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Her heart beat faster not from fear, but because she could feel the storm brewing. “Raffaele Romano,” Matteo said, his voice a calm executioner’s blade. “Stand.” Raffaele, ever the snake, rose slowly, his smile thin, mocking. “What is this, Matteo? A trial? Or just another one of your little displays of power?” Matteo didn’t smile. He tossed a folder onto the table. Photos spilled across the polished wood bank transactions, coded messages, intercepted calls. Each piece of paper was a nail in Raffaele’s coffin.

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

Mew nodded his head and said "I know either than Filo, no one can stand my energy, that's what I told to my pack elders. If I continue the matting process for my sake, he might die." Zee interrupts the serious conversation and said "Again. I don't understand. How is that possible to mate a male??" Mew sighed and said "That's not important here because that's never gonna happen. so we can't go further about that thing." Zee said "Ok. Even though I am curious. I will search for some information." Ohm shooked his head in disbelief and said "Suits yourself." Mew asked all "Ok then how is your Luna's doing.?"

Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face. "Each joke, something breaks," War whispered lowly as he smelt Trent's anger stinking up the car. Rot...a disgusting rotting scent that War had quickly gotten used to a long, long time ago. He was sure that his little mate's nose wasn't as developed, so he was surprised when she began to stir awake. He was momentarily frozen as he watched movement behind her eyelids...then her eyes opened. The air drained from his lungs and as her molten chocolate eyes peered up at him in confusion. He could see the wheels mentally turning in her head as a look of realization suddenly dawned on her.

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. "Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult." Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips.

RYAN'S POV~ Time seemed to slow to a crawl as my brain struggled to process the events unfolding before me. My mother’s concerned gaze went ignored as my eyes remained locked on the elder priest. It was as if I was viewing the world through a haze of red mist, the only thing piercing through me, was the sight of danger that threatened my mate. Then the guards made their move, their hands reaching for their guns. In that instant, something within me snapped. "What the fuck are you insinuating?!" I roared, my voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.

I whispered and was about to faint when Damian grabbed me and carried me straight in. He took me straight to his own room and placed me on his bed. I burst out crying. "No! I didn't even get to see my mom in my entire lifetime and it's all because of Asher's father. I can't believe Dad was going to get me to marry my biggest enemy. Ahhh!!!" "Crying isn't going to do shit for you. Let me know when you are interested in knowing why your mother became a victim of Alpha Richard Blackwood." Damian muttered and left the room.

he replied I sighed, “Of course you do.” He stood beside the door, “You did well today.” Matthew said. I looked at him, “That sounds like another compliment.” “Don't make it a habit.” He said. I almost smile. Then his expression changed, “Rachel.” The seriousness in his voice made me straighten, “What?” I asked. Before he could answer, Antonio’s voice came through the communication system, “Matthew, we decoded the device.” The room went still, Matthew looked at his phone screen as it came on, a video appeared “Rachel Raphael, you’re searching for the truth, but you still don’t understand what your mother left behind.”

If flirting with the Grim Reaper was what it took to drag her back into my arms, I'd gladly bet my life. A twisted smirk curled my lips. Leaning back, my mismatched eyes burned through the shadows. My wolf clawed to the surface. “Do it. Bring our mate home. If we don’t bleed, how will she pity us?” Joel purred in my head, a psychotic chuckle echoing in my skull. I dialed the burner. Jae picked up on the second ring, rambling about something I ignored. “The Death Route,” I interrupted. “Underground circuit. I know you've got the plug. Put my name on the roster.”

That silence was enough to make her heart race. “What order?” she asked. No answer. Adrian nodded knowingly. “I thought so.” He looked at Seraphina once more. “Watch the footage.” Then he walked away. Matteo didn’t stop him. He simply watched until Adrian disappeared through the front gate. The moment he was gone, Seraphina rounded on Matteo. “Who is he really?” Matteo sighed. “A complication.” “That’s not an answer.” “He used to be one of ours.” “Ours?”