Novel & Cerita Toby X Masky X Hoodie

But what followed was almost worse in its calm precision. A man in robes stepped forward, chanting words I didn’t recognize, Latin, maybe older. The air thickened with incense and smoke as I repeated the vows whispered to me: words of secrecy, obedience, and eternal loyalty to the Order. When it was done, Mr. Everhart turned to me, pride gleaming behind his mask. He reached for a name tag and pinned it onto my suit. “Beta,” it read in bold, metallic letters. He handed me a mask unlike the others, black, sleek, faceted like crystal, catching the candlelight in a thousand tiny reflections. As if it was made of diamonds. I lifted it slowly and tied the silken rope behind my head.

My head feels like a tangled mess, all these threads intercrossing. "Look, I'll take your resignation as a thirty-day notice, alright?" Robert takes my hands in his. "Aisha, just work with him on this project. You have my word that he will not find out about his son. I'll give Toby the bracelet we produced two years ago. I wear it all the time. You know that it can hide a shifter's scent. With that, even if Morris sees Toby in the street, he won't be able to recognize that it's his own son." I stare at Robert, stunned.

How can he look hotter than hell, even with casual clothes? He is wearing a white t-shirt with a dog on it and a pair of beige chinos. Sunglasses are perched on his head, and his smile is broad. The brown hair on his head looks newly cut—it's longer and fluffier in the middle and fades on the sides. Yum. "Good morning," Tobias's eyes are set on mine, and his smile only grows the closer I get. "Did you sleep well?" "Well... someone just left me in bed without a word."

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."