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"Alex, Luca, Marco! What do you guys want? Dante is paying for whatever you pick!" Luca’s eyes instantly lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He nearly dropped two boxes of sandals in his excitement. "Wait, seriously?! Capo, can I get that limited-edition matte-black tactical watch from the fine jewelers downstairs?!" "I want the new custom military-grade drone setup," Alex chimed in without missing a single beat, adjusting his gaming headset with a rare grin. "The one with thermal night-vision tracking and dual encrypted signals." "A high-caliber competition pistol case with leather lining," Marco added, his face remaining stone-cold but his dark eyes glinting with clear hope.

“What the fuck? No, I won’t. Don’t even talk like that. I’m not letting you go alone. Don’t be stupid.” “You will, because I’m still alpha and that’s an order.” Arron and Wolfe rushed in while I turned my back to them. “What’s going on?” Wolfe questioned looking around confused. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, and apparently communication isn’t my strong suit, so I’m just going to say the shit, and I expect you to hold the questions for now. Onyx is a vampire and wolf hybrid. She didn’t know. I found out a little while back and just told her maybe two hours ago. She fucking left like the hard headed asshole she is without even giving me a chance to explain. But I love her and I’m not ac

I gasped loudly in disbelief but the eyes I saw speaking otherwise. He is Onyx, indeed. Did he have his first shift? He approached us with an elegance in his gait. The shining black coat of fur made me speechless. I was lost for words because I have never seen a black wolf before. The black wolves became extinct almost 22 years ago. “Look guys! I guess it is a buy one get one offer, so grab that piece for me.” Sebastian commanded and his men followed the instruction. They threw the fishnet on him but Onyx grabbed the fishnet between his jaw and tore it with his canines.

Storm had bypassed the pack networks entirely, calling his Beta directly and demanding he drop everything to race to the main house. “What the hell happened?” Orion asked as soon as he rushed in. Storm didn't answer. He simply slid his secondary phone across the mahogany desk. This was his private burner he rarely used and kept locked in his desk drawer. He had carefully forwarded only the two images, deleting the blackmail text from the first device to keep the threat to himself.

They want to see just how easy it’ll be to get me out of the picture. But I’m not a dumb boy anymore. Before, I’d be tempted to experience that wonderful high just once, but now I know it never stops there. The high turns into a terrible crash that’s hard to recover from. “Don’t waste my fucking time. What do you want?” I say. “I have a special offer for you. XY342.” He spreads his arms as if I’m supposed to admire some wonder. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain what the fuck he’s talking about.

I wore a beautiful dress but couldn’t sit on a table, I would have loved to sit at a table but I hated embarrassment now that I was getting ready with my plans of returning sanity to my pack. “Now to the main reason why we’re here. I would like to announce my first weapon, the wolf killing machine. Its target distance goes as far as 10,000 yards which we can’t reach even if we overrun ourselves. This weapon is up for function and would be sold to the highest bidder. I like the peace and sanity of our land and definitely love it to be permanent. Ryan took over the sale” Lord Perry announced as he walked down the podium. “The starting price is 45 million”Ryan announced

I stated rather than asked, the cigarette between my fingers snapping in half as my hand clenched involuntarily. "Yes," Ethan confirmed grimly. "A very private, very exclusive auction. Invitation only, with buyers flying in from around the world. We're talking collectors willing to pay millions for... unique specimens." *Let me out,* Orion growled, his voice a low rumble inside my head. *Let me tear them apart.* Orion snarled viciously beneath my skin, making my vision flash amber for a brief moment. I clenched my fists, jaw tight, trying to hold onto control—but the line between us was thinning fast.

"Obsidian Flame Grass is the price from before. It was a limited-time offer on the Swenson family's cruise ship and isn't valid anymore." "What do you mean?" Claudia frowned. "It's a different price today," Woody replied. Claudia thought that Woody wanted something even pricier and nonchalantly said, "I've already given you my word just seconds ago. What are you worried about, young man? Ask anyone in Centralton. I may be a woman, but I'm a man of my word." Again, Woody shook his head. "It's better to make things clear to avoid misunderstandings later on."

But that's for him to decide and not Lyne's. He flashed back to when he had gone to meet Styx for assistance concerning the army issue and he was in the courtroom with him. "What's the condition?" Zeidan asked immediately knowing what the paper implies. "I'll have possession of a quarter of the Onyx to improve the technology of the Werewolves. Under the law of this stamp, I'll have part of the treasure," he licked his lips as the younger man was beginning to get uncomfortable. As less evil as the Werewolves may be compared to the Cats, he still cannot trust the Onyx to be in their possession.

My pulse jumped at the memory of the shower tiles. The special medicine was running through my veins, keeping my temperature cool. As Orion leaned close, his strong Alpha pheromones flared, dropping a thick wave of crushed cedar wood over my shoulders. He was re-marking me. He was covering me in his scent one time before the world could see us. He wanted every Alpha on the ice to know who I belonged to. "The dual-marketing contract is active," Orion whispered. "The 'Twin Aces' merchandise is already on the stadium screens. The owners are watching. My father is sitting in the executive box with his pen ready. Do you know what you have to do?"