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Four Years Later "Ryan you need to leave your mommy's bo*bs now. I'll get you big, colorful feeding bottles. Okay?" Asked a pissed-off Ralph as Raven breastfed a hungry six-month-old, Ryan. Ryan ignored him and sucked even harder while Ralph groaned and watched him suck those creamy, delicious orbs. How he wanted a taste of them but they were oozing with Ryan's food and Raven refused to even let him get a taste of them.

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Mr Smith yelled at them. They remained silent, Flying dragon went to the side of the room and brought out a hand saw, he got ready to cut when his boss orders. "These two are taking me for granted! Cut their ears and give them to eat, that way, there will be a bigger hole in their ears so they can hear properly!!" Mr Smith ordered. Flying dragon went to Miss Lola, he grabbed her by the hair and used the saw on her ear. Miss Lola cried, struggled and tried to grip something, but she always ended up catching nothing.

A flock of pigeons erupts into the air, as the defender drives through, the birds exploding upward in a cloud of gray feathers. Roman swings the wheel hard the Defender slides sideways before finding its grip again. His eyes stay focused on the road, even I have to acknowledge he’s a good driver even at high speed he hasn’t hit anyone and the level of control he has over that steering wheel and brake is peak. A sharp crack echoes through the square and my head immediately snaps toward the sound. The rear windshield erupts into a spray of glass. “Down!”Roman roars his voice cuts through the chaos. I don’t even have time to think either not with my blood running with this much adrenaline I mov

Manuel's Beta, witnessing the scene, couldn't comprehend why Florida had suddenly become so agitated. Attempting to calm Florida down, Beta urged her to show compassion, reminding her that Ricky was just a child and didn't deserve her anger. Florida understood this on some level, but she couldn't control herself in that moment. Realizing her mistake, she hastily apologized before abruptly leaving her office, seeking solace within the confines of her own apartment.

Best fucking ride of my life I might add. The footage was crystal clear, the sounds too, you could easily hear the wet slaps of skin, our desperate moans, and every dirty thing they said to me. I saved the entire file to a private, encrypted folder, feeling very proud of myself. Ryan was going to get a very special present when I got home.

ARIA’S POV I stared out the window of the sleek black car as it pulled through the massive iron gates of the Steel villa. I was finally discharged from the hospital to go home, and every bump in the driveway made my broken bones ache. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside my chest. I couldn't wait to start the secret training Maya had promised me. The thought of learning to fight, of becoming a hunter who could take down wolves, was the only thing keeping me going. I needed to heal fast so that I could get my revenge on Bianca.

The bullet had only grazed my side, but it burned like hellfire as we stumbled into the abandoned warehouse on the edge of the docks. Rain hammered the corrugated roof above us, drowning out the distant sirens. Kai Voss — The Ghost — kicked the rusted door shut behind us, his black shirt soaked with rain and someone else’s blood. “Fuck, Raven,” he growled, voice rough as gravel. “You took that shot for me.” I leaned against a stack of crates, pressing my hand to the shallow wound on my left ribs. Blood seeped warm between my fingers. “Don’t flatter yourself. I need you alive for the payout.”

Alexander had left the bed before dawn, pulled back into the relentless corporate warfare down at the Voss Industries headquarters, leaving me alone in the sprawling silence of his estate. My body felt heavy, hollow, and deeply marked from the intense dominance of the night before. The skin on my right wrist was raw from the friction of the silk tie, and the deep purple bruise from the silver corporate embosser on my thigh throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache every time I shifted my weight. I pulled the silver robe tightly around my frame, tying the silk cord into a knot that felt more like a makeshift security blanket than a piece of clothing.

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.