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“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”

Rylan stopped smiling. “That wasn’t a suggestion.” I said. “It was an observation.” He lifted his hands slightly in mock surrender. “I’m just saying – if she decides to leave, it won’t be clean.” “It never is.” I replied. Nikolai doesn’t sit. He never did. He stood near the door, arms crossed, dark eyes scanning the room, the corridor beyond, the vents above. Former Spetsnaz. Loyal in the way men become loyal after you save their life and then give them a reason to keep it.

Walter had no idea I was the one speaking to him, he thought it was Nicko. No wonder he replied rudely, but I was to focus on getting the snitch to even notice his rude remark. “Walter, the Bratva is here.” Nicko announced and almost immediately, Walter sprang up, turning slowly with a smile on his face and his head hung low. “I'm sorry, Bratva. Please spare me.” He apologised, knowing fully well that I would spare him. He was being cocky and pretentious because he knew that he is the best hacker in the whole of Russia.

The softness of it barely lasted two seconds before Lydia slammed against the door again like a police raid. “I KNOW YOU’RE BOTH INSIDE!” Lukas looked genuinely murderous now. “Tell her we died.” “You go tell her.” “She likes you more.” “That’s literally not true.” Another bang. Then— “NIKOLA IS LOSING HIS MIND OUT HERE!” Both of them froze slightly. “…what?” Viktor muttered.

“I figured no one would recognize me this easily.” And he was right; Neil was the least-known Lycan prince, his face only having appeared on the news once or twice before—and usually only artist renditions, not photographs. Between that, the mask, and the dim lighting, no one would know who he was. My gaze swept across the crowd then, and that was when I saw them. Nathan and Dani.

I have to lean closer to see it properly in the moonlight. There, between the swirls of his tribal tattoo, is a name. Quinton Steele, 12-7-2018 to 3-19-2022. My stomach twists, and just below it I see the words; ‘You were too good for this world’. “I have admitted to lying about many things, Layla. But my brother isn’t one of those. I just hope you also expected proof from Nikita before you became such good friends with her.” The sarcasm is palpable.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

she said sarcastically, I laughed out loud and her sarcastic tone, she always had a way to crack me up and that was what I loved about her. " well servant Julia what do we have for today?" I asked finally wearing my shoes. " hmm we are cleaning the training field, Mrs Shaman said it's messed up I am sure it's the douchebag and his stupid friends that kept it that way" she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse.

The first thing that she did was to pack her gold and gems and then selected the five most close nymphs with whom she would escape. Nyka escaped that night in the dark. She knew what to do next but she had to visit someone first. The escape wasn’t difficult. It was Lyrie who was being difficult. She was missing her husband crazily. She wanted to go there to meet him but the authorities didn’t allow her. She tried to get inside sneakily but the shields around Ivanov were so strong that it was impossible to break them. Guilt-ridden, she had tried numerous times. By the end of it she was on the verge of going insane. Nyka forbade her to meet Ivanov and she was bound by her order. She knew that