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Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.

I needed to lose myself in her depths and ensure the most primal part of me that she was safe, fine, mine. “Your cock made her body spill out the darkness, and that’s what I call a win. No regrets there. I am just imagining what will happen when she finally tries the real good thing: me! I just have one doubt, who is having the first round with Daddy-O here, Dora or Cal? I can already picture the ladies fighting for me, but I have enough swag for my two females,” Stormy barked, throwing me a wolfish smirk as his tail swished over-excitedly. Knowing Cal and Dora, I was certain he was about to be disappointed. “Not all the way, mmm? So let’s just go for the part you eat me until I collapse int

The yellow-robed female impatiently questioned. A gust of wind rippled through the open window, fanning about the foul blood that leaked profusely from the unresponsive girl. As if deaf to the woman standing over her, she continued her quiet chant. "Once upon a time, in an empire long fraught with war, there lived a saint who loved her people." Away she would drift, deep into the endless abyss, into the belly of darkness. Away so far that when the light chased, when the torch flared, she would not see it.

“Eat.” “That was hot.” Tatum nodding in approval. “Do you still feel a threat?” Maddox was watching me. “No. My wolf just hasn’t relaxed yet. She is like … waiting.” “Your wolf has amazing instincts. Even better than most.” Tatum glanced at Maddox. “Does she want us to walk around?” I was quiet for a moment and took a bite. My wolf kept her eyes open, but she sat down. “Not yet.” “So, how excited are you for your Luna ceremony? A whole day, all about you!” Tatum smirked at me. Grabbing the ketchup, she poured half the bottle in her basket for her fries.

Rebekah dropped the folder back into her hands, their palms sliding together in a brief, heavy warrior’s grip to bind the contract before they vanished in opposite directions through the dark. Across the district, inside the private chambers of the Onyx Moon Den, Sienna Okafor couldn't maintain the elegant, compliant expressions she had been putting on for the last three hours. She shoved her crystal glass across the dark wood table, trying to swallow down the suffocating resentment building in her chest before she finally lost her temper and dialed her pack patriarch.

"Or else what? I'm not your toy that you summon when you feel like it. There are so many more wolves that would appreciate your help." "And one of them is you." "No Chase, I'm not. I don't know what to do for you to get that I don't want to be involved with you." "I don't care what you want." "Well I do, what is it you want from me? If it's sex then you better move along to your next victim, that will participate. " Storm felt his hand glide on her thigh, and realized that she was wearing very skimpy clothing, a tank top, and very tiny shorts, that barely covered her.

But the truth was there, hanging between us. If my eyes weren't blue... It meant I wasn't truly Oakland blood. But that couldn’t be possible. Could it? Before any of us could say another word, a loud knock echoed from downstairs. Someone was at the door. I jumped up, heart racing, and hurried downstairs. When I opened the door— My heart almost stopped. It was the Alpha. His eyes were burning with fury. "What were you thinking, Nyra Black?" he growled. "Accepting a Luna Kai?"

Ryker coughed, clutching his throat, his pride bleeding through the cracks of humiliation. “This isn’t over,” he spat, eyes flicking to me. “You’ll see who he really is, River. And when you do……” Orion took one step toward him, and Ryker bolted, stumbling down the hall before disappearing into the stairwell. Silence. Orion stood there for a moment, his breathing steady but his jaw tight. I stepped closer, hesitating at first. “Orion…” He turned to me slowly, and I saw it, the storm still burning in his eyes. His wolf was close to the surface, protective and violent all at once.

Ferrah Onyx was injured and there was nothing I could do. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The huge black wolf’s muzzle was matted in blood and I could see a crimson pool spreading around Onyx. If I could just get to him, I knew that I could save him. Soxor wouldn’t allow it, though. His hold on me was like a vice. All I could do was watch what was unfolding in front of me. Onyx’s golden eyes locked with mine. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.