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The third council’s voice was firm “You are Alpha. The prophecy foretold of the Luna born from a bite. She is yours.” I snapped, voice sharp. “I control this pack, not a prophecy.” Alex stepped forward, bowing slightly, his tone calm and loyal on the surface “Council” he bowed”Percy has led us through worse storms. Trust him. He will handle the girl.” The Council waved their hands in dismissal. We stepped out. I returned to my room alone, lit a cigar, and ignored their words. My mind turned instead to the Rival Pack that threatened us. Plans formed in silence, though the burning tattoo forced me to swallow pain every few moments.

"let me try waking her up" "How are you going to do that?".asked maryl."let me get the doctor instead okay.don't do anything please". said maryl panicking seriously. She was genuinely worried for her dear friend life. "Maryl!".nolan shouted causing his sister to stay still with her eyes staring at him."I am going to wake up erica and I promise you that she will be fine.you trust me right?". "Yes".maryl nods. "Alright then".nolan said."keep a close eye on the door for me".

I dared to take a step forward and look around; it seemed to be Apollo's room. The walls were made of small reddish brick blocks, and several movie posters—what I assumed were his favorites—hung on the walls. I looked at each one and paid attention to a specific picture. It was my mother and Apollo's father, in a not-so-well-known photo from their first movie together. I felt Apollo move closer to me, and he smiled, looking at the picture too.

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.

Shaking his head as he faced Merlin, Apollo Sky started to relay his information, making the tensed atmosphere to grow thicker by ten folds. On cue, Levi’s smirking face turned grim while a knot lodged between Merlin’s brows – waiting for some news from Maleficent. “The fourth trial has ended and by the looks of it, the Benevolent World is winning,” said Apollo Sky, “But Maleficent is not helping herself either!” Apollo Sky’s tone sharpened when talking about Maleficent. He continued with a frown, his voice was guttural as if he was recalling something maddening. “She does not let anyone stand to defend her and she continues to decline her visitors. And she kept on pleading guilty. But you k

Blaze informed her, “but once we got in the car he was a happy camper.” “Yeah, he loves car rides,” Amerie’s voice cracked. She took her duffel bag from Brynn and thanked them. Apollo cleared his throat. “Your rooms are all this way.” He led the group up two flights of stairs to the third floor. Brynn and Blaze had neighboring rooms near the stairs. Apollo led Amerie and Everett down a wide hall lined with grand art work and portraits. Amerie recognized Rotan in one of the portraits, his hand on the shoulder a beautiful raven haired woman who held a young boy in her arms— Apollo. Amerie admired the happiness and innocence in young Apollo’s face. Though Rotan smiled, his eyes beheld a hauntin

The room looked like a picture from a haunted story with the whole room decorated with demonic garb and memorabilia. His father's errant brother, Lucas, who was sucking on a bone marrow, sprawled on the chair, always found a way to rile him up but today he was not in the mood to deal with anyone. He was furious with how things had finally come to play. Tomorrow was the last day of the twenty-seven days he had given to Hazel to carry out her mission. He could not believe that what had started so well had ended so badly. "Bloody Micah! " Raglan hissed under his breath.

Then, Adrian uttered, "Since you insist on lying to me, I'll give you one final true love test. Do you choose this coffin, or do you choose to marry me? You can only pick one." I stared at Adrian in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he could do something so absurd. "Put it back! My mother is in there! If you really throw it down, I will never forgive you!" Adrian's temper flared instantly. "You won't even choose me over a fake coffin? Camilla, you're truly heartless. I declare that you have failed your final true love test. Now watch me marry Vivian. As for this thing…" Adrian glanced at the coffin and sneered, "Throw it down! Just looking at it annoys me!"

I paused, then gave a brief, sardonic smile. "Do you mean the years you enjoyed my devotion while keeping things murky with Carrie? Or when the two of you used a cruise—and my life—as some kind of test of loyalty, treating me like a fool? Or maybe you're referring to the time you impersonated my pen pal and deceived me for ten whole years?" Every word struck with surgical precision, slicing open Darren's ugliest truths. His face turned an ashen white, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. Around us, the murmurs shifted. The looks that had once brimmed with sympathy were now filled with revulsion.

Artemis too looked so displeased as he glared at me. “Apolloooo!” Rita crooned from the top of the stairs. All eyes went to her, except Apollo’s and mine. We were locked in a silent war. World faded around us. Wearing a light blue shirt and black pants, he looked devilishly handsome. His hair was gelled and combed back and he had shaved. My throat bobbed and my lips parted. I wanted to avoid his gaze by turning away, but I couldn’t. A low feral growl vibrated his chest.