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I said, almost like I was trying to convince myself more than her. I had my back turned, dragging the single couch across the floor. The legs scraped lightly against the floor as I positioned it near the door. But then... two arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind. Her body pressed against my back. "Leon... you're so cold... You feel so good to hug." My whole body went rigid. Shit. The couch slipped from my grip and landed with a dull thud. My hands hovered in the air, my chest tightened like someone had just squeezed it. Her arms tightened, pulling me closer like I was the only anchor keeping her from drowning.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

"I don't care whether you believe it or not, but if you want, I can send you to the underworld and ask Asmodeus yourself!" Leon sneered, then brought out the Cuff of Doom and grasped it tightly. "The Cuff of Doom!" the black gorilla was horrified to see Leon holding the Cuff of Doom. He thought Leon was just trying to scare him by claiming to have killed Asmodeus, but the fact that Asmodeus' prized possession ended up in Leon's hands proved that he was indeed the one who slaughtered him!

“Saw him head to the back of the building while I was on my way into the club. You better go now because Mr Banks walks fast.” “Uhuh.” I took my property from his hand and gathered my dress. “Um, miss?” he called after me. I turned to acknowledge what he was about to say. “I would like to warn you that Mr Banks is not one to mess with. Once you sleep with him, you’ll naturally become his possession. If you still want your freedom, stay far from him.” He had sounded genuine, yet I still had to take the risk. I thanked him and left. His sad eyes as I passed him made me feel there was something he wanted to tell me, but couldn’t.

Eddie said to them and they were all happy but noticed Eddie wasn't happy. " Something is wrong, talk to us". Patricia said to him. " We only killed Professor Justin's body, the evil spirit possessing him is still out there, probably to find another person possessed". Eddie said and all of them sat down instantly with sad facial expressions. " Little hobgoblin said we can still go for the third and fourth weapons for now, and we must seal the evil spirit when we get back". Eddie said to them. Little hobgoblin turned the scroll of Kronos and Eddie picked it up. He opened it and clicked on the third weapon, it became bigger.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, it all comes flooding back—the transformation. My eyes snap open wide, and I stumble back, crawling away from him. Fear grips me, cold and unforgiving. “I... I transformed,” I stammer, barely able to get the words out. “H-How? How is that even possible? I’m an omega. Omegas don’t transform!” My voice cracks as panic swirls inside me. “Everyone saw me, didn’t they? Did Alexander call you? Did he tell you to come get me out of there?”

The one he gave me when I was close to losing control. "Boss, calm down. We’re looking. The estate is locked down. Maybe the boy woke up early and wandered off." "He’s six, Marlo! Six! He’s not some curious teen sneaking out for cigarettes!" "You think someone took him?" I turned to him sharply. "Of course someone took him. The mole. Whoever orchestrated the warehouse attack. This is revenge. And now they have Henry." Marlo rubbed the back of his neck, his brow furrowed.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.