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"You have no idea what is coming." "Who are you?" Darius demanded. "I am Moira Blackthorn. And I am the one who will destroy your precious omega rights movement. By destroying every pack that supports it." She raised her hands. The symbols on the cave entrance glowed brighter. And from the darkness behind her, a hundred shadow creatures emerged. We were surrounded. Outnumbered. And I realized—we might not survive this.

"My marked alpha is absolute perfection in the sheets and on the throne logs. Compared to his giant frame, Thorne Blackwynd is a total beta loser with no raw power. How stupid would my wolf have to be to look at that stray dog twice?" "Anastasia—I mean, Zafira?!" my roommate, Selka Dreadmoor, shrieks from the window logs the moment my boots kick open the door of room 517, her face twisting with an immediate flash of bitter female jealousy. "Why did your skin come to the campus grounds without your heavy black face-paint and rogue clay?" "If your own snout likes that ugly, garish slave-makeup so much, Selka, why don't your own paws smear it across your fur?" my mouth replies with an icy, free

Diego was the name of the richest man in the world. They all turned their attention to the burly figure behind Sean. But his face was obscured by the umbrella, preventing them from seeing it. They soon realized what was happening and burst into mocking laughter. They looked at Sean like they were looking at a clown. "Punk, of all the people to impersonate, you chose Mr. Black? Do you really think we are some third-rate faction that hasn't heard of Mr. Black? "Just so you know, since Mr. Black returned to Skye City, he's been indulging himself at the Mirage. He wouldn't bother with the likes of you!

He says it calmly and carelessly, like that's supposed to settle everything. But it doesn’t. And I’m not even worried about the damned Adraklin House; I’m worried about this idiot sitting beside me! “Well, let’s pretend I’m not worried then.” I lean back again, not ready to argue. “Been meanin’ to ask something else. These Dreils we speak of, they’re human, right? Like, Willies?” Mr. Black glances at Damon again, that little sideways flick that’s starting to grate on me. Then he answers slowly, like he's careful of what escapes his mouth. “Dreils are... Dreils. Not ‘Willies’. That word is… degrading.”

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.

I didn’t even hear her approach. Black hair frames her heart-shaped face, striking an alluring contrast against her pale skin in the moonlight. “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show,” she says with a cocky smile. “I’m Darius Black, Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack,” I reply, not catching my mistake fast enough. “You don’t smell like an alpha of anything, Darius,” she quips. “You smell like a wet dog too far from the border. Do you know what we do to stray dogs?”

"Can see you're painting my house and it looks so good." I almost jumped out of fright. He was here. I slowly turned around and I held my breath. This man was drop dead gorgeous even though he looked worn out. His eyes were so red. "Mr. Black." He literally face palmed. "Just call me Dre. I prefer that to that stupid name you call me. I'm not even black for fucks sake." "Huh?" Wasn't that too personal? "But Mr.... " He raised his perfectly carved brows. "Do you want to argue with your boss?"

The next day at the Von Strudel mansion, it was not a normal morning, the family had received an unexpected visit, it was Markus Blackwood, the powerful werewolf warrior, leader of his pack; in the human version of him he is a manmuscular, with an imposing presence and an intense gaze. He has a neatly trimmed beard and black hair, which he usually wears short and messy. Her facial features are strong and angular, with thick eyebrows and a straight, prominent nose. She has deep dark eyes that seem to peer into people's souls.