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She smiled and said, “Ah, there is such a young man among my fans. You are quite handsome.” I burst out laughing, “Yes. Then, are you interested in him?” She nodded. “I am quite interested.” “His name is Rene, a domestic martial arts star. He also has many fans. Are you surprised to know that he has many fans? Are you surprised?” I asked her. She said in a surprise, “Oh my god, I am lucky to have him as my fan.” “How many years have you been a fan of mine?” Adriana seriously asked Rene, and after asking, she even took the card in his hand and signed it for him.

Raiden laughed, “no one, it isn’t allowed sadly. But I did have a really great sparing match with that dick, Dylan. But I can take it off if it bothers you…” He took his shirt off and Atalanta stopped moving to stare at my best friend. Something inside me screamed why doesn’t she look at me like that, but I pushed the green eyed monster down. First of all, I am not interested in Atalanta. And secondly, a lot of girls look at Raiden that way. He’s an alpha man and even I can appreciate the way he looks.

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

She wasn’t wrong. Still, I refused to sit there and fall apart. Crying wouldn’t help him. Panicking wouldn’t either. So I inhaled slowly, forcing calm into my lungs, and leaned closer. Up close, Raiden looked unreal. His sharp jawline was relaxed in sleep, his lashes dark against his skin. His lips—gods, his lips—were slightly parted, soft despite the power I knew they held. Everything about his face was unfairly perfect, like the moon itself had taken its time sculpting him.

All Lysithea saw in the grin was a cold, merciless void. She had known Raiden long and well enough that she could tell just how murderous his intentions were from the width of his smile. Even within an elite organization like Sicut In Caelo, Raiden was a powerhouse. He was up there with their strongest fighters, his capabilities only eclipsed by the untouchable Saint and Ezra. Worse, as the years passed, something about Raiden’s overall countenance had taken a dark turn into the unsettling and impenetrable. Being around him always felt distressful…or even suffocating.

He settles on the blanket, stretching out beside me and angling his body toward me as he propped himself on his elbow. He stares at me intently. " I'm in your head again," he commented with a curved smile. I rolled my eyes and attempted to conceal the fact that he was absolutely right. " You wish," I scowled. Raiden doesn't say a word, only stares at me deeply. I feel instantly bare under his gaze, and with the way his eyes held mine, like he could see right through me...how could I not feel so naked under his stare? I move my eyes off his face, overwhelmed by what a stare can do to me. However, when I do, Raiden surprises me when he reaches up and softly rubs the skin between my eyebrows. "

Nyre said, as he transformed. Raiden squinted when he turned to them, now facing two unfamiliar figures. "Who are you?" Raiden asked, averting his gaze. He assumed they were still the same people. "We're still the same, Raiden Liao. Our hearts are good we're not like others of our kind who are obsessed with power and greed, I won't force you to accept my clan's offer. I've seen your struggles against your enemies, I did my research," Nyre said in a deeper, baritone voice.

“I’ll never be able to make this right to her,” Raiden stared off into the distance as Agneta was putting on his armor. He was refusing to make eye contact for fear he might see the sympathy in her eyes, and right now he needed to keep a clear head. “No, don’t say that, she loves you!” Agneta replied as she pulled the leather straps to tighten his breastplate.

Either way, he might pass for a human if no one looked too closely. “Are you trying to get noticed?” Raiden speaks through his teeth while glancing at Cetus, but he’s met with a cocky confident smile, because across the street there’s a small group of girls blowing him kisses and giggling as they strut off. I wonder why they would be doing that? “It’s not my fault the girls like the goods.” I try not to sound harsh as I quip, “Maybe stop grinning and looking at them like snacks instead of people.”

This wasn’t about her, but she couldn’t fathom that idea and kept butting in. “Jade, for god’s sake…” Raiden exclaimed. “Whitehills only!” he yelled. “Oh you don’t have to publish this in your article, I just want it for my social media!” she beamed. “We are not your personal photographers,” Raiden said. “Out, please.” Jade couldn’t argue with him, but she wasn’t about to falter, either. Image was everything to her. Instead, she pretended not to hear him and got distracted by the sky bridge attraction.