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I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

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"What have you done to him!" Raven growled in fury as he dashed forward. Iron was taken aback when Raven made his appearance. Obviously, he wasn't expecting Raven to still be alive. But he quickly adjusted himself as he rose his hands: "I have brought all the 13 packs around here to get rid of poisonous cancer that is the doom of our society. These rogues can by no means exist any longer!" Raven glared at Iron in anger, the flames that rose inside him was burning so bad that his whole body was shaking. It was then for the first time did Raven understand what Knight meant by "it hurts to see your mate get hurt".

“Dad, this is camp, it’s where I’ve been living.” “And you know all of these people?” “Yes. Although some of them aren’t from the camp, we have a lot of alpha Wayne’s fighters here”. “Alpha Wayne?... but why?”. “Raven, you’re back!”. I heard grams call as walked out of her cabin door. As soon as her eyes clocked dad standing next to me she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she looked completely taken aback. “Abe!”. Her lip wobbled as she took in the sight of him.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

He flicked the cigarette away and mounted his bike, riding off without another word. That night, the unease crystallized into danger. Raven was heading back from a supply run when she caught the scent so sharp, metallic and wrong. Her wolf bristled instantly. Hunters. She froze in the alley behind the warehouse, scanning the shadows. Too quiet, too still. Then the first bolt sang through the air. Raven ducked instinctively, the silver-tipped arrow embedding in the wall where her head had been a heartbeat before. Her wolf roared inside her, surging to the surface.

Sixteen It had been a shit morning Raven thought as he parked in amongst the ever-changing array of cars under Vixen’s building. He was dodging Vice’s calls and had failed to dodge a swing from a long-term surveillance case who had cottoned on to his spying. Luckily, he was ready to wrap that one up, and had flicked the client through the required evidence whilst pressing a can of soft drink against his inflicted jaw. The crew was working, this time on a very nice vintage Porsche, dressed in overalls and face masks. No one queried his arrival or stopped him on his way to the stairwell, so he assumed the face masks didn’t hide Vixen or Shadow behind them.

Raven panted as her two friends filled with energy dragged her along with them forcing her to come to the packhouse. Raven clutched her rapid beating heart as she chased her breath. Raven doesn’t normally get tired as easily as this, but because her wolf’s health is still not in good condition her stamina decreases rapidly making her tire easily. “Come on Raven, we need to be there fast before Celia tampers with the investigation. This is the only way we can clear your name,” Robin tried to push Raven with her words when Raven suddenly stopped to chase her breath.

Everyone is watching what Raven is doing. "What are you doing, Raven?" Kyra asked. "I make our work easier," said Raven. She's busy pressing the keyboard. Her fingers were typing fast, and a moment later, Raven was smiling. 'Impressive! Raven is a computer genius. I wonder what else she can hack.' Tyler thought. "Whoa, how did you connect the CCTV to your laptop?" Kyra asked. She couldn't believe that Raven had done that in less than ten minutes. Raven opened the CCTV files and saw something there. Each phase has different vendors, and the last one is the ice cream vendor.

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.