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“I and your man fucked around a few times, “he confessed. Bash froze, he gaped as if it would help him forget what he just heard. “Yeah , we fucked a lot but then Storm didn’t know I was sent by Omar, their gang of business vultures bet Omar couldn’t make Storm share anyone so Omar used me, to be honest I didn’t really like Storm he is such an arrogant bastard but the sex was great, “he taunted Bash.

Sink my teeth into the soft skin where her pulse fluttered, knot her deep, mark her so thoroughly no one, especially not my pathetic adopted human son, would ever dare look at her again. “Then do it, you fool!” Storm snarled inside my skull, voice raw and furious. “She’s special. Designed just for you. She’s carrying our pup, you idiot, and you’re willing to leave her alone here? With him? Let him be with what's ours? Let him touch what’s ours?” I clenched my jaw so hard I tasted blood. “Shut up,” I growled under my breath. Storm snapped his teeth in my mind sharp, and furious but I shoved him down. Deep. Locked him behind every wall I’d built over decades of control.

He had been at Lucian’s side too long to fear him, though even now, standing this close to his Alpha’s fury felt like standing before a storm about to break. Lucian rose to his full height, water dripping from his fingers like fresh blood. His coat was torn at the edges, his dark hair damp from rain and sweat, his breath ragged. “Every den, every camp, every whisper — I will scour it. Do you hear me? I will rip open this world stone by stone until I drag her back.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “And what will be left of Stormfang when you’re done?” Lucian’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “Stormfang exists because I keep it breathing. They will endure. They have no choice.”

Goddess, what was amiss with me? This time I pushed him away more forcefully. "Stay away from me," I growled, disregarding the fire blossoming in my chest and searing its path downward. Another Alpha's kid I'm carrying. Do you desire peace? Then quit toying with fire. Revan's gaze became darker, and for a brief moment I saw something wild awaken in him—something unhinged. "You believe I care about Jordan's spawn?", he said, moving forward once again. The moment you entered Stormfang territory, you were mine.

I wanted blood, and I was going to get it. “I’m sorry, Ana. I really am. I believed what he said about you but, I know that what he said could not be father from the truth. Gio and I talked, and he understood that I wouldn’t have been able to overthrow him, not when has you by his side.” I refused to let them see me cry so, I got up and walked out the door, grabbing Gio’s key’s as I left, driving to my safe place. After what felt like hours later, Gio pulled up outside. Lileth, Julian, Lans, Bianca and Leo. The fucker brought reinforcements. I grabbed my gun and headed to the door. I opened the door wide and cocked the gun.

The smile of the crescent moon addressed human civilization who lives in misery on the surface of the earth. Damien, in a black robe that covered his entire body, and of course a sword in his left hand was standing on top of the old building, with eight of his men wearing the same clothes he was wearing. Even though the extremely cold night wind kept trying to caress his skin, it didn't make Damien falter in the slightest. Maybe because he is a vampire who can't feel hot or cold. He stood at the very front, while behind him were eight members of the rebel army he formed to overthrow the current vampire kingdom. One of the eight people is Alexis, the girl who this morning accompanied Michelle

She was the best sniper of their squad, so by any chance, he didn't want to lose her. He instantly replied, " Don't worry, Minerva. You just crawl towards the empty corner. I will throw a grenade first." Minerva followed Krato's instruction and soon she saw all enemies squad wiped out in a blink of an eye. Kratos along with Aquaman and Assasiner entered inside the room and immediately Kratos revived Minerva.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.