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Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

REBORNED EPISODE Nine Deirdre POV Splash! I splashed some water on the so called crypto and he gasped. He slowly raised his head up and struggled against the ropes that are around him while sitting on a chair. He squint his eyes at the tiny bulb hanging above his head. “Somebody, help! Is someone here?! Where are I?!” He finally had the strength to open his mouth after trembling like someone being drenched at the club. He is probably like that because a gun wasn’t placed against his thigh.

"Marcus please listen to me! He's manipulating you into being obedient! Think about your dominant training, everything I taught you about safety and consent, Adrian isn't following any of it. Because he doesn't care about you at all, he's just using you." "Shut up!" Marcus breaks out into more loud sobs which makes me stay quiet. He's broken. That's it. No more fighting back. No more shouting at Adrian. He's become Adrian's slave.

The religion of the stone is to strike. An uninhabited room; there is no one in it but Isabella. Suddenly, she remembered that day. Before she lost consciousness, his heart and soul dried up to remember Nicholas's last words. Is she a prisoner of Nicholas? An ungrateful, deceitful man who is the root of Madame's going mad, Bellatrix's dying condition, and Valeria's death; she hates him. Killing humans is a sin. Bellatrix has never killed an animal in her life. But she vows to kill Nicholas, no matter how sinful it is. Bellatrix repeatedly asks fate-why is her innocent life drowning in the folly of sin?

The fight club's raw atmosphere embraced the part of me I kept hidden from the rest of the world. Approaching the desk, I saw Fabin, the ringmaster of this world, flanked by scantily clad girls. His eyes flicked up to mine, recognizing the look on my face. "What's the plan tonight, Hawk?" he asked with a smirk. I leaned in. "I'm going all in," I declared, the words filled with a reckless determination that felt more genuine than anything I expressed in daylight. Fabin's smile widened, and he scribbled my name down for several fights. Here, I was not Wyatt Lane, the affluent CEO. I was Hawk, a man who thrived in the chaos and violence of the fight club. A place where I felt a disturbing comfo

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

How was she seeing in those? "You won't be needing this." She said, tossing my combat belt aside. That was where I stashed all my throwing blades...and potions. How daring of her to lay her hands on it. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm sure you must be really confused." She chuckled. "The name's Zina. Queen of the jaguar clan and probably your worst nightmare. You've never met an assassin like me." She announced, lifting her head with pride. Queen of the jaguar clan? As in Werejaguars ?

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

Waiting. And the water answered. A ripple formed, glowing gold. And from it rose a spirit: Kwaku, once loyal to Zoomorah, now nothing but memory. “You walk close to the edge,” he said. “I am the edge,” she replied. “She comes, you know.” “Who?” “Ogara’s daughter. The last of the Abaki bloodline. She bears the Mark of Sorrow. And she seeks the Bone Flute.” Thelma’s breath caught. “Then it has begun.”