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His tattooed hands, those large fingers… Yeah, I didn’t even want to imagine. “He’s stable,” Nik murmured. “Doctors say he’ll recover.” I just nodded. Let’s see how they talk when Mark suddenly dies in a few days. After dinner, while the staff began clearing the plates, I stood to leave. But Nik caught my hand,firmly. “Wait.” He handed me a small notebook. Black cover. A symbol stamped on it in silver foil,the Kontrivsin crest. “What’s this, Nik?” I asked, eyes narrowing.

Author's POV The man standing before her was no other person than Lucien Drazik. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and one of the major shareholders of the Academy. His eyes were staring straight at her, not with guilt, but something more dangerous—confusion. No..... He doesn't believe the way his wolf, Mark, was whimpering in recognition beneath him. He doesn't understand why his nose becomes super sensitive and he could smell her so much. She smelled like peach blossoms. It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless.

Despite this, his face radiated smugness, as if he were about to fulfill his plan. "You're a despicable villain, conspiring with other groups to plot against us. You have truly disgraced our Fullmoon Pack's name," Zed stood not far away from Kyan, looking at him. While there were no obvious scars on his body, the fatigue on his face was evident. Next to Zed stood Bard, a tower of steel, his cold eyes fixed on Kyan, his shirt covered in dried blood stains. It was clear that it was all the blood of the enemy.

And there, under the light, were two perfect holes, right in his jugular vein. No blood. No signs of struggle. No torn clothing. Nothing else out of place. It was as if a bat had descended, sucked his blood perfectly clean, then flew away, without touching anything else. It was eerie. And outright terrifying. If his skin hadn’t turned completely white, she would have thought he was still alive, just taking a nap. She even felt tempted to go over and feel his pulse. But she knew that would be stupid. Sergei Rakov. He was young. And from what she’d heard, he’d been an arrogant prick. Could he already have had enemies?

To kill. To destroy. To get a taste of revenge. There was nothing I could do to bring him back, but they would pay in blood. As we grew closer I got a better view of their face. I felt uneasy as smiles spread across their faces. They wore long black cloaks that dragged along the floor. Three of the four men looked similar to each other, wrinkled faces, white hair, and beards that ran down to their chest. The only thing that differed were their eye colors. Two had blue and one had brown eyes. The fourth man was old, but looked younger than the other three and had green eyes. He looked more sinister than the other three. He had gloves on and in his hands were very thick chains.

I just wished. “Hey y’all, stop fucking with her already, she’s baby to all this stuff, give her some time…” It felt like God sent me a superhero without a cape. I couldn’t hide but my body stopped shaking due to apprehension. “Dammit, Kika! Cover your breast or go rub it off with a scrubber. These marks are terrible. I think you were handed to animals,” Just hearing her say such a thing got my mind out of hands. I was mentally slamming fists on my head to remain unbothered as turning around could get me a sight that I would regret glimpsing.

“We were just leaving.” “I don’t think so.” He said walking over to Marcus, he grabbed him. “You see she is wanted.” He growled. “Now girl are you going to come with me, or am I going to have to kill him?” he said looking down at Anabel. “Who are you?” Anabel said trying to summon magic, but it wasn’t working. “The name is Sin.” He growled. “I am one of four, I am the least of your worries, but if you do not comply, my brothers will come and we will force things upon you greater than anything Victor wants to do to you.” He growled. “Now come!”

"What is it?" Without answering, he slowly pushed the door wide open. Lying face down on the cold stone of the hallway, directly across our threshold, was Captain Marcus. His armor was slashed across the chest, dark blood pooling fast onto the polished floor. And clutched tightly in his lifeless, outstretched hand was an object that made my blood run cold — a pristine, silver-inscribed invitation card, stamped with the personal, unbroken seal of the High Council of Astra City.

Dominic smiled and I could tell he knew what I was thinking, and my blush deepened. “Okay,” I said, trying to avoid more embarrassment, “So how does that make it your fault?” “The Illington’s own the apartment block,” he said. “Mark’s family is one of the most powerful sorcerer families in the country. One of the benefits of their properties is that they are all set up with powerful magic security. My guess is when you walked in through the doors your abilities were flagged and that sleazeball Mark recognised you and realised your value. He probably thought he could make a quick buck from you.” I was horrified at the thought that Mark really did seem to be planning to kidnap me, to sell me t

Mark did not stand next to that cold man, he looked up at the beautiful goddess statue: "Augustus Stephen has swallowed half of Neva's heart, he is no longer the weak vampire he used to be." “The blood and tears of Augustus, can you take them?” "Okay" “I heard you have a beautiful slave called Pandora Mohini, whose son is an immortal.” "Yes sir." Mark heard the name Pandora immediately alert, she is his, he absolutely does not allow any man to dream about her. Mark has used his life's exploits in exchange for Pandora, in the eyes of others he is a madman for love but Mark likes it. "So when we get the other half of Neva's power, force that immortal to give birth to us, Mohini's descendant wi