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Axel got lost in his thoughts; he was determined to uncover the pack's true motivation. "What do you think of Zoe?" Chase asked Sonia as they lay in bed. She turned to him with a smile. "I love her. I think she will be a powerful luna." Sonia answered truthfully. She believed Zoe was the perfect mate for Ryder. She wasn't afraid of the pack, even those who openly showed hate toward her.

Prepare yourself, we will be going for a ceremony in a few days time. He said and continued his journey back to his room. Why is he acting strange all of sudden? Just can't believe he still love that Illebaye girl. What has that girl really done to all the men that love her so much? Nicole asked herself but she couldn't answer it. Go to your room and change into something else. Nicole said to Ramson angrily as he ran to his room to change his uniform. After Nicole heard that Cross was the next LYCAN she decided to remove Ramson from that school the following day.

“…and I need to speak with Ceres about this FRSil case.” “Agreed.” Sonia agreed with my idea and joined the fight. Sonia and I fought rogues as we made our way around the eastern border. I do my regular thing, mercilessly shifting back and forth to eliminate the rogues in my path. Sonia uses her fallen state ability to turn her blood into a weapon. She discreetly stained the rogues, and with a snap of her fingers, all of the marked rogues were punctured with sharp blood that matched my wife's thorns abilities.

I whispered, “Kross Varkas is coming. And I’m bringing Thursday with me.” I left him breathing. Barely. The two ex-legion guys could handle the rest. *** SADE I didn’t sleep after Kross left the lab. I couldn’t, how could I? My body was still humming from his mouth, from the way he’d torn my clothes and my defences apart in the same breath. My thighs ached with every step, my lips were swollen, and I could taste him every time I swallowed. But… but the fougère was still wrong. I believe I could do this. I need to do it!

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

Maybe I would still be his daughter, and just maybe, these divorce papers would not yet be in my hand. Unable to take my gaze off the divorce file, I open it and flip through its pages. Ares gave me money in hundreds of millions, including two furnished apartments. That's enough for me to start a new life anyway, but I don't feel anything towards the money or anything. I will not use his money. I just wanted his love. True love. Closing the book, Sloane asks, “Should we get some cheeseburger? You've not eaten anything today. We need you to eat so you can be healthy for the days ahead.”

But then he exhaled shakily, leaning forward. “Damian Cross and I… we were once partners. More than partners. Brothers, in every way but blood.” The words were quiet, but heavy, like stones dropped into water. Amara blinked, thrown. “Brothers?” “Not by birth,” Adrian said quickly. “But in the life I lived before all of this. Before Sinclair Enterprises, before London society… There was a different world. A darker one. Damian and I built it together. Until it broke us.”

Sonia replies. I turn toward her slowly, rising onto my toes—because she’s annoyingly taller than me—and whisper, “You wanna mind-link me?” Then I kiss her. Just a quick, soft kiss. Enough to seal it. Sonia freezes. Trixie gasps so hard I think she swallows her own spit. “Now you can mind-link me,” I say, straightening up. “You wanna link me too, Trixie?” “No thanks!” she blurts. “I’m good. So good.”

Darcie “Thanks for meeting me, Lucas.” His eyes widened just slightly as he watched me over the table. “I’m glad you called me. I was hoping you would come to your senses sooner or later.” “I’m not here to get back with you Lucas. Me and you are over.” Slowly I sipped the frothy cappuccino. It tasted like ass. I used to love a good cappuccino but in the few weeks I had been with Havoc my tastes had obviously changed.