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Oscar said without caring anymore; in his mind, he wanted to go to the practice field tonight immediately. At least, like what Rania said, she still has the blood of her father, who was a swordmaster. He could become as strong as his father, training with great effort. That was what he would do from tonight on; there was no time to relax and lament his low bloodline. Benedict saw the behavior of his illegitimate son without a care and then walked to his desk; he was going to write a report to king Philips about the black magic that belonged to the black magician who used to occupy the kingdom's land at this time.

Seth smiles too, and I try not to think too hard about how they both look proud in their own ways. Even though Jordan definitely still wants visitation rights. We finish eating, pay (Jordan wins the fight by just tapping his card before anyone can move), and step outside. The air is cooler now, the kind of evening chill that settles over the campus slowly. Jordan stretches. “Okay. I’m walking to the library. I’ll call you when I get home so we can talk about how I’m recovering from being replaced.” “You’re not replaced,” I say. “You’re right,” he says, flipping his hair dramatically. “I’m irreplaceable. Anyway, bye losers.”

Jordan wasn't certain, but he knew one thing for sure: he was going to make him pay. Looking back, he knew he had no one to thank but Alexa for agreeing to the Restitution method. If it hadn't been for this method, he was unsure if he was ever going to get out of Prison. If he was ever going to get his life back. At that moment, he felt a great surge of gratitude as he set aside thoughts of his brother and turned his focus to Alexa. He caught her eyes as he redirected his gaze in her direction. Her expression was inscrutable. However, Jordan wasn't fazed by it. He reciprocated her gaze with awe and his smile broadened as he nodded at her in acknowledgement.

The crowd started in pity, knowing the hard core consequences I'm about to face. The Elders of our pack tried to talk him out of his madness, but he paid no ears to anyone. He saw me as a curse and a mistake to get rid of. "I'm Sorry, Alpha Germany. I know, I'm just a mere wolf. Not from a family that is well recognized by your pack, I plead for your forgiveness. I said, begging on my knees, praying he would at least hear me out. " I know that you see me as nothing but an abomination to you, but please spare my life. I'm the only one left in my family." I said, in a trembling voice, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He chuckled and leaned forward. “So allow me to humor you instead.” “You flirty bitch,” Marc stood up and tugged on Ryder's cornrows, pulling him away from me. “She's here for Trent so do well to keep it that way.” “I don't know what you're talking about,” Ryder replied innocently. “Yeah, what are we talking about,” I said, facing Ryder. “You were just about to tell me something.” “Oh righto,” Ryder continued, smiling sweetly at me. “All was perfect in the tech world,” He began.

Zlata I hid behind a tree, watching Jordan’s back as he disappeared behind the doors of the packhouse. Apex Obsidian and the Glowing Moon were rivals with no diplomatic ties. Alpha Colin and Travis could not stand each other, so what could Jordan possibly be doing here? I had truly believed I had finally found a home—that I was safe—but Jordan’s appearance shattered my world. Freedom felt like a fragile glass ornament that had just been crushed under a heavy boot. The idea of losing it was terrifying.

he stuttered incoherently, still in shock, however, Carol was happy to re-inform him. “Emerald is awake and she is asking for you! What are you still wai—” Jordan didn't stay to hear the end of his sister's sentence as he hastily stumbled out the door. He need not be told thrice that his Gem had lived, that she had fought and won for her, for him, for them. For the first time in months, Jordan's soul returned to him; he was revitalized, and to his Gem, he ran. ▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬

Jordan hurriedly said, “That’s not right! Didn’t you tell me before that your fate is that of a python and mine is that of a tortoise? If we were to add our fates up, neither one of us would be bigger than the other. So, my fate is not higher than that of yours...” Chandler laughed indifferently and said, “It’s not that your fate is higher than mine. It’s the Rejuvenating Pill that’s higher than me.” “F*ck!” Jordan could not help but curse as he clenched his teeth and said, “Alright, then! In that case, I will arrange for someone to go back to Oskia and see if I can get any information about the Rejuvenating Pill!”

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

Jordan motioned them to hold William down so that he will be able to cast the spell properly and not make any mistakes. “Salva a esta alma inocente de las garras del mal” Jordan chanted the spell quickly and continued repeating till he heard a loud scream from William and a crack of bones where his legs healed and his body going back into shape and most importantly, Jordan felt him being free from the prison he had been held in all this while. “Salva a esta alma inocente de las garras del mal” Jordan said the last one very slowly and William felt rejuvenated, he felt the best he had ever felt for months now.