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he replied with all of the honestly left inside of his soul. It’s pretty hard for him to bear it personally because he thought there is someone that would be listening to him. Dylan tried to fix it with Connor from the progressing days after the incident at La Ville. He has again left no choice but to be played by the CEO… Connor didn’t want to fuck him. Even his body’s libido is always driving him crazy. Beaumont listens to him, then carefully stitching the situation of the young man. Indeed, Dylan is in an exemplary movement of his instincts, and the purpled-eyed daddy understands it the most.

CHAPTER 101. Author's POV. “It is happening, and you are stuck in your game, you are a loser now” Alpha Trent muttered with a smile, it was a smile of victory and relief. Dylan grasped his head confused, he looked around him, feeling illusional. He closed his eyes for a second, hoping terribly that this was a nightmare, but he was mistaken. The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with the same terrors standing in front of him.

With a tear falling down Dylan's face, his scales spread across the left side of his left face, his pupils had turned a vertical slit while the gold in his eyes glowed brighter and more menacing than it ever felt. “I'll kilL HER!” Dylan growled with a glare and he found his legs freeze up. “I’LL REALLY KILL THAT BITCH THIS TIME.” He watched Dylan slowly rage out and he didn't dare to move an inch. The small horn that slowly grew out of Dylan's head on the left side made him unable to open his mouth to speak. Something cold wrapped him up faster than he could process his thought, and he didn't have to be a pessimist to know.

Damon grabbed him by the collar and lifted him, looking like a demon from hell. Dylan trembled and began to beg for mercy, "M-Mr. Sumner, I was wrong... I'm inhuman, please— Ah!" With a scream, Dylan's arm was dislocated. "You used both hands to touch her. The other one can go too," Damon said flatly. "Mr. Sumner, I didn't—" Before Dylan could finish, Damon dislocated his other arm. Overwhelmed by pain, Dylan broke out in a cold sweat and was unable to beg for mercy.

I do not sense any strong frequency or energy from this place. Dylan uses telekinesis and opens the huge door. To our dismay, there lies nothing. It’s just an old godown or something like a warehouse, you say? Anyway, we seem to reach a dead end. “I can’t believe we failed again!” Orlo is on the verge of pulling his hair. “The great Orlo failed. I can’t believe.” Dylan makes a sad face and lets out a deep breath. I press my lips together, controlling myself from laughing out loud. Dylan is known for her cold demeanor. He hardly jokes. But when he does, BOOM - he always steps on his opponent’s nerve.

Drystan, the Crown Prince, was surrounded by another party of rebels, led by Edgar. "You have lost, Your Highness." Drystan gritted his teeth and frowned as he attempted to form his fire element, but he was taken aback when nothing came out of it. "H-how..." His eyes trembled in disbelief as he looked at his arm. "It's exactly what I stated." With his sword in hand, Edgar took a step forward, his gaze deadly as he glared into Drystan's crimson eyes. "You have lost." Drystan continued, pointing the blade directly in front of his eyes while he shivered in fear.

Either, I had been high on painkillers when we met or this was just a stupid trick that they were playing on me. Dylan's face contorted in a playful scowl. "Aww, you forgot about me already? I'm offended." His cheeks dimpled as he chuckled. "I sat with you yesterday night after you woke up. You were quite the storyteller. Mumbling about a boy called Tyler, who you bust into the boy's locker room to break up with, and a pet dog that you thought was dead. Although, I'm pretty sure you were confused about what month we were in," he spoke casually. "Talking about not wanting to be late for the prom and asking me if I had any clear lip gloss." He grinned. This confirmed that he was telling the tr

There was an excitement that brewed in Dylan’s tone when he spoke about his marriage to Maeve and Sandra did not miss it, she felt sad. “You seem excited about it.” Dylan did not deny it but not for the reason he wanted him to make Sandra perceive. “Isn’t it our ticket to breakthrough? I already returned all the money we took from the treasury.” Dylan’s cash was going down and he still had to spend a lot to get the likes of Kor and Samantha their freedom. He was also trying for a way to recruit in the company, people who would be on his side since Maeve approved for those from before to be fired.

This vampire must have found this. Dylan tried to keep him calm. But with his wolf going crazy and this man shouting and screaming, he could not think. “Stop it!” he shouted. The vampire sadly smiled. He was literally in tears. “With this… I can avenge my kind… you will die today, wolf,” Dylan looked up at the sky. The moon had turned red. “Goodbye,” The bomb went off. The force of the explosion pushed Dylan far away into a tree. He simply grabbed onto the trunk and climbed up, avoiding the rt of the explosion.

But Dylan paid no attention to his pleas. I knew I had to come in, else, Dylan might just snap the neck of the young man. "Dylan, stop!" I cried, rushing to his side. But Dylan's feral side had taken over. He was beyond reason, his eyes blazing with fury. The young man cowered in fear, begging for mercy. I pleaded with Dylan, trying to snap him out of his trance-like state. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dylan dropped the young man, who scurried away in fear.