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Ansel was always like a frozen-hearted man. Xander was increasingly convinced that Ansel was totally overpowered by the charms of Ae Ri. His senses had gone away because of being intoxicated with love. What if Ae Ri was really Qeiza? Xander was still doing his investigation. He had to gather a lot of evidences before revealing all the facts that he knew about Ae Ri to Ansel. “Leave me alone!” “Did you kick me out?” “That’s good if you realized it.” “Okay. Just enjoy meditating in the dark!”

Odis cleared his throat and even though his face remained passive, I saw the way his body tensed. “You don’t need to take care of them, I’ll show them to their rooms,” Odis said. He turned to us and smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “This is Olivia, the Gamma of Desert Moon.” “Pleasure,” Olivia said as she turned to look at me and Shane. She gave us a nod before turning back to Odis, her eyes traveling over to my best friend and locking on him. “And this?” Olivia asked. Another woman shows up behind Olivia and her eyes lock on Gabe, but a slow seductive smile pulls at her lips. Long red hair cascade down her back and green mischievous eyes roam down my best friend’s body.

Besides I don't trust a thing that Gamma sprouts from his mouth. "Calling that truce with you somehow made you think you're my mate, but that ends now, you're nothing but an ignorant and desperate omega that couldn't wait to get fucked by her superior. Hopefully, I fucked you enough these past weeks to last you a lifetime." There was a flicker of hurt, loathe, and anger in her glossy eyes before she blinked them away, but she wasn't fast enough to bat away the glassy tears that covered the dark chocolate brown her eyes turned to.

Her older brother stayed a few days with their mother and few with his father. Her mother couldn't handle the shame and false accusation, so she also painted the entire blame on Zinnia abusing, cursing and forcing her into child labor. Omega's were known as extremely lowly and were treated like slaves in Dante's Pack and it became uglier after Dante became the Alpha of the pack replacing his father.

“Tell me where he has vacation homes. The smell of his skin burning and his yells excite me. I never knew I had this burning desire to inflict pain. Maybe it’s all the years of abuse I received but I love it and I crave more. I can feel Takoa’s eyes on me and it turns me on. I look over my shoulder at him as he smiles. I give him a wink. Then I finally remove the ‘E’ brand from his chest. His wound is raw and red. Down to the white layers of his skin. I grip his face and lean closer. “I know that you know nothing about your pathetic father but I will keep you around for at least four more days. I need my name complete before I kill you. Then you will walk around in the afterlife with my name

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

Gregory was still seeing the kids off to school, Thom was spending a couple extra minutes with his wife, and Trevor was trying to talk Anna off of her most recent cliff that would undoubtedly devolve into an argument. Cody and one of the gammas I had not met were caught up in a glaring contest. His foul mood over the past couple weeks had not resolved, and I was now absolutely certain it was just his personality. The only thing that seemed to pull him out of it was strategizing for the upcoming war. I thought he was really enjoying going behind his alpha’s back, too. “What’s the girl doing here,” the gamma Cody was in a staring contest with grumbled. I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutin

Samuel took one of the papers out of the mass and passed the rest to the back, folding the papers and looking at her indifferently, "Tell me what you want to say." Sara touched her nose, "Well, I just want to ask, are you two together?" Samuel: "No." "Then why did I see a forum post about an AO pair playing a game where the Alpha lost and Omega threw himself into a mine and died?" Not only that, but you can clearly see the avatar on it. After all, the game's avatars are realistic, and the faces are one to one. When Sara saw it, she thought it was unbelievable that the post had become a hit because of the striking looks of the two people involved.

"Um, to someone." Lion furrowed his brows at him. "What someone?" Owen cleared his throat, as he came up with something. "I know things will be successful, and the truck will soon get to the base, so I decided to meet up with a girl that I've been seeing." "What?" Lion blurted. "Owen, you're cheating on your wife?" Owen scoffed. "Just having fun, come on. We're bad. Why can't we be bad all the way?"

A face straight out of a gothic perfume ad. Seren’s jaw dropped. “No way.” She spun toward the bed, heart thudding, brain racing. The fever. The ornate room. The reflection. The sheer moon-aesthetic of everything. “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare tell me I transmigrated into that stupid book—” Her voice cut off when a glowing blue screen popped into existence in front of her eyes. [System Initialization…] [Welcome, Seren Nightwind. Role: Jealous Rival Omega.]