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Didi finally arrives in front of the bar, leaning forward, handing tickets and bills to the bartender. I wobble. All the guys have an unobstructed view of her perfect ass, and I'm two seconds away from pulling out my gun and shooting anyone who dares lay eyes on her. Who's the asshole who validated this shitty uniform? Ah. Cazzo. I'm the one. Nota bene: change the uniforms of the nightclub servers tomorrow. With only five meters to go, the lighting and music in the nightclub suddenly change. A waitress rushes up to Didi and pulls her toward the dance floor.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

“Yeah, sure. I’ll keep her alive while you brood in the dark.” Kael didn’t bite back. Instead, he gestured toward the grand staircase. “Second floor. My closet’s open. Clean yourself up.” Fenrak smirked. “Ah yes, the infamous Kael Draven closet. Two stories tall, filled with relics from kingdoms that don’t even exist anymore. I’ll be sure to pick something fashionable from your collection of dust and moths.” Rhea almost smiled despite herself. Fenrak, for all his arrogance, had a way of cutting tension with his sarcasm. Still, his swagger didn’t hide the limp in his step as he trudged up the staircase, muttering about “brands older than Ashwood itself.”

The man got into the truck and started up the engine. “Get that piece of shit going Ratchet !”A greasy looking man yelled at the reptilian man. “Dodger where’s Dice and spider? Shouldn’t we wait for them?” A look of confusion and concern filled Ratchet’s expression A monstrous sized man carrying two girls on either of his shoulders responded in a raspy voice with remorse “ They ain’t comin’ Ratchet .” Dodger yanked the doors open in a hurry. “Throw them in, let’s get the hell out of here!” Dodger spat out.

Went to stand by the door. Sable and Rook had gone to the far side of the clearing and were talking low and fast in the way of men solving a problem they'd already decided the shape of. Drift kept moving. He had too much energy for standing still — it came off him in a way that made Nero track him automatically, the same instinct that tracked things in the forest. Young. Ambitious. The dangerous kind of both. "The chains," Drift said, coming back. "We still have Draven's chains. The ones he broke."

"The logistics AI... it hijacked its own cargo. It stole from the Admin to supply us." Torque stared at them like they were insane. "You're telling me a flying forklift decided to become a rebel sympathizer?" "I'm telling you that the First Glitch wasn't just a hack," Ren said, looking up at the sky where the drone had vanished. "It was a spark." Ren stepped out of the container and looked around the courtyard at his growing army of Sump rats and scavengers. They were staring at the food and medicine like it was a miracle.

he whispered, the words laced with strain, his hands clenching the edge of the mattress. Such a stubborn prick. Most guys dosed like this would lunge at the nearest warm body, grinding and pleading for release. But not him,he was scrambling away like a cornered animal, even as the drug clawed at his insides. Truth was, I had no intention of actually fucking him. This was all a setup to rattle Hansen. I'd stage the scene just right, Cooley writhing under me, clothes off, moans echoing then wait for Hansen to burst in.

The three of them stiffened, shock flashing through their eyes. After a moment, Zephyr reached out, gesturing toward the other two. "I am Zephyr… and they are Cael Ardent and Lorian Crest. We all suffered fatal injuries in the past, so each of us carries… certain defects. If you have any orders, Alpha Seraphina, you may give them directly." I nodded, not asking further. Perhaps this body was simply too heavy. After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist.

Rafael said to him. “I’m the pack hacker,” Regen said and Slade laughed. “For once, Regen, I’m going to say something nice about you. What this guy can do and find out, will scare you,” Slade said. “Thanks, Slade, you just made my heart go all fuzzy,” Regen said. “Probably from the fungus in your brain,” Slade said. “Sure it is, ass breath,” Regen said. “Calm down, kids,” I said to them.

Chapter 110 “Are you that foolish? If I told you that I was Calix, would you let me become close to you? Don't be dumb, bro. And lastly, don't ever call me Raphael. My name is Calix Black, your worst nightmare,” he bellowed, growling as he bared his teeth. “Well, well, remember how I told you that if you see my mate, you will be shocked, I guess you are beyond shocked,” Daphne laughed before snorting.