightening under my gaze. Michael's movements were sharp and decisive as he yanked his shirt from his body. He was broader than Divine, his muscles a testament to years of brutal training, each one carved and honed to perfection. Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were a study in contrast but a united front in their desire. Michael reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking sharply against the silence, his gaze locked on me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that resonated deep in my core. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

He trains for the kill. My arms stay folded, casual, like I’m just passing time. Inside, every nerve’s coiled tight, tuned to the rhythm of his body. His tank rides up just enough to flash the pale scar across his ribs, the kind that tells a story without giving away the ending. I want to know it. I also don't want to care. I don’t care. My dick twitches, like it's saying ‘yeah you do’. Come on buddy, you have to be on my side.

Thankfully, he was a highly trained martial artist, and an attack from the Peak Acquired State did not do much damage to him at all. However, this laid the groundwork for a perfect second attack!

In an instant, a blur shot forward, hands whirling, the sound of slicing wind in its wake. Nevaeh was not just standing by. Her gaze hardened as she charged into the fray, the air turbulent with the force of their movements. "Bring it on!" The man with the scarred face knew his time was up, and with a battle cry, he lunged at his enemies. However, his efforts were futile. He could only summon the power of a martial god peak mastery, which was nothing compared to Nevaeh and her companion. The fight was brutal, and the sound of his bones breaking filled the air. Blood spurted from his mouth as he stumbled back several feet before collapsing.