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"When are you going to wake up?" He didn't respond. He couldn't, of course. In the corner, I saw a shelf of books that had both recent and vintage leather-bound novels. I looked over the spines till I saw "The Warrior and the Wolf." Fascinating. Startled at the underlined sections, I pulled it down. The book has been loved on, as seen by the notes in the margins. There were some thoughtful notes. A little snarky. As I read them, I laughed. I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner.

I’d never take a woman unless she came to me willingly. She wouldn’t be the exception. I sighed, frustrated with my own conscience. But if I forced something, I’d hate myself for it later. I’ve never claimed to be a good man. I don’t follow the rules of war. In my book, women, children, the elderly, they’re all capable of pulling a trigger or setting a trap. So if I go to war, everyone falls. No exceptions. You’re either a casualty or you’re not. There’s no middle ground.

I couldn't fault Theron for that, after all, I was doing the same thing. "I am glad you fought not only the threat but also for your dignity and you succeed in both." I murmured, my mind once again conjuring images of Theron on the battlefield, ripping the limbs from ghouls and sending them to their deaths as blood soaked through his uniform. The vision once again caused my heart to beat faster in excitement. Enough! I have to stop fanaticising about that! "I did what I had to do and I do not regret it." He continued, as though the incident was done and dusted in his mind. But those words sent a chill racing down my spine. Would he say the same thing once he had murdered me?

Virgil wasn't affected by my outburst. "Miss Williams -eh- Miss Yen, who between these two great men says the right thing? Would you mind if I ask whether you really like matcha?" "You know what I like, Mr. Virgil? That you will zip your mouth!" My eyes were already throwing balls of fire. He never acted like a professional business tycoon. Soon, all my fibers were already shaking in anger. Where does this man put his brain? He already saw the situation, and yet, he kept on setting the fire ablazed.

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He exhaled, glancing back at the club’s entrance. "For now." He slid into the SUV, the door closing with a soft thud. As the car pulled away, he stared out at the city lights, his mind still racing. Richard was finished. His empire would crumble, his reputation tarnished. But Adrian had been in this game long enough to know one thing—men like Richard didn’t go down without a fight. Was this truly the end? Or had the real war just begun?

There was shuffling in the room then I heard something break. "Wow, you know how much that vase cost? Oh you're gonna pay for that" Mr Wilson said teasingly "Help! What the fuck is your pr-mgh Help!" Sincere shouted then I barged into the room seeing Mr Wilson tugging at Sincere's dressing pants. I walked over to them and kicked the big guy in the back of his knee then when he dipped, I kneed him in the nose. Sincere got up fixing his pants as his face was wet with tears.

“That nurse… she’s the one who told you to stay away from me, right? Said I was dangerous?” I didn’t respond. “How ironic,” he mused. “She just called me a gentleman.” I gave him a tight smile. “That’s exactly what you are. A dirty book with a clean cover.” That earned a laugh from him—low, dark, and pleased—as he opened the passenger door of his car. I stared at him for a moment, then sighed. He was the only way I’d get to the funeral on time. Fine. I slid in. He smirked, shut the door, and got behind the wheel. Before starting the engine, he turned to me.

by Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

As I got closer to the pack border, the pungent smell of the rogues filled the air, stinking up my sense of smell with their disgusting scent, and I fought hard against the need to barf. Rogues! By the gods, I hate them. Growing up, I tried so hard not to. I tried to understand them, perhaps what they needed help but I had been proven wrong when they broke into the pack and killed a newborn. I realized there was no redemption for something so feral, something with no hint of humanity in it. I came to a slow run as I spotted the pack patrols who remained in their hidden corners, waiting for me to arrive before taking action. ‘Disperse, surround them and wait for my signal,’ I instructed, as I