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He muttered to his self * Sophia got to her room and started finding something in her closet, she took out a white fetish thing, and licking it her eyes shone brightly “I will never let you come back to your senses...I’m your Luna not even Hazel can save you from my wrath Sophia's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as she continued to lavish attention on the fetish, her whispers growing more urgent and menacing. The air around her seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the shadows in the room appeared to twist and writhe in response to her magic. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Alpha Noah entered, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

It is a true testament to the boundless blessings given upon us by the moon goddess. ‘You are beautiful, Xariah!’ ‘Thank you Xeraphina. The black in our fur is from the alpha blood. All alpha’s whether male or female, are black, regardless of their hair color. The dark chestnut color of our fur is from your natural hair color. Most alpha blooded wolves are pure black, but the moon goddess made an exception for us, since Talon is beta and also has dark chestnut fur.’ ‘Yes, I was a little confused why my fur was a mixture of colors. But now I understand. Thank you for enlightening me. If we reject Cassius, will our fur turn completely black?’

Scott POV Everything was collapsing around us and Aldus stood at the center of it all, transformed into a monster, his body twisting with scales, claws, and horns like something ancient and forgotten by every race. Things looked bad. Really bad. But I wasn’t afraid. I stepped forward, flames curling around my fists—normal flames at first. But then something inside me snapped. The fear. The anger. The memories of everything this organization had done. And then the flames shifted. They darkened… deepened… twisted… until they burned a violent purple, hot enough to distort the air.

He was an Alpha right, so how couldn't he see the aura radiating from her was nothing less than pure evil and diabolical vibes. I crossed my hands over my chest as another string of laughter from Alice pulled me out of my thoughts. It was infuriating to say the least. How was she able to do it so flawlessly? I mean deceive Alpha Xander that is. Was it her so called charms? If it was, then the Alpha was doing a really bad job at resisting it.

"You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are " Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below. "That's right." Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Wolves prefer to twist their victims' minds rather than take prisoners. Your kind takes a sick pleasure in destroying other races. If I ever get off these chains I will have you dead ."

I try to scramble to my feet, looking around and seeing the dead bodies of the six rogues, the closest one to me is barely recognisable, torn apart. “Did you do this?” I ask Gene, falling back onto my ass. He looks at me in confusion, but doesn’t get a chance to say anything because Seraphina’s dad is bursting through the woods and gathering her into his arms. My father and his warriors follow closely behind, his eyes falling on me and narrowing, lips thin as he sees Levi come to support me on the opposite side to Gene. ‘Weak.’ I can almost read the thoughts going through his head when he looks at me sitting on the floor, but then his eyes drift towards Seraphina, who has stopped screaming b

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Strong werewolf presence is detected. Werewolf? Is it Carys? ‘We’re in proximity. Can you spot us?’ Christian inquired. ‘We’ve visual contact, Alpha,’ came the response. ‘Tapping the road three times to pinpoint our exact location.’ We spotted them and united with team Eagle. I tried to filter out the werewolf’s scent from the blood. It wasn’t Carys’, but it was a familiar scent. I clenched my fists, glaring at the darkness of the subway. “Any survivors from team shark?” Christian asked.