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Resting my elbows on a ledge at the far end of the pool, I murmured, “Coming in?” Tristan didn’t answer, and backlit as he was by the raging flame of his axe, I couldn’t see his face. But my answer came as he slipped off his mail, and tossed it aside, shirt and boots following. He was all strong lines and powerful muscle, shoulders broad and waist tapered, and I caught my breath as he carefully unbuckled his belt, anticipation making me clamp my thighs together. He trapped his thumbs in the waist of his soaking trousers, tugging them down. My breath caught

I'm one hundred percent sure Brandon and Clinton would be wrestling on the floor if not for Brandon's siblings entering the corridor. "Have you been waiting for a very long time?" Bailey asks. Even though she is here to say goodbye to her mom, she is smiling like usual while Bernie is staring down at the ground. I notice that although he is younger than Brandon, he is still tall and broad-shouldered, just like his older brother. "Not for that long," Brandon says before hugging Bailey; once they are done, she turns to face me. "Nice to see you again, Emilie." She leans in for a warm hug, and once she is close enough to whisper into my ear, she says, "It's so nice of you to be here for Brandon

I wasn’t doing this fight for the position of alpha; I was doing this to take her and my son back. A few minutes later, Roman came out and went to the fields. He pulled off his shirt and was clad only in shorts. Traditionally, the fights were held in wolf form, however, this morning we came to the agreement to do it in human form only. Roman suggested it stating that he wanted to give me a fighting chance. I cackled at the thought but still agreed. I didn’t care how I beat him, I just wanted to win. Beta Tommy would watch over the fight and declare the winner at the end. There really wasn’t a need I thought, because one of us would be dead.

And turned to look at the 3 men's walking towards Tina and Lucas. My eyes falls on the one that's standing on the middle, and my heart skipped a beat with all the memories that are following back like a movie. He is Devid Brown, the one and only kind soul in this whole group of bullies. I don't understand how he could be friends with these bullies, but if it were not for him, I could have actually given up anything when Damon put me through that hell. He is the man that I wished to have as a mate even though I know, I will never have someone like him. A perfect prince charming.

Chapter 134 Ebony POV "I can't believe he would throw flour on you! I'm going to beat his ass. No! I'm going to have Derek beat his ass. You know he hates when Keith bullies you. " Kate said "I know, but don't tell him. I don't want him getting in trouble. It wouldn't be good for the treaty either." I said, and she knew I was right. Our pack has been working with the Silvermoon Pack since I was born. I didn't want them to end their treaty because of me. Kate and I were in the bathroom. I had a spare pair of clothes because this was not the first time Keith had pulled a stunt like this.

He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hear Luca mutter behind me. A crooked smile forms at the corner of my mouth. “How about I put my hands on you then?” Bully asked. It’s obvious that he didn’t mean it as a question though. He looked at me in a way that only someone who doesn't know me would. I looked up at the unnatural being in front of me. Giants are known for their strength, and after decades and decades of interracial breeding some giants have mutated abilities.

As he glanced up at me, a mischievous smirk adorned his face. Rising to his feet, he swiftly discarded his shirt, unzipped his pants, and effortlessly shed every remaining garment, standing confidently in his nakedness before me. His proud erection beckoned to me, tempting me to taste it with my mouth. Excitement coursed through my body as he sensually stroked himself. Steve playfully remarked, "No blue balls for me today," causing a radiant blush to color my cheeks.

Countless dings rang across the hall, and everyone held their phone to their face. The blood drained from my face. It was the half naked photo she had taken of me when she tore off my dress. “Heck no!” “This is so disgusting.” “Is this what she looked like underneath?” “No wonder she always wears a hoodie.” My hands started shaking, and the tray fell to the ground. They were all laughing at me, and I couldn’t breathe. Kenna stepped forward, “You think you can embarrass my boyfriend,” She said, linking her arm with Leon’s arm, “Think again.”

Wally finished and saw everyone was staring at him. When Trish heard Road Warrior, she immediately did a quick search on her cell for this Wasteland thing then grinned widely. "Damn, Ben! I wanna do this! Can you imagine showing up with me and the twins dressed in costumes like these?" She squeezed herself against him as she showed her cell to Ben.

At the same time, a sound rang in Wilbur and Tracy's minds. "You two are looking to be killed barging in here. Take this, you poor fools!" The ant-man rode over. His right hand made a fist, and a huge iron hammer appeared in his grasp. Wilbur was about to get up, but Tracy grabbed him by the shirt. "Go on, leave! He's mine, leave him to me!" The same voice rang through Wilbur and Tracy's heads once more. "Your brother Truman has extremely tender meat. I'm sure yours is the same."