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Coal announces. “You fucking dick, you scared the shit out of us,” I tell him. “Always good to see our favorite goddesses.” Blake states. “Ass kisser,” Chris grumbles. Rye walks out of the room, and I wonder what he is up to. “Hey, where are you going?” Xion yells. “To get a wooden stake,” Rye yells back. “Blain is coming I see.” Drayson laughs.

Yeah, at least they broke even from attacking each other in this cold war. “Reese, I don't think I can accompany you to the party. I… I don't know if this is right or wrong.” Reese stopped. He turned to Blakely who stopped a step behind him. “What's wrong, Blakely? This is not wrong at all. Look, you're incredibly sexy and beautiful."

She is the best thing to ever happen to me. I owe Blake so much for getting Raya out and I plan to ask him to be our warlock. While Raya packed a backpack full of things she didn't want to part with, I spoke with Amaya. She told me that Blake was a very talented warlock, and explained to me why he chose to be the Eclipse Moon Pack's warlock. I could understand his reasoning, and it helped that he didn't do it for Elliot or the pack, but for the now deceased Luna.

"What were you saying about Blake?" She seemed to remember why she was so excited and I was grateful for the topic change. "He's in most of my classes and can you believe he just moved here with his mom from New York? Isn't he so hot, like he has that beautiful city accent." "I noticed." This was old news actually, Blake and his mom moved here from New York to this small town for reasons best known to them, reasons I didn't care about until now. "I think I like him, Ruby," she gushed, wiping her sweat with the pink tank top and bouncing on the balls of her feet. "He has appeal, like really appealing."

It was as if their deaths was some sort of cosmic reward for her, a sign that everything was finally going to be okay. Just then, as Ruby was dancing in her spectacular dreams and nightmares, a woman emerged in the cold thick fog and walked towards her. It was seemingly the headmistress of the school, an imposing figure clad all in black, her eyes cold and her face stern. As she was walking towards Ruby, her steps were disturbingly unhurried and her hands clasped behind her back, as her head was held high and her eyes piercing through her direction.

I just wanted her out of the room, her presence was confusing me and my wolf was fighting hard for control. “Forgive her already!” Blake growled in my head. “What more do you want from her? She is not lying.” “I believe everything she’s saying. Haven’t you noticed how Ruby has been acting these past few days? You need to forgive her now! She’s carrying our pup, you idiot!”

He enlarged the image until all that the screen showed was half of Veronica from the shoulders up and Rebound Guy's face, dark curly hair, and big grin. "The yuppie," Théo said, trying to sound really bored. "Oh shit. Yeah. That's the guy." He gave a slight nod and took another drag on his cigarette, expelling grayish-white smoke upwards. The plain ceiling became his shock absorber as he mentally hurled a slew of swearwords to it. Blake Emerson, a famous producer and songwriter in the music scene in New York, son of a real estate tycoon. The guy's family owned a chain of hotels and restaurants (among other things) in several states. Blake. Of all the men in the world...

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Sexy? No, that can't be right. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * BLAKE’s POV : “Fuck, that wave was lit!”

"I want a seat at Creative Century." "Consider it a blood-pact," Whittaker grunted. "But won't you miss your little Alpha, Blake?" "He was just a stepping stone," Riley sneered. Whittaker laughed, a dark, oily sound. "You’re a ruthless bitch, Riley. I like that."