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Everything felt peaceful. BAM! The doors burst open violently. The maids gasped startled as a group of mud crusted, bruised,filthy naked men stormed in. Darting their feral eyes till it landed on Marisa. Amongst them towering and snarling was Raul. “Everyone. Out!” Marisa snapped sharply. The servants half bowed and moved sharply scurrying past the rogue wolves. One maid past by a wolf called Gregor who smacked her on her butt. She gasped startled and ran away.

Or else, the pack faces destruction from this crazy alpha. I immediately felt bad for my sister. She was the best we had to offer. That means she was going with him. Even though she despised me and made my life a living hell, I still wanted her to end up with a caring and loving alpha. Not whoever this cold-hearted monster was. "Bring in Rachel" Luna Cersera ordered and Rachel walked in gracefully. Her silver and white dress glittered beautifully like she was the very incarnation of the moon itself. Her steps were as perfect as her appearance. Everything about her was perfect. Even though she was an asshole who tormented me, I still adored her as my little sister.

“Mommy's here.” For the next few minutes, the entire world seemed to disappear. There was only me and my son. He was the most precious treasure; I couldn’t believe that a baby this perfect came from me. Even if he was small, he didn’t have machines attached to him, and that gave me a sense of relief. “Our pup will be strong,” My wolf said, and this time I believed her. I might be a broken hybrid. A creature similar to humans, if not worse, because of my faulty DNA, but my baby was a different story.

Chapter 36 Elena Vasquez The Hamptons estate’s great room was a cathedral of glass and dawn, the first light of a new day spilling across the marble floor like liquid gold. The shutters were open, the AI defenses humming in standby, Lila’s team patrolling the grounds with a quiet vigilance that felt like peace. Mamá sat on the leather couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, her wound healing under the care of Alexander’s private doctor, her eyes bright despite the cancer’s shadow. Marco sprawled beside her, his laptop closed for the first time in weeks, his lanky frame relaxed, a real smile: boyish, unguarded, lighting his face. Alexander stood by the fireplace, his rifle gone, his hands in

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

Three bedrooms. One of them had been transformed into a gym with a treadmill and a few other workout equipment. Although, judging by how new most of the stuff was, it didn't look like she used the room a lot. The other one had a bed and a mattress. Nothing else. The master bedroom must have been where Natalia spent most of her time. Everything was carefully picked. The bedding included plush throws, knit blankets, and pillows in shades of white, cream, and soft taupe. Floor-to-ceiling drapes in a matching beige shade framed sheer white curtains and a large rug covered the floor.

MARINETTE “Hey, Marinette! You've got new arrivals!” Josh stops his old bike in front of the bookstore, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Small strands of his dirty blonde hair peep from his blue face cap. He points at the new books, warm blue orbs locked on mine. “What do you think?” Pushing back the keys of the bookstore into the pocket of my wide leg pants, I hurry to pick up the books. “I never thought I'd get them so early!” I laugh, picking up the one that catches my attention. ‘Mated to the Biker Alpha Twins’

The door slammed open just then and all heads snapped to the door. A tall robust man in a crisp black suit, casually strode in with two other men on his tail. Pipe hanging on dark lips, head bald and a face carved from hell. Don Montello; Costa Nostra’s roughest famiglia who built their empire through outlaw biker culture. Alessandro’s shoulders flexed with sudden wrath as his blood turned molten steel. He jerked up to his feet immediately, the table rattling from the force as he reached for the man’s suit and slammed him painstakingly against the wall it almost left a dent.

Master Robin taunted. Mariam could not believe her ears, was master Robin throwing Insults at her all because of Galene? "You are only meant for pleasure and pleasure you shall give me now," Master Robin said and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it hard. Mariam yanked his hands off her. "I would never give my body to you again" she shrieked and master Robin hit her across the face. Mariam could taste the blood in her mouth. She tried to step away from him but he grabbed her, yanking her robe off her to reveal her in her underpants.

Alonso hissed as Jasper nodded his head and dragged her into the room as he shut the door and locked it. 'That f*cker took her in the room, have my back. I'm going after her,' He mind-linked Hunter and Luca who were already busy killing their prey. A wolf lunged at Rasmus as he snarled and jumped, grabbing its throat between his teeth and snapping his neck, killing the wolf within seconds. He hissed in pain when another wolf attacked him from behind, throwing him away. Rasmus stood back up on his paws and sprang at that wolf biting off the chunk of his flesh away from his neck as his body fell on the floor with a loud thud.