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The man in the white shirt raised his eyebrows, took a large gulp of the ale mug in his hand, and said jokingly, "Wulfgar, is this who they call your stupid, timid and incompetent future princess? These rumors are becoming less and less credible in my eyes." The man, on the other side called "Wulfgar," was not sitting on a chair but a wheelchair. As a Lycan, this was really a word. Any injury should have healed immediately. He was dressed in a black garment, which made his face pale and cold. Although sitting in a wheelchair, the aura on his body was a bit more aggressive than the white-clothed man opposite. He opened his lips lightly and said coldly. "It seems that the strength of Oxa Villa

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Bracing my arms against his shoulders, I prepared to knee him in the balls but he jerked back away from me. Cooper’s eyes widened and he fell to the ground. That’s when I saw Rage standing behind him. Dressed in black from head to toe, my panties dampened at the sight of his furious face. I wanted to say something—anything—but my mouth turned dry. “Get up,” he said, his voice grave. Oh no. Dante wobbled over on his crutches.. There was no way I could stop Rage without Dante’s help. “Rage,” Dante warned. Cooper scurried from the ground. “Who is Rage?” Cooper asked. “And who are you?”

After they greet Nyx, the couple walked toward me and Amelia. "Well... Well... Well... Who is this cutie???" The woman in a white dress asks, addressing my son, who's on my hip. My son hid his head against my neck, I gently chuckle and answered her question. "Sorry about that, he's kinda shy when it comes to new people. His name is Alexander, and I'm Nova Everly Ivy Grey." I said, politely. Extended my hands toward her. She gladly accepted my hand and replied, "It's nice to meet you, my name is Hestia Katana Astaril, and it's ok I understand. He's very cute."

He will now know what truly I became in these three years. I am looking at the person I despise the most walking towards me. It feels like my own past,from our birth to Cayden's death is stepping to me. He has gained weight,his hair is now white - the sign of getting old,his confidence hasn't changed. His arrogance and attitude are perfectly revealed in his walk itself. He is Jonathan Davis. I thought he will be surprised to know that I'm still alive. But he wasn't. As if the sky spoke to him, he understood what has happened just by looking at both of us together.

I will not let that happen. Davis I was both surprised and pissed when Dru came to us and started explaining what Brady had told him. I was there when Natalie was with Jaidyn. I had just come on board as a new security guy at that time. I was just getting to know all the guys. I never liked her. I had only been working for the band for about a month when I came back to my room to find her there laying on the bed in next to nothing lingerie. I was disgusted, first, she is not my type and two I am married and I am not going to do anything to screw that up. I grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed and threw her out of my room. I didn’t even care that she was wearing barely anything.

Even now there’s a part of him that yearns for me. ‘You’re lying.’ I hissed, my thoughts battling against that of the bull’s. The ancient being laughed, making my skull tremble and rattle in my head. An instant migraine danced across my forehead and down my jawline. ‘I have been called many things; Devourer of Worlds, God of Chaos, Angel of Death, even Deimos and Phobos, but never have I been called a liar. Perhaps I will let you see for yourself…’

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.