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Jaxon handled the entire execution process, and I couldn't be bothered to interfere either. They were so worried that I would sabotage them that they spent all their energy guarding against me, only to end up shooting themselves in the foot. If they had let me supervise just once, I could have pointed out their mistakes in time. But since they were so full of themselves, they could learn it the hard way. Hailey's company didn't deserve such an excellent project, so I revamped the original project blueprints and used them for my new company. Since I oversaw every detail myself, the quality was top-tier, and Julia signed a contract with me worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

The white grid above us kept swallowing the ceiling, drop by drop, like milk spilling across a dark table. Leo was flat on his stomach near a massive bronze wheel that rose straight out of the floor. The metal wasn't plain; it was covered in deep, blocky grooves that looked like gears but didn't click into anything. His blue windbreaker was torn at the elbow, revealing a patch of red, scraped skin. He didn't look up as the white light grew brighter, his fingers tearing at three thick copper cables that were growing out of the base of the wheel.

They continued and watched Gu being shamed and bullied. "Ah..." Someone gasped. She opened her eyes and look at her surroundings. "Did I failed?" She asked herself. Then she saw Ole. "I failed... Ah..." She actually failed. Ole looked at her with a sad face. But then suddenly the hologram of Gu changed. "What is happening?" Ole asked. "Ole it's working!" Georgia shouted in joy, still lying on the floor or something three dimensional thing. "What do you mean?" Ole asked while asking. "Help me stand up, first." Georgia asked. With that Ole helped her. "So what's that light? Gu dreams can't be seen now." Ole asked. "I think we need to wait." Georgia replied.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

I designed the dagger for Leon, drafting the blueprint and forging the materials myself. The blade was tempered with special steel, honed to an unsettling sharpness. It cut right into my flesh with ease. Blood spilled. My face beamed with a smile. It was great that everything would be over soon. I wouldn’t have to feel pain anymore. Amid the confusion, I could feel a pair of warm hands steadily pressing down on my injury. “Don’t be scared, Lyra.

He would not even let me in his car if I broke a sweat. Once, when he had ticked off another pack's Alpha, I waited on the Alpha hand and foot all day to keep him out of hot water, yet there he was, giving me that look of pure disgust. "I can't stand your smell. Just get yourself home." Last time, it was a six-hour trek in heels. However, Darren was fine with another Omega in his seat, and the car was filled with a scent that should have turned his stomach. 'Doesn't that bother him at all?' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart.

DYLAN I was struggling to drag my luggage as I left Maddie's apartment. She was shouting and screaming telling me how unfair I am for leaving her. "I stuck with you, even if you were a dumbass with no dreams, I can't believe you are leaving me!?" she shouted dramatically. I rolled my eyes, and heaved a sigh. From outside, I spotted Geoffrey laughing at me while he was leaning on his Ducati. "It's your loss not mine!" A pair of shoes flew from inside and I gasped when it almost hit the side of my head.

The grey couch now gleamed black in the dim lighting. He moved further into the house careful to avoid the low hanging cobwebs. Some of the cobwebs too had been disturbed recently. He could see strands of cobweb torn from the parent web. He scanned the room thoroughly before moving into the dark hallway. Taking his phone from his pocket, he turned on the flash light. The musty smell of rotting, damp wood filled the hallway. Concentrating on avoiding the weak spots on the wooden floor became of utmost importance.

The First Omega’s boots—the ones that had never left a mark on the snow—suddenly sank. Her silver-gray form glitched violently as the heat from the magma collided with her clinical cold. [ERROR. THERMAL OVERLOAD. SYSTEM REJECTION.] She tried to phase through the liquid, but Leo’s gold static was holding the area in a gravitational lock. He was pinning her to the very earth she tried to recycle. Leo staggered, his own gold skin beginning to crack under the strain of the feedback. Fresh blood leaked from his nose, hissing as it hit the hot floor. He reached over his shoulder with his one working arm and unslung the rusted bolt-action hunting rifle.

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.