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“What do you want from me? Why are you here?” “Oh, nothing much,” Katy replied nonchalantly, inspecting her nails. Then her gaze turned sharp. “I’m just here to remind you that Phoenix is mine. And I’ll never let you take him from me. Don’t fool yourself just because he’s with you now. You’re just a toy to him, something he’s playing with.” With that, Katy walked away, leaving her frozen in place. She closed the door and let her eyes roam the penthouse, her chest tightening.

His eyes dropped to the gesture and filled with fire. “For every month that you're my pet, your mother's hospital bills will be paid. If I'm still pleased with you after five months, I'll arrange a permanent payment plan for her.” Nothing felt better in that moment; sucking the devil's cock and getting the help I needed for my mother.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.

Who wouldn’t see it anyway when he’s literally on top of the pack’s prince’s back as if someone so mighty like you see in movies, but in reality, he’s just holding three dead fishes they randomly caught from the stream. “Tyr, please. Everyone’s looking.” Zane whispered, awkwardly leaning up and down not knowing if he would use the extra shirt in his hand to cover his face or show the fishes they caught. The wolf enjoyed Zane’s little panic on his back, so he continued until Zeev fronted them which only made Tyr stopped. “Oh, hi! What a bizarre yet interesting thing to see!” As his usual joker self, Zeev greeted them which only made Zane’s face flash red.

Compared to werewolves like them, I am weaker than them. I could see the disbelief in his eyes as if he never met such a bold woman who could declare having a battle with Mr. Valcarcel. After all, we are talking about Mr. Valcarcel! The great hero is yet viewed as a tyrant monster in the eyes of others for having such monstrous strength! ‘You're telling me that she could do a battle with that tyrant monster?! IMPOSSIBLE!’ Caleb roared in his mind. END OF CHAPTER 23.2

Xander leaned back in his seat, linking an arm around Doe so that she was forced to lean back with him. "Layla sucked her dry a couple nights ago. She told me that she was bored with how her pet acted." Well, there goes my appetite once again. Masters' finger tapped against the table a few times before he spoke. "Ok, so it wasn't my fault," he concluded. I turned my head towards Master questionably. They didn't even care that her pet was killed. They just acted as if she was just some stupid pet fish. Xander shook his head.

Despite Zack's continuous struggle, the barrier didn’t budge. Petra was in intense pain, every second feeling like an eternity. The devil leaned closer to her, his voice dripping with mockery. “Your resilience is something else. I wish you were on my side, but it isn't too late, is it? I know your true potential, and I can unleash it. There’s no one in this world who doesn’t like power and authority, and I have both. I can give them to you. What do you say?”

He then said to the Immortal Bird, “With your abilities, you should’ve long activated spiritual intelligence. And you should be able to speak and control the size of your body. What’s the matter with you?” The Immortal Bird didn’t know how to talk, and it could only make noises. Alex explained. “Its brain development is slower than usual. It might have suffered polio.” The Immortal Bird opened its eyes wide, freezing up. After that, Xerxes sped up the boat by two times. Only then were they able to get rid of the weird fishes. The Immortal Bird shook them off violently as well. It was finally able to relax and drooped its head tiredly on the boat. It looked at Alex bitterly, as if unhappy abo

The ruler exclaimed, "Your soul is mine!" He reached out and laid his hand on Rowan's chest; a concentrated string of violet and black energy poured out of his chest and onto Tyndale's arm shortly after. And from distance, the audience could see the flicker of life in his eyes fade away, his legs stopped kicking, and his hands fell away from the tyrant's grip. He eventually collapsed to the ground, lifeless. “Do you really refuse to acknowledge me as your ruler?” He screamed again.