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He has molested many omegas and she was supporting him. “Ah, she means, our lovely mentally retarded, Luna, "Natasha corrected, and they all burst out laughing. From the corner of my eyes, I can see the guards trying to sniff their laughs. “Did you go to the forest to get ready or roll with dogs in the back,”? Natasha scrunched her nose and tittered while pointing her finger up and down to my state. “Some people are just a trash, no matter what they wear,” “What do you want, Natasha? I don't have time for this,” I said while trying to push past her.

“Everyone knows it’s me, so stop wasting our time.” The priest slowly lifted his gaze toward him. “If you do not wish to incur the wrath of the Moon Goddess upon yourself,” he said calmly, “remain silent.” Shane scoffed loudly while Samantha stomped her foot angrily as she stared daggers at me. I almost laughed. They truly had no idea what was coming. The priest stepped forward once more as silence slowly swallowed the hall. Then the priest announced: “I declare that Princess Natalia Russo’s chosen husband is… Alpha Dominic Romano.”

I called my assistant and informed him to escort Natalia to my office directly without any appointment procedure. Someone knocked at my door. "Come in."I replied "Hello Etienne."Natalia said shyly and entered my office looking gorgeous in blue chiffon shirt and a short pencil skirt.Not slutty short but decent short. "Hey,Come in.Have a seat." Drake's mouth hung open.He was staring at her making her uncomfortable. "Dude would you cut it?"He cleared his throat. "I am sorry where are my manners.I am Drake Johnson.I am this douchebag best friend."He extended and shook his hand with her.

Cain POV My woman's glare could slit my fucking throat from across the ballroom. Fuck if she kept looking at me with those eyes I may be forced to cross the room, bend her over of one these well decorated tables and fuck her pretty ass in front of the entire elite society she so worshipped The Redford Gala is suffocating and everyone present seem to have a degree in fake smiling. “Honey,” Natalia clung to my arm in that backless red gown that screamed sex and power, her body pressed against mine for the cameras. She played her role perfectly—laughing at my jokes, brushing her lips against my jaw for the photographers.

The wolf slowly removed his hand from the back of my head and, sniffing the air again, looked at me thoughtfully. "Koppel's crazy," he said after another annoying pause. - To your boyfriend or whatever half-breed you have, he won't even let me in. He does everything himself, and I'll tell you, baby, this spectacle is not for the faint of heart. And what he did to the girl Natasha... - I shuddered, and the wolf fell silent, studying my involuntary reaction to his words. In my life I knew many Natashas, ​​but in this case there could only be one Natasha: a maid who worked with Rosa at Angelov's residence.

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

She said, looking me in the eye. I could not, because she didn’t understand the truth. I couldn’t even speak without telling her everything: that my wolf had betrayed me the moment Alexander touched me, that he knew, that he had called me his mate. The thought tightened my chest until I could not breathe. “I’m tired,” I said instead. Helena watched me for a long moment and then nodded. “Very well. Your training will continue tomorrow.” “You cannot be serious,” I protested. “You thought being moved into a nicer room meant you were excused?” she asked.

she sighed, stepping forward with a small grin, her gaze dropping to Rocco, who took a quick step away from her. “Lucky you, then,” she added, winking at Rocco. Rocco’s eyes widened, looking like he was about to bolt, his hands flexing at his sides. “I guess I’ll have to leave empty-handed,” Natasha said with exaggerated sadness as she walked toward the rugged steps. Then she paused, turning her head over her shoulder, her long hair catching the light as she gave Rocco a slow, deliberate wink before sauntering down the steps toward the waiting car where Don Nikolai stood.

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." "I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them.