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He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'

Alexander came back with a spade and a wooden box. What is he up to now? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Aldrich's POV "I will bury him alive!" Miller announced his motive with a devilish smirk on his lips. Is he serious? How could a person be so heartless! Every nerve of my body was blazing in rage and I wanted to burn him in the same fire. I swear I will cut him into pieces once I get my hands on him.

•••• •••• •••• •••• It hurts! It hurts so much. Make it stop hurting, anyone please... Help. "He raped me! My brother raped me and you let him, that's what he did to me, that's what you both did to me." With that Amirah ended the call, switched off her phone and began sobbing. She was shaking as the tears poured down furiously. What did she do to deserve Hajiya as a mother? Such a callous person. Her mother was a beast, she's denied her mother's true nature for as long as she could but now it she couldn't anymore.

Laty glared at him, “Take a step towards me, and you will regret this.” Kil only smirked at the words, "It is unclear to me why you are this way, but I hope to change that.” His million-dollar smile as he said those words was enough to make an ordinary man swoon. However, Laty isn't an ordinary man. He's out to get revenge on those who killed his parents. With a battle cry, he charged toward Kil. “Dark.” Kil facepalmed as he watched his mate approach. “Whoever said having half-souls makes things easier for you was lying.”

Ice fell silent, fell into thought about The Road Devils MC and what the past few years had brought his beloved band of brothers. It had been nothing but a fucking litany of tragedies, one thing right after the other. It had been unceasing and completely out of control. First, the tattoo parlour had been blown up and Keira, Zoe Parish’s baby girl, had almost been kidnapped by her own killer father. Then Scars Innis – the club VP – had been badly burned running into the blaze to rescue Keira as she sat on the floor wailing.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

The rest of the seven or eight Elders standing behind him were as stunned as he was, despite the oblivious looks on the faces of the lesser acolytes, and there was only one reason why. Corpse Puppets were abominable monsters fueled by Malicious Grudge. To kill one would require the utter destruction of its soul, like how one would slay a mage of the Nascent Soul Realm. But Xiao Chen was able to kill the Puppets with hardly any trouble and this could only mean one thing: Xiao Chen must have more than ten times more Malicious Grudge than these Corpse Puppets put together! But how could a living person possess a Malicious Grudge of such intensity and fury!?

The result of her kill or contribution to Drakoen's plan didn't bring her any joy or sorrow. They left the Red River Pack without even arranging for the bodies to be buried. They were left to be eaten by vultures just like dead animals. When they got back to Drakoen's place, Mercedes went straight to her room and took a long hot shower. The running water removed the dried blood, sweat and dirt. It had become a routine for her. Drakoen and she have been going around killing the people who refused to surrender to him. So many people have already died and many continue to die elsewhere. Drakoen was determined to kill everyone for his new world. He didn't care about anything else or anyone.

Mirren quickly licks her finger and then laughs. “I don’t know what I just got from you kid, but you’re just about the worst I’ve seen and I took Killian McGrath’s soul, so that’s saying something. But those souls were pure evil, put me right into a coma with all their hatred. No chance for redemption and they wouldn’t have wanted it.