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Silvester replied. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe most of you haven't seen a male Omega before but you've heard about the miracles they could perform. Tonight, I present your price possession, an Omega!" He announced and the audience roared, each wanting to have the Omega for themselves. "Let's make this night more interesting. We'll start with 10 Million" Scarlet gasped. "Can you imagine this piece of junk!" "15 Million!" "There's nothing we can do for him, Scarlet. It would bring more attention to Onyx pack that we have male Omegas," Silvester responded,

I don't think multiple Pack's would be enough to keep someone away from Onyx if they wanted him dead, but the poor guy doesn't know it. Onyx shakes his head a little. "He's safe." We sit in silence for a moment, watching the dark clouds approach us. I know a storm is gathering, but I'll be out of here before it sets in. "Have you done it since then?" He asks tentatively. "No. The opportunity never came up," I admit with a sigh. Part of me wants to lie, to tell him I have tons of experience and he isn't the one excellent at seduction. It feels wrong to twist the truth, though.

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.

“Never claimed to be anything but. Now, climb into that cubby hole and be quiet. I have a thing to do today that needs my full concentration.” My own voice sounds crazed, hinting at the mentally disturbed being using it. But I remain quiet, keeping my thoughts nonexistent as I watch Onyx get me ready. A quick shower, a shave and some products in my hair. Slicking it back with a twirl of his fingers. He smirks in the mirror, and I’m sure it’s to me. Then he dresses in black trousers, a black shirt and some combat boots. I know what this means. We are going to take more children.

So shut up and let me out. I can’t help but chuckle as I allow him forward. (Kate’s pov) I watch as Jake is talking with Onyx before he starts to chuckle then I watch his beautiful blue eyes turn black. “Hello Onyx” “Hello sexy mate, I want to talk to you then I would like to see Midnight.” “Oh of course she has been dying to meet you. What did you want to talk about?” “I want Jake and I to mark you something is coming I can feel it and I don’t want to wait tell the ceremony.”

Only forward. Only into the storm.

One day I will be part of CLAW, and I’ll be responsible for making sure the packs in our territory are obeying the rules. We might be at peace, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t ready for war. Every in the conservative territory has been training soldiers, building weapons, gathering supplies, and trying to make as much money as possible. We already have our own factories, but others have been working with neutral parties like this guy, Rain, to make sure we have enough funds for when something happens. It's a weird fucking name for a businessman, but I can’t really say anything since I’m called Storm.

“Do you prefer eating roasted chicken at home, or do you want to wait at a restaurant? Let me know where you want to eat, so we can order in advance and have the food ready as soon as we get there.” He stepped back and patted her cheek. “You’ve done a good job, Andy. I’ll just reward you some other time. I still need to find my mom before she decides to find me instead. You can at least expect three pre-orders today. You guys should work on it. As discussed, make Conviction limited or seasonal. Anything that sells all year loses value in their eyes.” “All right, take care.” Andrea said that, but she still walked Gryphon back to the conference room. He collected his suitcase and said goodbye

Steam curled slowly off the water, carrying the scent of jasmine oil and something muskier beneath it, the kind of indulgence Deimon had only allowed himself recently — now that power finally felt within reach. "The Greystorms too. The Nyx pack. The Malechs. Every ally we have is at your command now, waiting on your word." "Excellent." Deimon exhaled, letting the woman's hands find exactly where the tension lived in his shoulders, a low sound of satisfaction escaping him. "It's all coming together exactly as I planned. Push for more preparation. This is still plan B, in case diplomacy fails." "It's still not wise to provoke the Ozeths, Master Ashworth..."

Onyx commanded angrily. “Yes, sir!” the subordinate responded and went to make arrangements. “He might be tough, but we’re hundreds of people strong. We can still crush him.” Onyx had a dominating presence. “Yeah!” the members shouted in unison as if they were injected with adrenaline. The Onyx Clan was prepared to beat Kiran to a pulp. Susan was extremely excited when she learned about this. She immediately called Snow to inform her. Snow was showering, so she did not pick up her call.