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I'm so ecstatic about your return" Alpha Kingston embraced him tightly and patted his back. It was a dream come true for him. He blinked back the tears that threatened to drop. 'Stop hugging me already' Dylan thought, he felt multiple ants crawling on his body. Alpha Kingston finally parted the hug and reluctantly bid them goodbye. Dylan dusted his body and sauntered to the door. He locked it and gritted his teeth. Dylan shut his eyes, feeling tears in them. This was another time Alpha Kingston had succeeded in hurting him. The moon goddess had granted him a mate but left Dylan with none. His mating age has passed and he had not met his mate yet. The deadly hatred in his heart intensified. H

"You're not thinking of this objectively, Dyl. Lyra Town has lots of clubs. Orion Falls and Cruxford, too. Why come here?" Dylan sways his head to the music, using his werewolf hearing. "I'll volunteer as tribute if you don't want to go in." "Idiot! Did you forget we're dealing with a leech here?" "No. But Mr. Zyris could be harmless." "Pffft. Yeah right. Since when were they harmless?" Dylan does not respond, instead, he sticks his tongue out and dances what seems like his own modified version of the Macarena. He grins ear-to-ear, showing his pearly white teeth. “I know you’re going to let me investigate either way.”

“You were just a mistake. Stamp that is behind the vision of your eyes. It should reflect on your shiny eyes.” “Truly, I will not deny that. I was a mistake, but not anymore. In fact, you are the one who will be the blunder, just in case Eleanor will not cut the ragged line you are connected with her.” “Oh boy, I am sure she will not.” He spared an effort on trying to reach my face with his face, but because of my faster reflexes, I was able to hold his fist and even turned it beside his back. “Ahhh!” Dylan screamed in pain. He should not be rushing in advance, if he is weak in battle, especially to me.

But while I climbed down some demons started to emerge from the broken wall beneath my feet. "Lucif! Lucif!" Linda screamed my name in terror. I moved faster and escaped the grasp of the last demon in the last second. The ground underneath our feet was still shaking terribly and there were cracks on the ground which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. But while I put Linda down and turned to the others I saw the last thing I could have ever expected. Pablo's both hands were held back by a dried up tree as he struggled to release himself. A snake's tail was wrapped around Diana's waist, holding her up.

Stacy gasped, her perfectly squared tip nail pointing down on his hands. “Stacey, please go get the medicine kit,” Helen ordered the girl, and Stacey nodded without any objection, scampering to her feet, and went on running. “I almost hurt her, Helen.” Dylan croaked, his shoulders sagging in defeat as he staggered backwards. Looking at the woman with regret overflowing in his eyes. “Who?” Helen furrowed her brows, asking in confusion as to whom he was referring about. “Her.” He muttered again, staring blankly at the sculpture that he nearly destroyed, falling to his knees as if he was sapped with all his strength.

I'm not going to beg for him; I'm never doing that again, for anyone. It seems that Dylan doesn't want me to. After a minute of slow thrusting, he adds another finger and moves faster. I'm very near to losing my control and rutting desperately against his hand. Dylan is smiling, his pupils blown wide with desire. Suddenly, he stops. His fingers disappear. Dylan cries out, pressing his hands to the sides of his head. He's obviously in pain. Dylan! What is it?" He can't answer me. Panicking, grab my phone, dial 911.

Dylan’s POV This month was purgatory. It’s been bloody hell. Swear, I died and went to hell. I fooled myself it would be easy—measuring the seconds until I could get away from Tristan Wolfe and the lunacy he lured me into behind me. I was lying to myself and thought I could, that a single month would not kill me. It was a fucking lie. Every day crawled by at a snail's pace, as if it were some sort of sick torture. And Tristan? He made it harder. Much harder.

A white wolf had claimed the center of the stage, blood glistening between its back legs. Ruby and Mom collapsed to the floor. Their faces drained of color. Their eyes widened with pure terror. I lifted my head, tears and blood smearing my face. My gaze locked on them. Xavier’s voice came through the mate bond, filled with anxiety. "Everly! What’s happening? Answer me!" I had no strength left. I couldn’t respond. Fast footsteps echoed outside the door. Finally, Xavier appeared in the doorway. I swayed slightly, still clutching that tiny, fragile weight. Then I collapsed.

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Just sat there with his eyes closed and unfinished whiskey in his hand. That only added up to the riling storm inside me. I grew even angrier. The thought of Xander made me tremble violently in my seat. I wanted to cry because my brother wasn’t having any pity on me. It was as if he told himself he wasn’t going to dance to my guitar this time. But deep down I knew I needed him to calm down. I needed his power, his energy to dilute the tornado in me.