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Raven blushed as he curled up his legs and hugged his knees, still glaring at Knight. "You have been mumbling my name a lot in your sleep," Knight smirked, tilting his head to search for Raven's eyes, "Like me that much, huh?" "I was fucking murdering you in my dream!" Raven snapped, still upset. "More like fucking me in your dream," Knight stuck his hands between Raven's legs through the sheet but Raven clamped his legs tight, stopping Knight to touch him on the cock. "You are poisoned with wolfsbane," Knight sighed and pulled out his hand, "Can you PLEASE, drink the cure first?"

She noticed that the beautiful woman came closer to them. "Gavin enough, you can't hurt the person who helped me." Because of that, the blade slowly lowered and moved away from Zera. That's when the girl faced her before Zera glare at the man who tried to kill her. "Hey, what right do you have to point that arrow at me?! And since when did they allow to use a real katana when costplaying?!" Zera yelled at the young man who was wearing a long dress that reached his feet and his hair was also long and tied up to his shoulders...

I asked as I shifted to her slightly, narrowing my brows. She scoffed. "Mind your business.” “What was that?” I ask again, trailing my gaze to her clutched hand. “It’s none of your—" I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Prying her fingers open as she struggled. A tiny glass bottle slipped out of her hands and clinked against the cave floor. I bent and picked it up and gasped. “Poison ivy,” I peered at her. "This is poison ivy.” Morgana blinked, stunned. “That’s impossible. Poison Ivy was destroyed a thousand years ago.”

The kind that tore down every wall I’d built and reminded me I belonged to someone. We pulled apart, foreheads touching. “By the way… who is Poison Ivy?” he asked. I laughed and pulled up a picture on my phone. “She’s a comic villain. A sexy, dangerous lady with red hair.” He studied it, then me. “She’s got nothing on you. You’re sexier.” “Yeah, right,” I said, laughing. “Juan’s crazy, but the name fits.” He raised his brows. “Poison Ivy.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I laughed in disbelief.

I curse internally for not finding my motorcycle's key when I need it the most. "Okay. I'm coming. Don't worry. He will be okay." Cutting the call, I throw a long coat on my nighty and leave my apartment in a hurry. Thankfully, I have shorts on, so it doesn't look awkward to ride my motorcycle on that street half-naked. What the hell is wrong with me? Inwardly, I ask myself about what I am doing and what makes me do it.

“Of skin as delicate as the snowflake. Yet, so savage like the waves in the sea.” I stretched out my arm and fastened on his neck. “Like a knight in armor, your aura domineers. Your phrases erupt rainbows, and that I couldn’t reply no more.” He wears an indigo tunic and cream trousers with those elaborate sequins making the clothing more masculine and royal. “I didn’t know that the General can spout honeyed words as well.”

The Guardians have been forced into mate bonds too many times in their history. “Let’s see how it goes.” Alpha Rik says to me. Later that evening, I’ve dressed for the party. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m in standard royal Elven attire with a long-sleeved undershirt and a short-sleeved navy blue overshirt with elvish stitching across the chest and sleeves. I complete the look with a silver sash that wraps around my waist. My navy-blue pants and knee high boots match the overshirt.

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

Xander chimes in, clapping his hands three times. I giggle and leave the packhouse, making my way to Mama Lil and Papa Garren's cottage. - An hour later we are all ready to go. They guys are all dressed casually. Arkham looks so handsome in a pair of white shorts and a black summer button-up shirt, his tattoos are on shown. He has smart sports shoes on. He's also wearing two silver necklaces, and his hair is styled perfectly messy and sexy. What the hell is wrong with me!?!?

“I'm Ivy and we didn't have a father, but now we do.” Knox brow crease, we? What does she mean by that? But before he could ask, Ivy already hopped off him and rushed off to a bag he didn't notice. His eyes almost exploded out of their sockets when Ivy pulled out two swords. He was there promptly to take it away from her, “Why the f... what are you doing with these things?” he cut himself off before he could say the F word. That's when he realized she wasn't wearing her princess gown, but rather a pair of slacks, looking like she wants to go to war. Knox thought it was quite adorable.