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(Crown Prince Amariss Amelia Romella ) Another round of applause comes, although the numbers of troop that he brought were less than Dukedom of Angela, but it was something that cannot be underestimated, because the Mastodon Riders is actually and advanced cavalry unit, that Mastodon is actually a monster that almost similar to the Mastodon that is Ancestor to the modern Elephant back on earth, but the Mastodon in Fantasma It much more larger and ferocious, it was a walking siege tower, and most of the Mastodon Rider actually were equipped with a catapult and some there were even about 12 Knight on it that ready to jump straight into actions. Queen Romella is actually on a negotiation with E

Her pulse raced. Her breath quivered. Her wolf-less body wavered between obedience and terror. Yes. Yes. Bend. She lifted the blade. Rosalyn frowned, startled. “Maxine? What are you…?” Maxine lunged. But just as the blade grazed Rosalyn’s wrist… a sharp CRACK erupted. Maxine collapsed, unconscious. Someone stood behind her. I felt it before I saw it. A familiar signature of rage and blood. Lorenzo.

A door opened at the end of the corridor and two enormous men came out. When I say enormous, I mean enormous. Both were practically the same height as Leo but larger and denser. One of them could probably kill both Max and me purely by sitting on us. "I present to you: Magnus and Cadmar. There isn't a wolf in Russia that doesn't fear them," the descendent said with a smirk plastered on his face. "And you're about to find out why." Sure they had strength and weight but agility and speed? I don't think so.

Rest here, there are clothes that belong to me, you will find them in the closet, spend your affairs with them, and here is the toilet here, wash and change your clothes, and rest a little Rodri shyly; Thanks Mac is about to go out to be stopped by Rodri Rodri quickly; mac Mac turns to her; what do you want Rodri shyly and hesitantly; H do you still hate me Mac smiles at his side; I didn't hate you in the first place to continue hating you, Redhead Mac turns and goes out, so Rodri sighs happily and jumps on Mac's bed and starts inhaling his scent with anesthesia. When Maxmus was meeting with some of his sons, Dimitri, Ashton, and Isaac Maxmus sharply; I want you to bring him to me from under

Xavier extended his hand and replied, "Likewise." Aurora observed the new man who approached. This was the famous Magnus. His eyes were darker than Tristan's, and his smile was dazzling. He was wearing a gray suit. "Tristan Callahan," Magnus said. "Magnus," Tristan retorted. So, this is the famous Magnus? The photographer analyzed him. His eyes are darker than Tristan's, and his smile is dazzling. He's wearing a gray suit. "You haven't changed a bit, still trying to steal my contracts," Magnus teased.

Silas rolled his eyes boringly, he had been in this meeting for an hour, 30 minutes and 25 seconds to be exact and he was getting pissed off with each second that ticked by. “And why is it alarming?, I will find my mate when it is due time” Silas scoffed, playing with the sharp nib of the fountain pen that he usually used in signing documents by stabbing it lightly into the wooden oak table, the nib made hole dents in the table with just a prick. “A pack without a Luna is not really a pack, no matter how strong we claim that we are, if we don't have a Luna then we are as good as the other packs out there” Elder Ramus, the leader and chief of the council of elders said in a passionate tone.

But then, I felt it – a crack in Gaius's defenses, a moment of weakness. "Now, Magnus!" Astrid's voice was a clarion call, urging me forward. I surged, pouring all my energy into that fissure, driving my spirit into the core of my own body. Gaius roared in fury, his grip slipping as I prepared to reclaim what was rightfully mine. The world erupted in a blinding flash of light, a conflagration of power that consumed us both. I felt the darkness retreating, Gaius's presence diminishing as my strength surged. I was winning. We were almost winning.

A short while later, an elderly man came in with an unpleasant-looking middle-aged man. "I am Wayne Sutcliff, but you can call me Mr. Sutcliff. I'm the person in charge of the Obsidian Auction." He stretched out his right hand and introduced, "This man next to me is the consignor, Ross Livingston." With that, Wayne got straight to the point. "Mr. Livingston wants to know which master healer you're inviting." Aiden spoke first. "Magnus Grimwald from Medic's Haven." Felix's gaze deepened after he heard that. The Greenes were quite formidable. Magnus had stopped caring about worldly affairs for a long time, yet they were still able to invite him out.

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot