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Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

I quickly asked her what the problem was, and to my surprise, it was those customers who had spread my name on social media. SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

Taegen rolled his eyes. Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes. Beautiful mermaids started showing up, their gorgeous body moving elegantly inside the water. A nice scent reached their noses and a soothing sound of their chants caressed their ears. “What are they doing here?” Jimmy asked. “They are looking for preys. They seduce the creatures with their beauty and take them to the bottom of the water to become their slave.” Taegen said. “Don't look at their eyes, Diamond.” Jimmy nervously nodded and kept on looking at the rainbow above them.

Lucian leaned back in the leather chair of the jet, a half-empty crystal tumbler of scotch resting in his hand. The tablet in front of him projected the latest figures from the Dalvani mining site in Korvenia, a small republic torn between crumbling governments and desperate investors. Profits were up. Labor compliance was down. The usual dance. Across from him sat Fernando Russo, his sharp features made sharper by age and wealth. He was dressed in his signature beige three-piece suit, as immaculate as always, even under the tremble of turbulence.

The room was a haven of secrets, and the silence within its confines was almost deafening. As they took their seats, I ensured each man's order was met with meticulous attention. Emilio Vargas requested a glass of single-malt Scotch, neat, while his brothers opted for various selections of aged whiskey and classic cocktails. Diego, the tech expert, requested a simple glass of water, his focus ever on the devices he carried. With their orders taken care of, I moved to the head of the table, standing before Emilio Vargas, who was now regarded as the puppeteer among his peers. I knew this was the moment to set the tone for the meeting.

He was walking in with fire in his hands. Hidden convoys were already moving—drugs stripped from old caches before Darius’s vaults were bled dry, weapons bought through desperate mercenaries who still owed him favors from the old days. Enough to buy Serrano’s ear. Enough to show him that while Darius was ash, Marek Veynar still had teeth sharp enough to draw blood. And if Serrano hesitated? Marek had something sharper than gold, sharper than guns. A name Serrano hated more than any other.

"I need to ask something." I look around and find only the two of us in the hall with no sign of Harley or Mom. Rose pushes me to sit on the single-seater while she sits on the other, facing me with an evil look in her eyes. She keeps smiling and it makes me suspicious enough to keep a straight face. Rose asking me for something never ends well — for me. "What happened?" "The Devils are hosting a concert at the Margarita Club at Silver Lake. I want to go." My lips purse at her request. The Devils are a band of four extremely rowdy boys in their early twenties who are gaining popularity among youngsters with their heinous songs and concerts which they host mostly at cheap bars.

I feel you; I see you, Take a good view, And get lost through, But do not subdue, Because I got you. I give you one more chance, Password is a word on the street. Turn me over, And oh, you’ll get what you truly desire. The bartender watches me as he wipes the glasses, a curious look dances by his eyebrows as he registers the look on my face. I am left appalled. How does he know what I desire? And who the bloody hell is he? I look down at the card and wipe off the dust at the back. The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name.