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•Dominic• "Where has that bastard Martel been hiding this precious gem for so long?" Teodoro ranted, washing down his fifth glass of vintage in one go. With a deep controlled sigh, I slowly clenched my fist tightly, following his preying eyes. Of course, he was looking at her as she wandered around the paid actors and actresses disguised as guests, worry lacing her face. I didn't want to imagine the horrendous things he'd already done with her in his deluded mind.

I smiled. He crossed his legs, this time not on the coffee table. "Why? Yes, I did." Cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but was stopped by a distinct accented voice. "È molto tempo che non ci vediamo Alessia (Long time no see Alessia)" Mariano said as he entered the booth. I shook my head while smiling. Mariano owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall well built man. His muscles were exaggerated by his tight T-shirt and leather jacket. His head was full of neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined with light stubble.

“Lorenzo?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, keeping one hand on Jordan’s back. The bond felt heavy, still warm from last night but already shifting into something tighter. Lorenzo ran both hands through his hair. “The person I trained fifteen years ago. Her name is Mara. She’s two territories over, in that old logging settlement near the border. She’s been there for six months.” Jordan sat up fully now, the blanket falling to his waist. “Six months? And she’s the one who took your method?”

Dante made a move forward, but before he could gain any traction his friend’s hand on his shoulder stopped him cold. Dante turned to see Tanner and Mara, “nice to see you here for a run with the pack,” Tanner said and Mara elbowed him in the ribs before scowling at him, “i’m gonna go say hi to Mj… don’t be a dick while I’m gone,” she hissed through her teeth and Tanner simply shook his head with an over exaggerated frown on his face, “I would never,” he whined dramatically and she just turned, trying not to smile as she walked away.

Aria on the other hand, sit on the royal chair provided to her. "This is Marqus. It might be weirder than it seems, but we are odd friends. He is the Lighten Prince." Conri introduces Marqus to Aria who is eating the remaining moon drops grapes carnally. She let her eyes explore the physiques of the young man on their side. Marqus has a slim, tall, pale white body. He is currently wearing a green bracae, an animal skin sandalon, and an ordinary thin coat garment. His hair is charmingly straight and grey. It is long to his elbow level. But, what has allured the maiden is the beautiful scar on his left eyelid that looks like caused by a slash wound...

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gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.