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“No, thank you.” “Don’t be like that; I’ve been dying to meet you.” His boys snicker in the backseat, and an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach. “My name’s Everest. Alpha of the Blood Fang pack,” he continues, stretching out his hand. “And I know you. You’re famous, aren’t you? Olivia Blackwood. Human.” He purrs the word human like it’s a sin. This man looks like he’ll use me and not give a single fuck what happens to me after.

WARNING: Violence! Knives's POV The gunshot ran out, and--- and a loud grunt followed by a thud sounded behind us. Spinning in the other direction, we both realized that a man now lay dead behind Steel. The man had just saved our lives! Turning towards him again, the man lowered the gun and stepped into the light. And hell, if the man wasn’t named Nick Fury, I don’t know who would! The guy was missing half his face! Scars covered most of his face as if someone had mistaken it for a chew toy. And his eye color---! One eye was almost yellow, even in the dark night, while the other was white, revealing that the man was blind in that eye.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

Seriously, how could a silly girl like me be able to kidnap a cruel mafia boss like him? But ... looking at his smile just now, it seems like he's not as cruel as people say. How can a cruel person smile so sweetly? Oh? Or am I meeting the wrong person? He is indeed Nick the Black Shadow, right? "Listen to me, sweety girl, you'll get high if you drink this, you better order something else," he said softly. Oh, his voice ... that deep, raspy, sexy voice tickled my ears. The charm of a mafia boss is truly extraordinary.

Practically all the staff who worked in the studio were from there. The Black Fang Pack is one in New York City’s packs, taking over an entire neighborhood and even some surrounding ones. It's extremely difficult to break into, as the Alpha has many contacts with the underworld. “You need to hire your security team soon.” I said seriously. “I'm talking about doing it early tomorrow morning!” Not allowing any space for arguing.

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

He sighed, standing up, "I'm gonna have to kill your entire family in front of your eyes. Is that what you want?" "You've got the wrong person!" I exclaimed, "I'm not whoever you think I am. I don't know who you're talking about and it's the fucking truth!" I took a deep breath, calming myself down, "anyway, good luck finding my family to kill 'cause I don't have any." He let out an annoyed groan before walking towards the door. Then he flipped on a switch and the lights were turned on, revealing Sean fucking Blackwood. Of course it had to be him of all people.