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James said looking at the Duke. "They won't go unpunished." the Duke replied to him " I am grateful for making my daughter's well-being your concern. I am forever indebted to you." The duke coughed and blood came flowing from his nose. He didn't tell anyone he was sick. Ava's father looked at him and was troubled." Are you alright, your highness?" he asked. The duke nodded and said he needed to rest. Ava's father greeted her and left his presence. The duke called Mason and told him to start the operation for Ava's rescue. The duke has told Ethan that day of her rescue and told him not to tell anyone.

“Why exactly do the wolves want to kill you again?” “We are locked in war, your Highness,” I said. “The killing goes both ways. They kill my people and I kill theirs. We are all fighting for our selfish interests. You have nothing to worry about this, Your Highness.” The Duke clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “I warned that little Sinclair brat not to touch the land that belonged to the king and he decided to be foolish. I should put his head on a stake.” The Sinclair brat? Some other Celestial Duke maybe?

“Bed. You should earn your keep.” Eden was once a Duke’s daughter, but he sold her to the king to pay off his debts. Rhys cleared the debts, not intending to even see Eden, but she’d been intent on gaining his favour, most likely because her father had a gambling addiction. She thought by serving him with good, wet pussy and a skilful tongue, the Duke and his territory would be saved.

DANTE Luca was a man whose life I once saved from a brutal and certain death. He was a solitary tracker, wandering the wilderness alone, but three years ago, he was captured by a group of unsavory characters. It was a stroke of luck that the one who had taken him happened to be on my list of people to eliminate. When I ultimately put a bullet in that bastard's head, I set Luca free. He had promised to repay me for my kindness, but at the time, I didn't take his vow too seriously.

Then, soft: "What is it you need?" “The answer is no. We refuse.” He actually laughs, a short, disbelieving sound. “You refuse the King’s mercy? You would choose your… your ill-advised passion over the safety of thousands? Over peace?” “You call it passion.” I take a step forward, and he finally sees the wolf beneath the duke’s skin. His guards shift nervously. “It is not. It is a vow. Written in something deeper than your parchment. You ask me to cut out my own heart and call it diplomacy. I will not.”

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

“And Mama… she ain’t waking up.” The Duke felt his heart drop at the sight of his mate's dead body and his jaw tightened There was no time to grieve. He tore the silver medallion from his neck — the crest of House Etrama, the legacy of their bloodline — and shoved it into Ivan’s palm. “Listen to me,” he ordered urgently. “You have to run. Now.” “But—”

The Guards captain immediately recognizes Duke and waves his hand to stop the guards from attacking the van. "Lord Duke!!... Is that you?..".(Captain Guards) "It is me, Herman…..Seeing how you handle the situations, pleased me…but, there's no need for such alert for this beast…this is my guest tamed beast, be sure to remember it…". (Duke Merrica) Duke handles the situations quite skilfully, he even slips something about me (Van). "Thank you for your compliments, Sir….Don't worry sir, I will make sure to take note of the beast….is the campaign successful sire?…". (Captain Herman)

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.