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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!”

Richard yells, backing his words with immense powers that make everyone in the room shiver with fear; everyone except Marco. I cannot believe the scene that is slowly unfolding before me. Richard is the most powerful wolf I know. In fact, I believe he is the most powerful wolf in the whole world. Other wolves quake in fear before him, shivering and cowering in fear whenever he unleashes his full wolfish powers. There is an obvious strain on Richard’s face as he pushes his wolf powers to the maximum. Maya has taken several steps back from him, Alina is cowering in fear, Brandon is trying to be brave but he is obviously affected by Richard’s angry wolfish power; and me? I think I’d pass out fr

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,'

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."

“Why would you even read it, Jackson, why? If that were me, I wouldn’t even consider reading it the answer would be no. Just because he said, I had someone else and had moved on you just had to consider it didn’t you.” “No Alena, you have it all wrong, for a start, he said all that after I refused and read the contract, I did what most would do in my situation, read it because that contract is only ever handed over if you are playing dead. Hardly anyone gets to see it in their lifetime, so of course, I read it.” I don’t know what to think, I look at Marcus, and he is just sitting staring at him.

I leaned on the railing, staring into the city’s lights, when I heard footsteps behind me. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” said a voice. I turned, expecting Richard. It wasn’t him. It was Mark. He smiled, but there was something off about it — like the corners of his mouth didn’t match the look in his eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “Richard’s big win… it’s impressive. But sometimes, the higher you climb, the harder the fall.” My breath caught in my throat. I stared at him, trying to read his expression. “What are you saying?” I asked slowly.

“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.