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A small laugh almost escaped my throat as I looked at the muddy water dripping off Richard’s nose. “Oh, no, I am so sorry,” Marco muttered, though he looked anything but sorry. He glared down at Richard with total disgust, then leaned over to pick up his empty bucket. As he did, he caught my eye and gave me a quick, supportive wink. “Are you blind?” Richard screamed, leaping up from the booth as he wiped the greasy water from his eyes with his soaked sleeves. He was shaking with rage. “You pathetic idiot. Do you have any idea who I am? I will buy this entire building just to fire you! I will make sure you pay for this insult for the rest of your life!”

I said, the words coming out in a whisper. Vanya turned toward me, her voice firmer now. “Would you rather sulk in silence after his death, filled with regret for what you didn’t try? Or would you give him the only chance he has?” She stepped closer. “There’s power in a Lycan’s mark. One born not out of duty, but choice, so do it.” A strange warmth bloomed in my shoulder, the place where Azrik once marked me. It pulsed slowly and faintly. Almost like it heard her.

I am left speechless chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Hey…hey darling look at me.” Christian holds on to my waist turning me around. “I know that this mark has never brought you anything but sadness but seeing the way you look at it with sorrow that it is still there makes it a source of pain for myself as well. I promise Darling that I will do everything in my power to make up for all the sadness. I am so sorry and I have had a lot of time to think about all that I have done and I would love a chance to make it better. Please can you give me a chance to be the mate I should have been, to make up for my cowardice.”

"Those books at the far right corner. Whose books are those?" I let my eyes go to where Marco had specified in his words and I could see the books that he was talking about. They were beautiful hardcovers, in different colors, there were in total of seventeen of them and all of them belonged to someone who was very close to my heart once, someone who I loved with all my heart and who was brutally taken away from me. "They're Christine's personal journals. She recorded almost everything in them." Marco bolted upright so fast I thought we were under attack,'

“I get you’re not ready to talk about this, but we’re sending thousands of warriors into Tarsian today, with more flooding in tomorrow, and the next day. Who is our enemy?” “Richard. The Umbra Mortis. Cole didn’t–King Jaxon was cursed by Richard. Richard has magic, Ryan. He has the Book of Whispers, and he used it to curse Cole’s dad, and the Arcane Umbra society, and Cole’s entire court… his pack…” Ryan stares in disbelief. “This Richard person has the Book of Whispers?” I hold his gaze, knowing exactly what’s going through his head right now. His mate almost died this past summer because of that damn book, and now I have to confirm it.

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

"Now, suck my cock. Get me hard for round two." I knelt, taking him deep, swirling my tongue as he hardened. "Tell me about Marco. While I blow you." He groaned, hand in my hair. "Ruthless. Works with Americans like your man. Cleans messes bodies, trails. If V3's texting... you're marked." I deepthroated him, gagging slightly, tears pricking. "And Richard? Meeting him today?" Javier thrust gently. "Probably. Heard whispers gringo paying for silence. On a girl."

“What do you want me to do? Crawl back to her and beg like a dog? You don’t know me, Marco. Not really.” Marco chuckled, standing back up and crossing his arms. "Oh, we know you, Richard. That temper, that pride... it's what makes this so fun. But I've decided to give you a little gift." He motioned to his men, who started untying the last ropes around Richard's legs and pulling him to his feet. Richard stumbled, his body weak from the lack of food and constant abuse, but he held his head high. He refused to give these men the satisfaction of seeing him truly broken.

he said with a smile. "Absolutely, you’ve changed my life," Marko said with a smile on his face too. "You have my card, right? Call me, and let’s talk," Richard said, handing him one last time before driving away. Marko stood there, smiling really hard. "Yes, the plan has worked," he said happily. "Now I can have my way in that empire." . . .. . . "That plan we pulled was a smooth move, smoother than a skincare girl's face- LOL! " Emma said happily.