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“I’m not entirely sure, but…” “It’s going to be okay,” Cameron decided and opened the car door. “Don’t you think? I think. I just have that feeling. I feel… good about it. I’m going for a swim. You guys can clean the cum off the seat and then one of you can suck my c-ck because I’m f-king horny after playing chauffeur whilst you f-ked. We’ll have a nice dinner, and go see if the vampire comes, and just… We’ll just see, right?” He slid out of the car. “We’ll see what happens next.”

Cameron scanned her slender, evenly proportioned fingers as if she were appreciating a work of art. "You should start praying for my happiness, good mood, and well-being. Otherwise, I'll randomly pick out a lucky person among you pretentious humans to join me on my journey to hell once I've had enough of this life." Cade parked his car in front of the Carter Mansion. "Get out." Cameron stared at the streetlights. It had started to rain on the way back. She could see the falling raindrops through the light, swaying and scattering in the wind.

It was such an ordinary request as well but Camille couldn’t help but feel it was anything but an ordinary request. Wetting her lips nervously, She turned to the screen, frowning when she saw that the writing on the screen was small. Too small for her to read from this distance. Jag however made no attempt to make the screen bigger. He simply waited, raising a rakish eyebrow slightly when Camille made no move. Sighing softly, she leaned in closer to the screen as she tried to focus on what the email said and not the giant adonis behind her. That was easier said than done though, especially when Jag leaned in as well, his leg brushing her as he moved.

The blade gleamed, sharpened to a fine edge. "You really think I'd fall for the same trap twice?" Before he could react, I slashed the blade across my own arm. Blood welled up instantly, and I smeared it over my clothes and skin. Right on cue, the door burst open. "Mr. Morland, please don't hurt Carmen! She's just... lonely, that's why she's meeting a man in a place like this—" Hazel's plea died in her throat as she saw me, standing there, and covered in blood.

My blood ran cold at this picture. Cameron. Tied to a chair. Her face was bruised and she had dried blood beneath her nose. But alive. Conscious. Terrified. The caption under the photograph was short and sweet: Recipe book and the girl. Tomorrow at midnight. The old warehouse on Fifth. Come by yourself or she'll scream till you get here. And it was signed with a single initial: D. "Damon." I couldn't breathe. "He has Cameron."

Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate. I was starving. It had been almost twenty four hours since I had last eaten. I had been running on fumes and adrenaline since then. Suddenly, A knock sounded at the door. I closed the book and placed it on the couch as I stood up to go see who it was. I was surprised to see Cain standing outside my door holding a large plate of steaming food, a fork and a bottle of water tucked under his arm. "I figured you hadn't eaten," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

I assured Isaac. Cameron Raul was the last friend in our friend circle. She was a beta, young and confident and was Isaac’s agemate unlike me who was the youngest and we met each other in college. Cameron isn’t dead, she’s in Iceland as a single mother with an omega daughter and currently in a healthy relationship with a woman Sarah hooked her up with.

Her fingers tapped on the monitor screen , directly pointing at number 776 . "Marco Russo, Lives in Milan. Studied in Harvard. CEO of Russo estate developing agency. 35 of age . Has interest in successful and responsible women. He is a divorcee who has a daughter of 5years, living with her mother in London". Lucy continue to read his information which made her find him disgusting like other men. Her believe was that men always betrayed and not the women. She believed he might have abused the woman before divorcing her. Speaking of abuse, she had to inform Metly about who the Duncan Industries CEO was. Since Metly was her best friend, she showed no hesitation in telling about her past.

The joy and fear that passed through khalys was unmistakn, his eyes moved around for where to keep Ez without the omega noticing but knowing how quick witted that omega is, Ez shut khalys and his thoughts off with a side eye. Over twenty people were starting to cough out blood from slitted throat or gouged out eyeballs. Goddess caelyn is my replica of the brutal person I was when I was at that age. “You just got yourself your own apartment”, Jamiel shouts at caelyn before pushing out his shadow to walk through the guys kneeling, anyone of them Jamiel shadow passes through gets their last life drained and their soul sucked out of them, caelyn mothered something about Jamiel being cool and I t

Calvin-That’s low promising me a run with my mate if I keep my mouth shut. Lucas-If we tell them now, there will be no run. Calvin-Blackmailing your own wolf, who the hell are you? Lucas-I am Lucas Camron, Alpha Lord of North America Calvin-Well la te da. Good for you big boy. You might be Lucas Cameron, rejected Mate and loser if you keep lying to Kelly. Lucas-Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Calvin-I really hope your plan fails. Lucas-Thanks for that.