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On the second day after the announcement, I saw them giggling as they accepted invites from a group of senior warriors. And then there was Ezra. This guy couldn’t take a single step without being swarmed. Girls, boys, fanboys, fangirls—everyone wanted to be on his team. I even saw a girl break down sobbing after he rejected her. She dropped out of school that same day. “What’s Ezra’s major?” I asked Roy. “You don’t know? He’s a warrior.” Of course he is. Tall, muscular, aggressive—total alpha-hole. “Is he any good?”

[Raven] “Enroll her?” Ezra winced. “Yes,” I said firmly. Ezra’s lip curled in a sneer as he casually leaned back against Asher’s bike, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Enroll her to be a healer?” He chuckled; his words sharp with sarcasm. “What’s next, finding her a fairy godhusband?” His voice tinged with bitterness and disdain. “She can find a lot of hook ups in Helxton and then you can choose who fucks her better…”

"I guess those of us who had written down their names are not in their right minds eh." Dane playfully jokes as he took a spoonful of salad laughing. "Yea, since I heard that story, I really wanted to check it out ever since." Larry Pearson said sitting next to Helena who gawks at him like he was insane. "What?." "Nothing Larry." Helena said taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Look guys, the only reason am going to that stupid trip is that I get an A+ in history and math." Ezra said not surprising anyone in particular, they all knew if Ezra signed up for anything there must be something in return for him.

Ezra was nine, yet he had never been to an amusement park. When he was little, I had to care for him full-time and couldn't work, surviving on the five thousand dollars Liam gave me each month. Eventually, I found a job and had a little money to spare. I told myself that if I pushed myself for one more year, I'd earn a promotion and a raise. I had planned to buy Liam a new suit, so he wouldn't have to wear old clothes to business meetings. I also wanted to take Ezra to all the places he dreamed of visiting and spoil him with toys.

Ezra holds his hand out, and Roman begins walking forward, leaving behind his Papa and Aero. Roman couldn't take his eyes off Ezra. He couldn't believe how handsome he looked in his Sebastian Cruz Black Vittoriana suit with a burgundy vest and Burgundy and black tie. The closer he got, the more detail he could see in Ezra's suit. The darker black swirls looked pretty to the Omega. He wanted to touch them to see if they were velvet; they looked like they were. When Roman looked up, he saw Ezra's eyes flashing red as they swept over his body. It made the Omega blush to see his King looking at him like that and knowing he liked what he saw.

Relanda asked. "I am not going on any dates; I have been so busy trying to meet up with work that I have not had time for that," Ezra lied. He knew that Elara was going to panic if she heard that Relanda had figured it out so easily. He was going to try his best to keep his word to her, though, even though she had cracked the code. He was not going to tell her that it was truly a date and who it was because he was sure that would be her next question.

Ezra sat across from me, sleeves rolled up, helping himself to the takeout he’d brought for us. “Sir, you really should eat something,” he pressed, pointing a fork at me. “You look like you’ve been living off caffeine the past while and that couldn’t possibly be healthy.” “I’m fine,” I sighed, setting the reports I’d been reviewing aside. “And you know as well as I do, that I don’t eat takeout.” He snorted. “You did last week.” “That was different.” Ezra leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Let me guess. Because Miss Lemaire insisted you try it?”

Phelan asked as she bites her teeth against her lips. “He has been good, but am not sure whether he will let us go out and see Edon introduce his Luna.” Zeff answered back, swinging and raising his shoulders to the air foolishly. “I'll try convincing them!” She said, raising her first fingure in the air as she fell in a short deep thought. Zeff's palms were warm, that made Phelan get out of her bed. Stretching and slowly raising and then lowering her legs to the floor. She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room.

POV: Lena Moretti Ezra owned enough Crane Industries stock to attend board meetings. A position he'd built quietly over years, buying shares through Blackthorn subsidiaries in amounts small enough to avoid triggering disclosure requirements. Individually, each holding was insignificant. Combined, they gave him a seat at the table. He'd never used it. Until now.

" As if to underline his point, Izzy kicked Edmund while he tried to rise. He crashed back to the floor. Edmund cursed at his rotten luck. Why was everyone using him for kicking practice today? Hera froze. This man knew about her marriage. A sudden thought struck her: maybe "Izzy" had come to save her instead of exploiting his subordinates' "prey." "Who are you?" she asked finally. She had never seen him before and could not place him anywhere. "My name is Ezra Chappelle. The owner of this establishment is my brother-in-law," Ezra said. Mila's eyes lit up, and she wore an ingratiating smile. "No wonder you radiate such authority. You practically own this place! Thank you, handsome. I can't i