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I've been waiting for over 12 years for a new chance to destroy the Lycon Moon Pack and kill Mary's son with my own hands. She dared to deny me just because she was pregnant, and I hated her because my dad kicked me out of the pack because of her. And my stupid brother joined my father against me. Ulric, the perfect Alpha son. I challenged him for the post, but he nearly killed me in the fight. But I am much stronger now, and when I, again, challenge my brother, he will die at my hands, and I will be the Alpha of the Lycon Moon Pack, as I deserve. Then I'd kill all his family, one by one, and all my rogues would dominate the pack. They know they'll have free access to all the she-wolves they

"This wasn't what we discussed! I am not killing anyone!" "Of course, you are not. My business is with her, not you." Malkar shot him a sharp look, his eyes darkening with irritation. "But it is not right. I cannot let you do this!" "Step back, Ulric!" Malkar growled. When Ulric fell silent, he returned his attention to Zytha. "You wish to help me kill your own brother?" Zytha asked. Indignation crossed Malkar's features. "Keegan has never been a brother to me. He's been nothing more than a pompous peacock who's been an obstacle in my way. I want him gone."

The small smile sent Sierra into a love sick frenzy, and I into a dazed state. We both sat in the bathroom for almost an hour, and I listened intently as Alpha Killian told me more about himself. His father was incredibly cruel, even to his own mate. While his father would ignore Kira's very existence, he treated Killian harshly, knowing he would someday be Alpha. While I felt horrible for the way him and Kira were treated, I could feel the underlying reason for him opening up to me. He wanted to show me it wasn't a bad thing, that I could trust him above anyone else.

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

“Eden ” “No,” she said. “Let her do it again.” “Because next time?” “I’ll speak through the kill-switch.” Nova stared at her. And Eden finally looked up whole, still. “I won’t run from it, Nova.” “I won’t edit myself to be safer.” “If she wants to end me, she’ll have to do it in the open. With the whole world watching.” System Log (private): KILL-SWITCH RECORD RETAINED USER RESPONSE: AWARE – UNAFRAID

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

“If he dies, we take another cub. If he lives, he becomes my chosen weapon.” Rattle’s eyes widen as he watches me. “He becomes my Ultra Vampire,” I whisper. “An abomination. An ultra hybrid of werewolf and vampire.” The baby doesn’t cry as Rattle’s fangs finally sink into his skin, as blood wells and flows out. Why should he cry? He’s being glamoured.

This hut or cottage, whatever this is, is so small and simple, and quiet now that the pups are no longer in the area. “And?” I swallowed, braced myself for whatever horrible word her tongue might utter. “Kill her.” Delilah’s nose flared. “He wants to kill his mate.” *** My eyes widened after hearing those words. Words that I hardly knew. But all I know is it’s cruel, utterly cruel. Mate. Killing. I don’t understand any of these things. These are all foreign to me. “Delilah, what is a ‘mate’?”

I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to be looking at me, which made me inexplicably sad. It looked so pitiful, and it looked very similar to the little black cat I had saved in my previous life. "Fifty thousand." Woodrow's private room suddenly echoed with the sound of bidding. I glanced over and saw Ulysses' cold, smiling face with those abysmal eyes fixed on the kitten. I remember now. "Brother! I want that kitten!" Ulysses Woodrow was indeed mentioned in the book, and his death was widely publicized in the countdown chapters.

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.